Page 46 of The Star in Room 7

“Fuck! Your mouth is… It’s… It’s… Amazing!!”

Does he mean it? His words spur me on.

“Oh! Oh...” He draws it out, practically purring.

I suck harder, drawing patterns on his length with my tongue.

He gasps and clutches the sheets. “So fucking good,” he croons. “Your tongue… So fucking supple… Oh! Fuck, that’s…” He licks his lips. “You’ll have me coming in no time, sweetheart.”

Every bit of praise buoys me. I grin around his cock, sucking and licking for all I’m worth, taking him so deep that his pubic hair tickles my nose and chin. The more he praises me, the better I want to perform. Soon, I’m humming and moaning around his cock, like I’m devouring the most delicious meal ever.

He tightens his grip on my hair, tugging desperately. He draws his brows together. “Baby, I’m going to…”

I could pull off, but I don’t. I let him come in my mouth, sucking and swallowing his salty cum as he shivers and groans. I don’t stop until he’s spent, and his cock has gone floppy. Then I rest my cheek on his thigh, his cock still lolling in my mouth. I breathe through my nose, lazily fluttering my lashes as I stare at him. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and damn, he looks so gorgeous from this angle.

He relaxes his grip on my hair, stroking me once more, his smile full of admiration. “That was so good.”

I smile, releasing his cock from my mouth. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Daddy.” I kiss his stomach and then crawl into his arms, resting my head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“Making me feel good. Praising me. I’ve… No one’s ever praised me like that before.”

“You enjoyed it?”

“Yes. I was nervous to start with, but the more you praised me, the more confident I felt.”

“You had no reason to be nervous, sweet boy. You have a very talented mouth.”

I snort-laugh. “I’m glad you approve of my mouth.” I twirl my finger over his stomach. “Am I doing this right?”

His brow crumples into a frown. “Doing what right?”

“Being your boy?”

“Oh, yes, baby. You are perfect.” He kisses the top of my head. “Give me a few minutes to recover, and then we can shower and make food. You must be getting hungry.”

“I dunno… I’m pretty full right now.”

“Cum is not a meal.”

I bat my eyelids. “It’s not? Are you sure?”

He chuckles and kisses me again. “Positive.”

We doze for a while, only stirring when our stomachs grumble that we’ve been awake for hours but haven’t eaten a thing.

“Shower time,” Nate says decisively.

“Or we could have a bath?” I suggest.

“A shower would be faster.”

“A bath would be more relaxing.”

“I like this version of you.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”