Page 72 of On Circus Lane

“Keep going.”

He instantly returns to that spot, sucking and biting before blowing over the skin. It makes even my fingertips tingle, and I fumble between us, pushing my hands into his open jeans. His cock is hard and thrusting towards me, and he groans as I pull it gently from the cotton of his briefs. I want to look at him but can’t because he’s kissing me again.

I want to make this good for him. I want it to be the best. But most of all, I want his cock in my mouth.

He makes an inarticulate sound of protest as I pull away but then groans as I lower myself to my knees. His cock jerks as if it’s aiming for my mouth, and I grin up at him. His head is down, hiseyes intent, and all signs of easygoing Tom have vanished. Now he’s all hot eyes and demanding hands.

He grabs his cock and, fisting the length, he pushes towards me. “Bee,” he says pleadingly.

If I’d had any thoughts of making him wait and playing with him, my own desire has defeated me, and I don’t waste any time. I grab his hips, pulling them towards me until his damp cockhead brushes my mouth. “Feed it to me,” I order.

Groaning loudly, he does as I say. His cock is long and intimidatingly wide, and my mouth waters as the juicy head slips past my lips. I give an experimental suck, and he grunts as if he’s been shot. “Shit,” he mutters. “That feels so good.”

I can taste his precome in my mouth, tart and hot, and I suck again. He arches into me, and when I look up, he’s watching me, his eyes dark.

Holding his gaze, I slowly lower my mouth down his cock. My eyes water at the thickness, but I keep going, relaxing my throat until he’s all the way in and his pubes tickle my chin. Then I pause, watching him.

He traces one finger around my stretched mouth, gathering moisture and rubbing it on my lips. Then his eyes slam closed as I suck him.

“Mmm,” he whispers. “Yes, like that. So good.”

Listening to him praise me makes me feel hot, and I suck and lick, the slurping sounds loud in the hallway. Occasionally I gag, but when he shows concern, I wave him away because I love to choke on a dick, and his is the prettiest one I’ve seen.

I rise and fall on his cock, making the suction hot and strong, and my own cock throbs to a fierce beat. I reach into my jeans and pull it out. I give myself a rough stroke, and he groans. “Yes, touch yourself, Bee. So hot. So fuckinggood.”

My balls draw up, and I realise with a shock that I could come. I pull off him.

“In the bedroom,” I whisper.

He nods and pulls up his jeans so he doesn’t trip. He careens as if he’s drunk, so I grab his hand and pull him along.

My room is quiet and lit by the glow of a streetlight. It casts shadows on the big bed, which is unmade and still rumpled from the morning. I go to the bedside table, pull out my lube and a condom, and throw them on the bed.

“Get your clothes off.” I kick off my shoes and socks and pull off my jeans.

Tom watches me, his face half in shadow, a hot, restless gleam in his eyes. There seems to be a trace of amusement in those eyes.

I put my hands on my hips. “What?”

“Shall we slow this down a bit?” he says hoarsely. “There’s so much I want to do to you.”

I’m shaking my head before he’s even halfway through his sentence. “I can’t wait. I want you to fuck me now.”

He considers me for a long few seconds, and then he’s in motion, stripping off his jeans and coming close to draw me into his arms. He kisses me, sucking on my lips until they feel swollen, and then sliding his tongue into my mouth. My hands are in his hair immediately, fisting the soft strands and making moaning noises that I can’t stop. His cock is a heavy weight against me, and I pull back.

“Kneel upright on the bed,” I say hoarsely.

He does as I say moving slowly and fluidly like honey pouring from a jug. His skin is golden against the white sheets, and his body is a work of art: broad shoulders, long legs with narrow hips, and a muscled hair-roughened torso. His hair is a mess where my hands have been in it, and his eyes are heavy-lidded and so sexy.

I kneel on the bed facing him, and his cock jerks as if it’s looking for me. Holding his eyes, I lower my head, keeping myarse up in the air. The air is cold on my opening, and I feel empty. I lick his cock, and he groans, so I take him into my mouth, starting to suck. He palms my head, pushing me into his groin. I can smell the rich scent of his pubes, and although the gesture is forceful, I can’t help noticing the gentleness in his hands.

But I’m not one for gentleness during sex. Or for taking my time when my cock is throbbing like this. I take his cock back down my throat and swallow. He moans, and I hear the sound of a cap popping. Then I jerk as I feel a finger circling my hole.

“Shit,” I gasp, pulling off his dick with a pop.

“This okay?” he asks, his eyes avid.

“Yeah, of course.” I take his cock into my mouth again but stop because I can’t concentrate when his finger is sliding around my entrance, silky with lube. He caresses the wrinkled skin, and the nerves there make goosebumps break out all over my body. “Mmm,” I say dreamily. “That’s nice.”

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