Page 107 of Not Dating Material

“One thing for me first though.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Get rid of my pants.”

That might just be my favorite thing to do. I hook my fingers into the waistband and strip them off in one.

Molly kisses his way along my bare chest, taking his time over my nipples and as he licks between my abs. He hums and rubs his face over me, getting teasingly closer and closer to my aching length.

“Come on,” I complain.

He buries his face in my V. “Want to smell like you.”

“Ah. Shoot. Well, carry on with that.”

He bites the waistband of my sleep shorts. His arms are crossed behind his back, so I lift my hips to give him a hand. Inch by inch, he tugs them down until my cock flings out, freed and—

Hits Molly in the face.

He jerks back. “Fuck, you almost poked my eye out with that thing!”

I choke on a laugh.

“Not funny. I could have been blind, and then what would I have said to the doctor? Sorry, but Seven’s one-eyed monster wanted to even things up in our staring contest?”

My laugh finally comes. “Stop being weird and suck my cock.”

“Fine. But only because I want to and not because you told me to.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. Riiiiiigh—” My words turn to a moan as Molly engulfs my cock in one swallow. The hot suction is exactly what I need, and I can’t take my eyes off him. His lips stretched wide while my cock disappears in and out of his mouth. The way his pretty eyes water as he rams my tip down his throat, pulling back to gasp down air before doing it all again. He licks and sucks and dips his head to rub his face against my balls before licking a wet stripe up to my tip.

“You love that, don’t you? Sucking my dick?”

He runs his tongue over my piercings. “If we were real boyfriends, I’d wake you up every day like this.”

“Oh yeah?” I thrust my hips upward, seeking his mouth. “What else would you do? Message me forty times?”

He tsks. “I already do that. I’d message you a hundred times.”

“What about?”

His pink tongue dips into my slit. “How perfect you are. How sweet and kind and amazing—”

“You’re doing dirty talk wrong.”

Molly lights up with the challenge. “I’d send you naked pictures and videos of me jerking off.”

“There we go.”

“And when you get home from work, I’d have all your favorite things waiting.”

I cover my face because while thinking about coming home to him is amazing, it’s something I’m also actively trying not to think of. Molly isn’t for me.

So, I force myself to say the words I never want to say. “When you do find a boyfriend, make sure you suck him off just like this.”

He pulls off me with a scowl. “No more talking for you.”

And before the guilt can settle around me, Molly pushes himself up, turns around, and straddles my head. His mushroom tip nudges my lips as he leans forward and wraps his mouth around my shaft again.

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