Page 31 of The One-Night Heist

“Yes and… yes,” he gasped, licking up the precum I’d left behind and struggling in my hold to chase for more. His gaze met mine, dazed and desperate. “But never to completion.”

My knee-jerk reaction was a caveman-level need to club him over the head and drag him back to my cave in Chinatown. Fortunately—or unfortunately—learning no one had ever fully claimed him in this way immediately soothed whatever the hell was going on with me.

We’ll blame the 2016 bottle of Château whateverthefuck.

“Well then.” I released his hair and gave myself a firm stroke, glaring down at him with a disdain that was really meant for myself. “Get to work, and maybe you can earn my cum.”

I wasn’t usually so rude in the bedroom—shocking, I know—but right now, I was in a mood. Luckily, Giano seemed to like me behaving this way as his pretty eyes momentarily fluttered closed before he leaned forward and confidently licked me from root to tip.

Sweet Jesus!

For some reason, I’d expected this baby gay to be hesitant during his first face-to-face with my cock, but Giancarlo Luxford was apparently in his element. First he sucked one of my balls into his mouth to roll around on his tongue, then the other, making me grit my teeth to slow down the inevitable. As if sensing I was already walking a razor’s edge, he changed tactics, sending sparks of pleasure zipping down my spine as he traced every vein on his way up my shaft before wrapping his lips around the head of my dick and sucking like his life depended on it.

All while moaning like an absolute whore.

Sweet. Baby. Jesus.

The clubbing-to-cave fantasy pipeline was now highly possible, because if this man was going to make those sounds just from slobbering on my dick, then I was dangerously close to turning this into a regular hookup.

So much for a one-night stand…

“You’re k-kind of a cock-slut, h-huh?” I choked on air, my breath catching despite my best efforts when he moaned at the degradation. “Do you think you can take all of me?”

I wasn’t porn-sized or anything, but I had some decent length, and enough girth to make things interesting when I topped, which I hoped we could get to eventually and ohmygawd, why was I thinking about seeing him again?

Luckily, Giano chose that moment to swallow me down until his lips brushed my pubic hair—barely gagging, as if he was the porn star on set—and every ounce of my concentration went toward not immediately exploding.

How the hell did no one get to “completion” from this?!

“Fuck,” I gasped, so close to coming my teeth were swimming. “You’d better make up your mind if you want it down your throat or on your pretty face.”

Or all over that expensive shirt…

I had to think very unsexy thoughts after that visual, but then Giano pulled off with another slutty sound, teasing the vee under my crown with his tongue as we both caught our breath. “Anywhere you want, Rowen. Please.”

There was that please again, and any chance for me to behave flew right out the window.

He doesn’t want nice anyway.

“Open wide, Moneybags,” I growled. “Pretend it’s a silver spoon.”

Giano may have tried to laugh, but I was already stuffing my dick down his throat, purring in satisfaction when he finally choked.

There we go.

My victory didn’t last long, as it only took a few mean thrusts before I was groaning low with both hands clutching his hair and my body curled over his, willing myself not to black out as I spilled down his surprisingly skillful throat.

Okay, he definitely earned that…

Just in time, I remembered Giano’s answer, so I pulled out and squeezed the last few drops onto his perfect fucking face.

“You look so good covered in my cum,” I chuckled as I tucked myself away again, loving how messed up his shiny black hair was—how fucked out he looked already. “Was that what you needed, baby?”

The cheesy nickname was out before I could stop it, and even though his eyes widened a fraction of an inch, he blessedly didn’t comment. “Yes,” he replied, his voice deliciously wrecked. “Thank you.”

Thank you?!

I needed to put immediate distance between myself and this man before I did something stupid. Thankfully, I had the perfect excuse. “You’re welcome. I’m gonna go prep in the shower really quick. When I get back, I want to see you naked and on the bed, with your hands far away from your dick. Understood?”