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“Do you want me to stop?” I mumbled breathlessly.
He shook his head.
“Then touch me like you want me too, Fox. I want to feel your hands on me.”
Like he’d been waiting for permission, his hands moved under my t-shirt, tracing over my pecs and down my abs, making my skin tingle as our lips found each other again.
The hand buried in his hair tightened, making him hiss as my other hand tugged down his joggers and underwear so they pooled around his knees.
“Marshall,” he groaned as I wrapped my hand around his shaft, loving that I could feel him pulsing with need.
“If you’re not clear yet, I really like you, Fox. I really like you all.”
He nodded, crying out as I fisted him slowly, making precum leak from his needy slit.
“Like you too.”
His head fell back as my mouth moved to his neck, licking and sucking as I fucked him with my hand. “Get my cock out. Touch me,” I instructed, and Fox moved, making me curse as his calloused palm reached for me.
“I’m so close,” he panted. “I need to come.”
I released my hold on him, knowing how feral he became when he was edged and wanting to make him remember our first time together.
“Sit.” I guided him back to the piano stool. “Keep your eyes on me. Close them and I won’t let you come.” Unfastening my jeans, I pushed them down and frantically kicked them and my underwear to the side before tugging off my t-shirt, so I stood naked in front of him.
His cheeks flushed, his eyes darkened as he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. He ran his hands slowly up my thighs, tracing his fingertips along the V in my hips and then over my abs.
“I’ve thought about touching you a lot,” he admitted.
I raked my fingers through his hair, pulling his head up, so his eyes locked on mine. “Yeah. What did you think about doing?” My voice was thick with need.
“I wondered how your giant cock would feel inside me. I dreamed about tasting you.” Bending forward, he ran his tongue from my balls, up along the underneath of my shaft to my slit, groaning as he swallowed down the evidence of my excitement. “You taste good,” he murmured, before sinking his lips down, taking me into the warm wetness of his mouth.
My head fell back as I braced my hands on his shoulders, while he licked and teased my cock and his hands danced up and down the back of my thighs.
I was right; his beard felt amazing as it added to my sensory overload from having a man touch me like this for the first time in three years.
I let Fox take the lead for as long as I could, his eyes fixed on mine as he took me to the back of his throat, slowly teasing me until my balls throbbed.
“I’ve been thinking about you, too. I wanna fuck that pretty mouth. Are you going to be a good boy and let me?”
I’d watched him with Dawson enough to know how he liked to be treated—he loved the men he was with to dominate him. He groaned, offering me a slight nod of the head.
“If it gets too much, tap my thigh and I’ll stop.”
I anchored my hand in his hair, and bucked my hips, thrusting deep into his mouth. His eyes widened as his hands moved to my ass, encouraging me to go harder.
And for the first time in forever, I didn’t worry about not being wanted or denying what I craved; I simply let go and let this beautiful rock star deep throat my cock until I could barely stay upright.
Fox
Ihatedfeelingneedy,but there was something about watching Marshall and Dawson that made me feel just that, which was why I left the room. But he followed me. He told me he wanted me. They were words I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear from him. His lips on mine made me instantly hard and then he called me a good boy and I thought I was going to demand that he let me crawl into his lap and never leave.
Jesus.
And now I was being face fucked by this giant American that I believed didn’t want me like that.
And God, was he face fucking me. He gripped my hair so hard that my scalp burned, my jaw ached because he had a stupidly thick cock. My eyes, that he wouldn’t let me close, leaked tears as I gagged again and again, trying to focus on breathing through my nose when he didn’t let up.
