Page 88 of Maybe You
Warm breath whispers over my sensitive skin, and I let out a shuddering breath.
“Can you savor the moment with your mouth open?”
He hums again, and the sound vibrates through my dick.
“I could,” he says.
“Then maybe?—”
That’s all I get out, because that’s also the exact moment when Sutton wraps his lips around the tip of my cock and sucks.
My breath gets stuck somewhere in my lungs while every ounce of focus I have centers on the fact that there’s warm, wet heat surrounding my cockhead.
He promised to savor, and he stays true to his word.
It’s a worshipping of my dick.
He sucks me until I can’t think. Until my legs are shaking from the effort of holding myself upright. I draw in sharp breath after sharp breath to somehow manage the pleasure he’s slowly unleashing.
And then he swallows me down. Tip to root. Lips firmly around my shaft. Wet and hot and tight.
“Holy shit,” I gasp.
I’m clutching his hair like it’s a lifeline.
The blow job turns messier. He rolls my balls between his fingers and sucks. He takes me so deep that he gags, and my balls draw up almost painfully. And then he does it again.
It’s not a conscious move, but I start to thrust my hips forward. Searching for release. Or maybe chasing it, because it’s right there.
“Sutt,” I rasp. I’m not sure whether it’s a plea or a warning. Maybe a bit of both.
He sucks me in deep, and my hips snap forward. I’m forcing myself into his mouth, and I can’t help it.
He sucks hard and fast.
A harsh shout echoes through the room, and there’s a dazed second when I realize it came from me before I coat Sutton’s tongue with my release. My cock pulses in his mouth, spurt after spurt of cum that he swallows down, his throat contracting around the head of my cock. My body curls over him, fingers digging into his shoulders, and he keeps me in his mouth until he’s sucked me dry.
My dick softens slowly until it slips out of Sutton’s mouth. He falls back on his haunches, and I slowly slide down the wall, done with trying to keep myself upright.
My chests heaves while I try to catch my breath.
Sutton’s hand flies over his own dick until the muscles of his abdomen clench, and his body arches, and he comes all over his stomach and chest.
And then we’re both heaving for breath.
I lean forward and cup his face in my hands, drawing him toward me until I can kiss him. His tongue brushes mine, and I can taste myself, and it only makes me want him more.
He pulls away and looks at me, smiling, before he plants a quick kiss on the tip of my nose and gets up. He reaches out his hand, grabs mine, and pulls me to my feet.
“Food and round two?” he says.
I shouldn’t.
But I nod anyway.
SEVENTEEN
My phone starts to vibrate just as I drop into my bed after getting home from work. I’m freshly showered and tired as hell, but I see Sutton’s name on the screen and I pick it up, even though I wouldn’t have if it had been anybody else.