Page 74 of Notorious

This is just him and me. This is real.

I glance up from between his legs, and he’s gazing down at me with an expression that’s nothing short of adoration. A warm bubble in my chest expands, and I grin at him. “More?” I’m teasing, but his need is intoxicating.

“Yes. More. Please.”

“I love it when you can only say one-syllable words.” Without waiting for a response, I swallow him down, and he arches off the bed.

“Mmmfhgh.”

I give him a good hard suck and then pop off to ask, “You wanna come this way?”

He nods urgently. I pretend to think about it, just to see his reaction, and he doesn’t disappoint. “Please, Johnny.”

“Since you’re so good.” I kiss the tip of his hard cock, then engulf him in my mouth again, swallowing repeatedly around him.

“Sweet hell.”

I keep going, deciding not to torment him further. I like his O-face. I buckle down, devoting myself to bringing him to orgasm. Letting myself deep-throat him as much as I can—which is quite a bit—and not backing off until he’s coming with a shout.

Sucking him even while he’s returning to earth, I slow down, cradling his cock in my mouth. He reaches down and runs his fingertips through my hair. “Oh my god, that was amazing.”

A low chuckle rumbles from my chest. I suck a final time, then pull back onto my knees.

He looks debauched. There’s no other word. His hair is bedhead sexy, and his brow is shiny with sweat. He’s panting, and his cheeks are flushed. Instead of saying anything, he hooks his ankles under my armpits, pulling me up for a kiss.

I comply readily and enthusiastically. “Such a good boy,” I whisper when we pause, and I look at him. “Do you like it when I say that?”

Kurt stiffens, then bites his lip and nods. “Yeah.”

“Then I’ll be glad to keep doing it.”

“Please.” He gives me a sly grin. “Can I return the favor?”

I scurry to the side so fast that he laughs. I lie on my back and flop my arms out. “Be my guest, darlin’. Do whatever you want.”

Kurt licks his lips. “God, you’re beautiful.”

I blink. I’m used to talk like that as part of a scene, but that’s acting. It’s meaningless. He’s being sincere. “Thank you. You are, too.”

Kurt pounces then, straddling me and kissing me, and I kiss him back. “What do you want me to do?” he whispers against my neck.

“Touch me. Lord, please,” I groan. I’m not faking my enthusiasm, either. His touch lights up my skin, and just being around him makes me … happy.

It’s been so long since I’ve been happy, but I’m starting to remember that I used to be that way. Before …

I shudder. Best not to think about that.

“You okay?” Kurt asks.

I yank myself back into the moment. “With you? Never better.” I just went a long time without any crappy thoughts. Hallelujah.

He crawls down my body and lowers his mouth to my cock, then hesitates, looking at it. It’s intimidating. That’s not bragging, it’s just a fact.

“You don’t have to perform, darlin’,” I tell him. “Just do what you like, and it’ll feel good.”

Kurt swallows and then opens his mouth, sucking in my tip.

“Oh, bless, that’s good,” I say. He’s got the suction right, the location right, his tongue is massaging the underside of the head just right.

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