Page 88 of The Silencer

After a few moments, he turns over to face me, and I move my gaze so I can watch him.

“Fine, Mr. Costello. I get it. I’ll be where you want me to be, but never leave me halfway blinded from lack of orgasms. Now I’m just grumpy, and I can’t sleep.”

I huff a laugh and turn my body to face his.

“So you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Maybe. I won’t make any promises.”

“Come here,” I say lowly, and I can almost hear his eyes rolling. “Come here and I’ll help you come.”

He purses his lips. “I don’t want it anymore. I’m over it.”

I lean up on my elbow, my eyes taking him in. I can see the bulge beneath the covers, his hard dick trying to poke its way out.

“I’m sure you are. If you change your mind, I’ll be right here.”

I don’t move, just hover, watching as he fights it. And then with a moan, he’s on me, pressed up against my body, his hard cock humping my thigh.

It’s in that moment that I snap and roll us both over, my body splayed on top of his.

His fingers dig into my back and his legs wrap around my hips as we grind together, my arms bracketing his face as we just breathe each other in.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, rocking his hips up into mine. Our dicks slide together, and the way he feels against me makes something spark beneath my skin. I need something.

I want more. More from him. Everything he has to give.

“Fuck, please, Anthony. Please.”

I reach out and thread my hand into his hair, tugging roughly and biting down on his neck, marking him.

I want everyone who sees him to know who he belongs to.

“What do you need?” I ask lowly, my mouth against his ear.

“To come. Please,” he whispers, and I sit up abruptly, his legs splayed wide before me. With a heave, I flip him over. He starts to grind against the mattress before I reach out and lift his ass into the air. My thumbs spread him wide as I lower my face against his ass.

He’s whining now, his hands fisted in the covers as I start to eat him again.

I don’t think I got enough earlier.

I want to taste him as he comes.

My tongue thrusts into him, and he gasps, arching back into my face as much as he can. I keep myself inside him, fucking into him, making him whimper and moan. I don’t let up, don’t stop, just continue to eat at his greedy hole until he’s once more a writhing mess. I can hear his broken sobs, his desperate moans.

When I’m done torturing his ass, I flip him over and cover his cock with my mouth, using my hand to jerk him in time with each suck, feeling the way he starts to crest that inevitable hill. But this time, instead of stopping, I let him explode in my mouth, his very essence hitting my tongue as he chants my name. I hold it there, collecting every drop until he’s finally done, his body growing soft beneath mine, wrung out and satiated.

And then I meet his stare as I spit it into my hand and wrap it around my cock, jerking myself until I’m spraying his body with my release.

He watches it all through hooded eyelids, his chest heaving.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” he says softly. I let my hand fall from my dick as I stare down at him.

“Like I said, I own you, Tatum. I own your entire body.”

He sighs as if that makes him happy and then throws an arm over his eyes.

“Yeah, I get it, Mr. Boss Man. You can suck my dick anytime.”