Page 53 of The Secret's Out

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he walked toward me, got to his fuckin’ knees, shoved my hand outta the way and took my cock into his mouth.

His fuckin’ mouth.

Hot, wet and feeling fuckin’ amazing, he slid my cock out to the tip and then all the way in again.

“Jesus,” I hissed.

All control left me. I leaned my arse against the vanity watchin’ as Pick sucked me off. “Faster,” I growled and he did. He looked his hooded eyes up at me and slid his mouth up and down my cock faster. I grabbed the back of his head and held him down on my cock, though givin’ him enough room if he wanted to escape. When he didn’t move, I pumped my seed into his mouth. “Fuck, yes,” I hissed when he sucked the last drop outta me.

Pick stood, his pants were undone, his hand palmin’ his own cock. I flashed back to the drunken night when I last had his cock in my mouth. It’d been dark then, but fuck me, now the room was light and his dick was so fuckin’ hard. He was close to comin’. I could see it from the strain on his features.

Christ, he got off on givin’ me head...like I had that time with him.

Without thinking, I stepped up, my hand reaching for his dick and when it did, his hand fell away. He seemed confused by my actions, he glared down at me. Was he worried I’d stop? There was no chance of that happenin’.

Stepping up closer, so the front of my body touched his side, I jerked his cock off in my hand and met his glare, which was starting to thaw. I then leaned in and whispered on a growl, “You like my hand on you?” He didn’t reply. His nod was all he gave me. I wasn’t happy with that. “Tell me, Caden. You like my hand wrapped around your cock?”

“Yes,” he snapped.

“Good,” I said.

“But I want your mouth on me.”

Pulling back to look at him, I raised a brow, “Really?”

“Yes,” he said through clenched teeth. He was close to comin’.

Smirking, I said, “All you had to do was ask.” I got to my knees. My mouth opened and was around his tip, just in time for his cum to shoot out and hit the back of my throat.

I reckoned the three of us were gonna work out just fine, and from the smirk on Pick’s face, as we left the bathroom, he knew it as well.

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