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His fingers gently slip from my hole, and I quiver, hating the sudden emptiness. If we had more time, or, hell, lube, I’d have absolutely no qualms about begging him to fuck me, not when I can still feel the phantom fullness of his fingers. Not when I can still taste him combined with my release so pungently on my tongue.
My lips slide from his, dragging wetly over his jaw.
His shoulders tense, and I feel his arm move under me, a hand jamming between my spent cock, and the one still straining through denim beneath me.
“No,” I whisper.
He moans a little protest, and I smile sleepily.
Pulling back, I give him a little shake of my head. His fingers clench into fists on his lap, drawing stark attention to the faint map of veins and muscle branching up his tanned arms.
My mouth waters, my lagging pulse catching a second wind. Not taking my eyes off his, I scoot back, sliding down to rest my knees on the rug. Spreading his legs out on either side of me, I press myself up against him and reach for his fly.
He lowers his chin to track my movements, causing wavy golden hair to spill over his brow. It’s dark in here and washed out, but something tells me his cheeks are pink right now.
A slow, wicked grin crawls up my face as I flip the button and unzip him.
Like clockwork, his gaze snaps to my cheek, sparking with equal parts hunger and affection.
Fuck, I love this guy.
Bypassing his black boxer-briefs, I dip my fingers inside, seeking that warm, silky-smooth hardness I can’t seem to get enough of these days.
“My turn,” I rasp.
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WILL FOSTER
Yeah,this is going to be embarrassingly fast.
Waylon pulls my dick out just enough to bend down and swipe his tongue at my head, not wasting a second, licking up the sticky moisture clinging there. My boxers are black, but fuck if there’s not a huge wet spot from how badly I’ve been leaking.
I know I say it every time, but damn, I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking hard and turned on in my life. It’s as if every time we have sex, my brain reboots, and it feels new all over again and ungodly overwhelming.
How I managed not to bust a load in my jeans already is a fucking mystery. A miracle if there ever was one.
Because this? This is so much more preferable.
I lift my ass, helping Waylon drag my jeans and boxers down, just enough to pull my balls out.
I take a much-needed breath, feeling instantly better now that my cock isn’t being smothered by fabric. No, now it’s being smothered by the sweltering heat of Waylon’s mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp, finding his hair with my fingers.
His piercing digs into my slit, and my hips jolt, thrusting my cock deeper into his mouth. He hums around me, dark, hooded eyes peering up at my face.
Wetting my lips, I nod. “God, you feel so good. I’m not gonna last.”
His lips tighten at the edges, as if he’s trying to smile. It’s so fucking sexy, seeing him like this, on his knees, mouth stretched wide around my cock. Even sexier? How much he fucking enjoys it.
He already came, but there’s no denying the arousal reflecting back at me from those deep, earthy pools of green and gold. They’ve all but been swallowed by his pupils, and yet with each pulse of desire glaring back at me, they remind me who’s still there under the surface.
Way.
Way, Way, Way.
He inches his mouth deeper down my cock, taking as much of me as he can. I’m not much bigger than him, but much to his annoyance, I’m way better at deep-throating.Thank you very much.
