Page 84 of His Sinful Need

“God, Max,” Bricker moans, arching into my touch. “You make it feel so good. How do you make it feel sogood?”

Practice, I want to say. But it sounds so crass, I keep it to myself. Being with him is so different from my usual sexual encounters. I’m not one for romance or emotional entanglements, and yet here I am.

Completely overwhelmed by Bricker Soldano.

I crawl up to taste his lips. He responds hungrily, tongue tangling with mine as his hands grasp my shoulders and pull me closer. I feel the desperation in him, the need for more, and I want to build up that fire, make him burn for me the way I burn for him.

Even though this is just a hookup for him. And I’m just a useful outlet.

Right now, I don’t even care. I need to taste him. Want to make him beg for me.

I kiss along his jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin of his neck. Bricker’s hands slide down my back to grip my ass.

“Fuck, that mouth of yours,” he groans as I kiss lower, teasing his nipples with my tongue. I lavish them with attention until he writhes beneath me.

“Tell me what you want,” I rasp against his skin.

“I want—ah!” He breaks off with a cry as I bite down on his hip. “I want my dick in your mouth again.Now.Please, Max.”

“You can wait a bit,” I tell him, chuckling at his frustrated groan, and I slow things down, explore his body, my mouth finding the hollow of his throat, the curve of his bicep, the ridge of his Adonis belt. I press my lips against his inner thighs once more, feeling the heat of his hard cock against my cheek as I breathe in his scent, a mix of sweat and desire that only fuels my lust for him.

Myneedfor him.

I’m hard again. Hard and aching and desperate to get into him again, but tonight I want to show a little restraint.

“Max, don’t tease,” Bricker pleads through gritted teeth.

I settle between his thighs, eyes locked on his as I press a kiss to the head of his cock before I take him into my mouth. Bricker’s eyes slam shut, overcome, but I don’t look away.

I want to watch every tiny expression cross his face.

I swirl my tongue around his sensitive cockhead before I take him deeper. Bricker’s hands come up to grip my head as he guides my pace. I let him, relaxing my throat to give him what he needs. His moans get louder and louder as I work him with my lips, my tongue, my hand. My brain has finally dulled down, so my sole purpose is his pleasure, in servicing this beautiful man beneath me, giving his body up to me so joyfully.

I can tell Bricker is getting close by the way his thighs tremble and his moans pitch higher, turn to whimpers, his body trembling beneath me as he tries to thrust deeper into my mouth. I slow down again, drawing out the unbearable tension. I can taste him all over my tongue as it slides along the underside of his velvet-skinned dick, savoring every inch of him, capturing every single atom of his flavor.

“Beg for it,” I demand, my voice rough and low, pulled from the depths of my own desire. “You want it so bad, you can beg for it.”

“Please, Max, I need to come…let me...” He shudders as I continue to tease him.

“Not yet.”

I take him back into my mouth, working my lips and tongue around his slick length as Bricker’s moans turn into guttural cries. He clutches the sheets, straining with the effort of holding back.

It only makes me double my efforts, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him hard and fast.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna come,” Bricker gasps out. “Can I—please—”

His choking groan is desperate, needy, and it goes straight to my core. I lift off him just long enough to say, “Yeah.”

Taking him deep, I feel him tense and then pulse down my throat as he comes. I suck out every drop, right through one wet, hot orgasm and into another, dry and almost painful for him, and I’m still watching his face.

God, he’s beautiful like this, lost in ecstasy, panting out my name.

I suckle him through the aftershocks until his breath steadies. Crawling back up, I gather him close and stroke his hair. Bricker nuzzles into me, spent and sated.

“God, Max,” he murmurs, half asleep already. “You’rereallygood at that.”

My own arousal fades to a background hum of pleasure. This, here, was for him, and seeing Bricker like this—open, vulnerable, trusting—means more than any physical release for me.

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