Page 28 of Crowbar

My lips kissed and nipped a path along his jaw, tongue flicking over his Adam’s apple.

“Your mouth is…” Spencer groaned. “Forgot what I was going to say.”

“Careful, babe,” I said against his throat. “Trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”

He gasped then groaned, his fingers curling tighter in my shirt.

My other hand found his waist. I yanked him to my chest. He moaned.

“Like that?”

“About to come in my khakis.” Snaking his hand around my nape, he licked greedily at my mouth, one leg hitching at hip. I felt his hard cock against my thigh, grinding into my leg.

“Rather you come in my mouth, sweetheart.” I nipped his ear. “But you gotta beg for it.”

Spencer shoved against my chest, and I immediately released him, wondering if I’d gone too far. Some males weren’t into filth, preferring to keep things vanilla.

Grabbing my hand, he dragged me from the kitchen, a huge grin on my face.

“Think you’re running this?”

“Just getting to the main course sooner.” He pulled me straight toward his bed, and I let him. There was something hot about a pint-sized guy manhandling me. It was a fucking turn-on and had my dick hard and aching.

As soon as we reached the platform, I wrapped an arm around his waist, hauled him off his feet, and dropped him onto the bed. But I slipped my hand under his sling, preventing his arm from hitting the mattress.

“You tell me the minute that arms starts hurting. Understood?” I rested my hands on my hips, waiting.

“And if I don’t?” he teased.

Lowering to a crouch, I looked him in the eye. “I ain’t fuckin’ around with your recovery, Indoors. As fired up as I am, your recovery is more important to me. Got that?”

“Yes.”

There was a catch in his voice. He wasn’t used to being taken care of. He was about to get used to it.

I worked the button of his khakis open then the zipper. He lifted his hips without me asking, and I pulled the fabric down to his knees, taking his boxers with the pants.

His cock was flushed and leaking, curving up toward his stomach. I wrapped one hand around the base, and his whole body jerked.

“Beg me.”

“Crowbar.” My name was a plea.

“My name sounds good on your lips, but not what I’m looking for.” I leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside, base to tip. The taste of him flooded my mouth, salt and skin and want. His thighs trembled on either side of my shoulders. “Beg me to suck you off.”

Spencer’s eyes had gone wild, desperate. “Put your goddamn mouth on my cock and don’t stop until I’m coming down your throat, pookie…please,” he demanded but softened the ending.

“Call me that again.”

“Pookie.”

My thumb traced the jut of his hipbone. He was all angles and compact lines, built narrow but strong. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his stomach. Spencer’s breath stuttered, and his hand tightened on my shoulder.

I kissed lower, following the trail of hair. Spencer’s hips jerked forward, and I steadied him, holding him in place while I licked around the head. He made a sound that was half gasp, half moan, and his fingers found my hair, tangling in it.

I took his cock into my mouth slowly, letting him feel every inch of the slide. I wasn’t going to rush a fucking minute with my mate.

Spencer’s legs jerked again. “Oh god. ’S good. So good.”