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I took him deep again, swallowing around the head just as his thighs tensed up, his balls drawing up, Whitt’s release like a fucking geyser spilling down my throat.
“Tucker,” whispered softly past his lips. I swallowed down every drop of him.
Then smiled. He’d said my name. I won.
“Stand up,” he ordered the second his balls were empty.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t enjoy my victory too long. I didn’t know Whitt’s story when it came to being with guys, but the last thing I wanted to do was rush him. Bust his balls? Yes. Have him do something he wasn’t ready for? Not at all. “No. I was giving you shit. You don’t have to suck me.”
“Fuck off, man. Don’t do that. Don’t go easy on me. That’s not how we work. Stand the fuck up, Malik.”
“Wow…you just first-named me.” I pushed to my feet. “And if you insist.” I wasn’t a saint, after all. I gave him a chance. He wanted to keep going.
I was wearing Rush sweats, which I went to shove down, but Whitt beat me to it, grabbing them and my underwear and pulling both to my knees.
He sat up on the edge of the chair too quickly, my dick almost poking him in the eye. “Watch what you’re doing with that thing.”
I chuckled. “You’re the one that was so excited to see it you almost rammed yourself with it. Big, isn’t it?” I stroked my erection.
“Fuck you.”
“Is that all you know how to say to me? And are we doing this or not?” When he paused again, I added, “I’ll jerk off for you,” because I really didn’t want to push him.
“Shut the fuck up and stop being worried I’ll be better than you.” He smacked my hand out of the way, grabbed my dick, and swallowed me down.
“Oh, fuuuuck.” That easily, my eyes rolled back. Goddamn this motherfucker and my reaction to him. All I could think about was the hot suction around me was Whitt’s mouth, that he was blowing me. He’d called me over, and now he was giving me head.
I opened my eyes, forced myself to look down because no way I wanted to miss Patrick Whitt sucking my dick. Threading my fingers through his hair, I held on tight as he learned how to pleasure me.
Whitt didn’t do anything half-assed, taking me deep, working to get as much of my dick down his throat as he could, even when his eyes watered and he choked.
“Hey, slow down. We’re good. Get used to having me on your tongue before you go for dick-sucking champ.”
He chuckled around me, which was strangely hot.
Whitt jacked me while working me with his tongue, not looking at me the way he had been when I blew him. I let him get away with it, which would probably just piss him off if he knew.
He hollowed his cheeks, which was sexy as hell, his forehead a little wrinkled like he was really concentrating on what he was doing. It was cute, which wasn’t a word I ever thought I would use to describe his bougie ass, but there it was.
I moved my hips slightly, getting him used to it but knowing that if I didn’t, Whitt would likely get pissed because I was going easy on him.
“Suck on my nuts,” I told him, surprised when Whitt pulled off and did as I said. “Fuck yes. There you go.” I groaned, reveling in the feel of his mouth and tongue on my sac.
“I’m not impressed so far. I’m a little bored,” he said.
“You going crazy for it. Don’t lie.” I wrapped a hand around my dick. “I want to jerk off on your face.”
“Fuck you, Tucker. I’m out,” he spit out, but the blaze that ignited in his eyes told a different story.
“If you don’t want me to, tell me to stop.” Slowly, I stroked myself, giving him time to take me into his mouth again if he wanted.
But he didn’t.
Whitt held on to my hips and licked his lips. “Only because I’m bored sucking you off.”
I traced his mouth with my prick. “Lies.”
“Get on with it and get the fuck out of here.”
