Page 12 of Traitor


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“Get naked. Why aren’t you naked?” Echo asks, whining a little at the end.

I fake sigh, pulling off my clothing as slowly as possible.

“If I didn’t need dick so bad I’d leave Callum, hurry up.”

I stop moving, freezing for a moment before quickly regaining my composure. Praying that Echo didn’t notice that quick reaction to his words. I move faster, taking off my clothes completely as a further distraction.

Does he realize what he said? What he basically admitted to me? My heart has skipped several beats. I lay a hand on my chest to make sure it’s still there. It is. Pounding against my ribs with fervor.

Echo is only hooking up with me.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Echo pulls me down to the floor with him, sitting on top of the towel.

“I’m not.” I say, trying to stop.

Echo raises a brow, “Okay…”

His gaze peruses my body before he seems to make his mind up about something.

“This isn’t for you.” he says, inching closer on his hands and knees.

It’s very apparent to me that he’s still dressed and the need to cover up, especially in this environment, is strong. I let Echo manipulate my form, moving my arms and legs I’ve tried to hard to squeeze against me.

I know objectively that I’m handsome. That my body is nice, and even that Echo appreciates it, at least enough to fuck me.

I just cant help but feel insecure.

Like maybe the way I look factors into Echo’s hesitance along with our history.

But as he kisses down my chest, stopping to lavish my nipples with soft kisses and firm strokes of his tongue, it feels like maybe it might be— for me— at least a little. A subtle reassurance.

Maybe I’m delusional. Reading deeper into things because I so badly want to win back his affections. I don’t know.

He works his way down, stopping only when my hard cock bobs in front of his face. Echo sits up, deciding that now is the time to remove his clothes. Very. Slowly.

Touché.

“Are you serious?” I pout.

“I told you it isn’t for you.” he replies smugly.

Tou-fucking-ché.

When he’s finally naked and I’m sure my dick is going to burst from the amount of blood inside it, he leans back over and slips his warm mouth over the sticky head of my cock. There’s no more teasing, only doubling down as he bobs his head, sucking my soul through my dick.

The feeling of his tongue piercing running along the veins of my cock nearly does me in. My hand gravitates to his thick dark hair without thought, lightly tugging the strands. Echo’s eyes roll back as he moans around my cock, spit leaking sloppily around my balls.

Towel for the win.

His dick stands at attention between his legs, a long strand of sticky precum drooling from the tip. The sight makes my mouth water.

“You like the way my cock feels in your mouth? Fuuckk, you suck me so good. Touch yourself Echo. Make yourself come from the feeling of me inside you.”

My heart bursts when he follows my babbled instruction. I love when he’s like this. When he’s so into it he forgets himself. Forgets to worry about holding up his walls to keep me out.

His green eyes meet mine and I’m done for. I unload into his mouth, my body twitching with aftershocks as I watch how he expertly doesn’t waste a drop.

Echo releases me with a pop, and he’s there shortly after. I watch him shudder and sigh as he comes all over his fist and the towel.

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