Page 139 of Trust Me

When I grasped his shaft, his lips parted and his eyes fluttered closed. As he thrust gently into my hand, precum dripped onto my thumb. His head was flushed and leaking, making my mouth water.

“Can I taste it?” I asked.

“Don’t ask stupid questions, Oli.”

I leaned forward, guiding his dick to my mouth. My tongue traced the trail of precum, and he jolted, his hand going to my hair. I curled my tongue, lapping up every bit of it before I closed my lips around him.

A groan left my throat when he stroked my dick with a tight grip. I wanted to tell him to go back to fingering me, or better yet, I wanted him to use his dick, but I kept my wits about me enough to remind myself that we were building up to it.

I relaxed as I let him push further into my mouth. The urge to gag faded gradually, and I slid down to his base, gripping him tightly with my hand.

“God,” he rasped. “Just like that.”

As if he could tell exactly what I wanted, he threaded his fingers through my hair to guide my movements. He leaned down and spit on my dick before stroking me faster. I wasn’t which was driving me to my orgasm faster, but every time he thrust into my throat, I throbbed with need.

I made a sound around him, my muscles tensing.

“You almost there, baby?” he asked.

I nodded, my eyes watering as I looked up at him. His face was red, and there was sweat on his brow that made him look freaking edible.

“If you let me cum in your mouth,” he said breathily, “I don’t think I’ll be capable of letting you go.”

I swirled my tongue around him, then took him as deeply as I could. His brow pinched, and his jaw tightened as his dick twitched. Seeing the pleasure on his face pushed me to the edge, and I gripped his side, unable to draw in breath. My hips thrust upward as the sensation peaked.

For a second, he kept his eyes on my dick, but then he met my eyes. He held my gaze as his cum hit my tongue, as if he needed to watch me take what he gave me. I pulled back slowly while he finished, wanting to feel every inch of him. My tongue circled his head to make sure I didn’t miss any, then I opened my mouth to let him see it.

The change in his eyes was immediate. I wasn’t sure if it freaked me out or exhilarated me. When he latched onto my throat, I remained in place, still holding his cum on my tongue.

“Swallow it,” he demanded.

I kept my lips parted as I did. When I licked them, he let out a groan.

“Kiss me,” I whispered.

He didn’t even hesitate. His tongue swept through my mouth, apparently not caring about tasting himself.

“You’re something else, Oli.”

Despite everything, a flicker of doubt crept into my mind. As if he could tell, his grip softened, and his eyes became serious.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said.

“Okay.”

He didn’t look satisfied by my response. When he thrust me backward onto the bed, I gasped, but he shut me up immediately by kissing the side of my neck hard. His teeth snagged my skin, making me hiss from the pain. Holding onto his shoulders, I closed my eyes, wanting to take absolutely everything he gave me.

By the time he pulled back, my neck was throbbing. He traced what I imagined was an angry mark as he hovered above me.

“See?” he murmured. “If you ever get lost, now someone will know exactly where you belong.”

It was impossible not to laugh, cutting through the tension. “What if I don’t want to be found?”

“You’d better kill me, then, because I’ll come looking, and I’ll leave no stone unturned.”

“You promise?”

“I fucking promise, Oli.” Dropping onto his back, he put a hand on his forehead. “I’m so goddamn tired.”