Page 187 of Depraved Boys

Right now, I didn’t want to think about Geraldine, who had knelt in front of him and taken him in his mouth, so I skipped ahead to the second time I’d seen him naked.

I licked my lips. “That day in the swimming block changing rooms—”

“You were tempted. I saw it in your eyes.”

“I want you to show me exactly how things would have played out if I’d taken you up on your offer.”

“You want the big dipper?”

I reached out and ran the tip of my finger along the long bulge. “All of it.”

Leopold grinned. “Then you will have its full, celestial glory.”

Core thrumming with excitement, I drew back and rested my hands on the mattress. “You walked into the changing room and stripped off.”

Without revealing much flesh, Leopold unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his tie. “Did that turn you on?”

“More than you can imagine.” I peeled off my blazer and tie, fumbled over my buttons, and stripped myself to the waist.

Leopold’s brows rose. “Eager for me, Wills?”

“Yes,” I murmured.

He pushed his shirt and blazer off his shoulders, revealing that wonderfully chiseled torso and sculpted biceps. Although his skin was nowhere as brown as Prakash’s, he still retained a little color despite the winter.

The pulse between my leg thudded, and I whispered, “More.”

Leopold stepped closer, and I parted my legs so he could settle himself between them. His apple and sunshine scent filled my nostrils and made my head spin. A thrill of apprehension rippled through my heart. For all my bravado and saucy talk, I had never in my life given a blow job. What if I was no good?

“You want my thick, hard cock?”

My eyes traveled along its length, and I croaked, “Yes, please.”

“Say it.”

I stared up into his eyes that were the most intense mix of turquoise around widened pupils, surrounded by sky-blue fibers that coalesced into a circumference of indigo. They reminded me of clouds floating within the summer sky, and I could have lost myself in his gaze for an eternity.

But the heat from the bulge in his pants reminded me of what I wanted. What I needed. My lips parted, but no words came out, so I ran my tongue along their dry surface and thought of how I could phrase my yearning.

“Are you trying to make me cum in my pants?” he asked.

“Don’t,” I whispered. “Because I want you to cum in my mouth.”

Leopold doubled over and grabbed my shoulder. “F-fuck.”

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“J-just… stop talking for a minute,” he ground out. “Shit.”

My brows drew together, and I lowered my gaze to his crotch. It didn’t look like he’d done a Sebastian and climaxed without touching himself, but I gave him a moment to catch his breath before asking, “Are you ready to go again?”

He clapped his hands over his eyes. “Just… save the dirty talk until the next round. I’d like to last a little more than thirty seconds.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Believe me…” He unbuckled his belt. “It is.”

My hands twitched to take over the task of releasing his erection, but I kept them clenched at my side. All reservations about being bad at blow jobs disappeared with his words. If looking into his eyes and saying a sentence got him excited, I didn’t think he would be fussy about my lack of experience.