Page 68 of The Quirky Vet

I want to protest and tell him we can do me later, or even some other time, but the look of fiery determination blazing in his sapphire-blue eyes has my cock twitching, and okay, it'd be nice to feel his mouth working me over.

Muir unhooks his legs, climbs off the bed, and kneels on the floor.

"You sure you wouldn't rather be on the bed?" I ask.

He shakes his head and pats the bed where he wants me to park my arse. "No. This is a big turn-on for me."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

I settle into the new position. "Well, there you go. You learn something new every day."

"You sure do."

And with that, he leans in towards my dick and opens his mouth. I latch on to the sides of his face and angle him so we're looking at each other. "Hey, are you cool with everything?"

"Uh, I'm literally on my knees in front of you about to suck your cock. I'm cool, mate."

"Be serious for a sec," I say, searching his eyes.

Thinking clearly isn't easy when we're both in the midst of something unfamiliar and intense and seriously fucking hot. But I promised him nothing would ever ruin what we have, so I'm using the last vestiges of rational thought I have left in my head to make good on that before I get completely lost in this.

"I'm good," he assures me. "This is…good."

"Just good?"

He clasps my cock and gives it a playful squeeze. "You tell me in about five minutes."

And with that, Muir opens his mouth and goes down on me. He's careful and tentative at first, just like I was. Having your mouth stuffed with cock for the first time is an experience.

I lean back, resting on my elbows, and take in the view of my best mate slowly bobbing up and down on my cock. Muir's mouth and throat strain as he tries to take all of me.

"You're doing good," I murmur, brushing a few errant blond locks off his forehead.

The gentle encouragement seems to spur him on, and he takes more and more of me. When he comes up for air a few minutes later, my cock is saliva slicked, and there's spit running down his chin. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

I swipe it away with my thumb.

"How am I doing?" he asks, and my heart tightens, overflowing with love for him, at the earnestness in his voice, in his eyes as he's looking up at me.

I trace my fingertips over his flushed cheeks. "You're doing great, bubba."

Our eyes connect.

I hadn't meant to say that, but the endearment just slipped out. Is it too much? Is he going to spiral? Should I take it back?

A smile overtakes his face. "Bubba," he repeats softly, like he's saying it more to himself than for me to hear. His head bobs. "I… I like that."

"Good." I buck my hips and the tip of my cock grazes his chin. "Now get back to sucking my dick…bubba."

And he does, amping up the intensity and working me into a frenzy. In what feels like no time at all, he gets me to the brink.

"I'm getting close," I mutter, giving him a heads-up because one, I'm not sure if he wants me to unload in his mouth and two, ideally, I'd like for us to both come at the same time. If that's even possible.

He nods as if to say he's heard me, but he doesn't stop. If anything, he speeds up.

"No no no." I gently pull him off me. The string of drool that hangs between the tip of my cock and his lips could almost make me come hands- and mouth-free, but thankfully, I don't.

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