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He swallows around my tip, and I nearly goddamn buckle on the spot.
CHAPTER 4
This is wild.
The hottest guy I’ve ever fucking seen tastes like a Christmas miracle. Not to mention, he comes complete with a cock I would do very questionable things to ensure I get an opportunity to play with more than just this once.
Sweet Jesus. He’s thick and veiny and makes my mouth water.
Thank fuck, because I’m drunk and horny and I haven’t made out with a guy in a minute. This goddamn Adonis is seriously doing something for me, so it only makes sense to let myself have a little bit of private fun first.
He feels incredible, heavy on my tongue, feeding me bursts of precum like a reward for my service. Christ, I’m getting more and more turned on the longer I continue sucking him like this.
Partly, in the back of my mind, there’s a hint of awareness that flashes brighter than a cherry-red festive light bulb. A very specific sort of arousal that comes with feeling like someone might walk through that open door any second. And yeah, that’s a hot prospect and all, I won’t deny it, but that’s not the real reason I’m hard as steel inside my jeans.
It’s the thought of making him lose it in a few short minutes.
To greedily take his climax all for myself.
To succeed in undoing him and having him in secret before this turns into a three-way.
That idea, right there, leaves my blood turning white hot.
As I swallow around the crown of him again and again, he keeps shuddering and making these raspy, groaning noises. Like he’s trying really fucking hard to keep quiet and to act like he’s not enjoying this as much as he is.
The drunker, hornier, brattier side of me comes out to play.
I come from rodeo stock.
I fucking love nothing more than a challenge.
He can be broody and silent and gorgeous all he likes. But he’s no match for my mouth, and tongue.
“Umphhff. Oh … oh, god.” His gasp is raw, unleashed into this quiet room, while bass thumps from downstairs. This time he doesn’t catch those noises of pleasure before they escape, and I’m entirely focused on making him come. I’ve never been so determined to make someone lose their mind. There’s just something about witnessing such a stocky, strong guy melt like this. As if no one has treated him so attentively before.
The musky scent of him fills my senses. Hints of his eagerness continue to leak and coat my tongue. Strong fingers tug on my hair to the point it stings, and it could be entirely the tequila’s fault, but I’m more than a little obsessed.
I keep teasing him, ruthlessly pursuing every single one of those attempts not to straight up moan out loud.
That’s it, you beautiful wall of muscle. Turn into a shaking, pleading mess for me.
With each suck and bob forward to take him deep, I can tell he’s getting close.
He tightens his fingers in my hair and actively chases my mouth now. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.”
That’s it. There he is. I swirl my tongue and hollow my cheeks and moan around him as he throbs on my tongue.
“Oh god. You … you have to stop. I’m gonna—” He tries to push against me in warning.
My muffled moan is louder in response. I suck him down as far as possible, and his hips stall. He swells, pulses, and unloads on my tastebuds. Fuck yes. The tangy saltiness of him fills my senses as he blows down my throat. I swallow his cum eagerly, enjoying every breathless, shuddering reaction as his dick twitches.
Taking my time, I lick him clean. With his softening cock still in my mouth, I seek out his eyes, and the expression on his face is one of complete awe and shock. Definitely the face of a guy who’s never been sucked properly before.
Drawing back, I let him slip from my mouth and flash a knowing grin.
“Mmmm. Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from. Once that girl walks in, I’m sure you’ll find your rhythm again. We can start without you. I’m sure it won’t take you much to get back in the game.”
His face morphs, brows knitting together, and his muscles tense. “Girl? What girl?” He lets go of my hair and fumbles to tuck himself away. “Wait … Izzie?”
