Page 66 of Not Dating Material

“Tell me.”

“I hate—”

He lifts an eyebrow, and I slump.

“How much I like it.”

“That’s better.” Molly hums, then drags his tongue along my piercings. “These are even sexier up close.”

“Sexy enough to suck on?”

“Do they hurt?”

“Nope. Not unless you get super rough with them, but mostly—”

I cut off as Molly closes his teeth around one of the barbells and gives a gentle tug. With how steely hard I am, it sends shivers along my dick and into my balls. I groan and drop my head back against the wall behind me.

“Cruel. So pretty, but so cruel.”

His soft laugh brushes my shaft again, and I cant my hips forward. I need to feel his mouth, to see it stretched around me, those big eyes gazing upward and sending shivers right through to my bones.

“Come on …” I complain. “Stop being so mean to me.”

His tongue is wet as he strokes it along the underside of my cock, slowly running over me again and again until I’m aching for him. I’m so desperate I’m ready to beg when he finally closes his mouth around me.

His lips are soft, breath warm, mouth wet and intoxicating. I want to use his face until he can’t breathe, but I give Molly the time to set the pace, to take me deeper and deeper until my cockhead nudges his throat. Molly swallows, and the pressure almost makes me blow before he pulls back again. Over and over, he bobs up and down, licks me with his wicked tongue, sucks me tight enough my dick feels like it’s in a vacuum, wrapped in pleasure.

“So good,” I praise. “Take me deep.”

He does exactly that.

The stairwell around us echoes with the sounds of his slurps and heavy inhales while my moans and grunts bounce off the walls. Anyone could walk out and find us, anyone could break this up. We could be kicked out of the club, the rest of our roommates could find out, and I don’t even care. Molly’s mouth is ruining me for anything else, and I’d rather die than stop what we’re doing.

I’m acutely aware that we’re pushing it though. Expecting this much privacy isn’t smart, especially not with how close to the edge I’m getting. I need to come. I need to relieve my balls. I need to let loose all this built-up desire that I’m brimming with. My skin tightens, pleasure shivering into my limbs.

“I wanna grip your hair,” I tell him, and his eyes flutter. “Hold tighter. Don’t let me.”

His grip on my wrists increases, and my hips start to move faster. My cock pistons in and out of that sexy mouth, Molly’s eyes are rimmed with tears, and his mouth is puffy, but he grips the base of my shaft with one hand and is going to town on me like he can’t get enough.

The sounds he’s making are incredible. So sexy. Tingling through to the base of my spine.

“Yes. Yes, I’m … I’m gonna …”

My dick throbs through my release, orgasm rolling over me in waves as I unload into his mouth. Molly’s quick to catch it all, swallowing like he’s desperate for it, and seeing him like that only draws my pleasure right out.

He sucks on my tip until my orgasm eases and I have nothing left for him, and then he slides his lips back until I pop from his mouth.

“Wow.”

He lifts one shoulder, the confidence from a moment before gone. “I’m good at what I do. It’s the only thing that gets me a callback.” The light laugh he gives me is forced, and where a second before I felt amazing, dread knocks me down again.

“Tell me I didn’t mess up,” I say.

His eyes shoot up to meet mine. “You didn’t. I promise.”

Yet that doesn’t do a whole lot to make me feel better about things. I offer Molly my hand and pull him to his feet.

“We both know this was fun, right? We established it wasn’t the start of a relationship.”

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