Page 51 of The Prodigal Son

When he reaches the tip, he kisses it with his wet lips, focusing on the underside of the head. My toes curl, and I groan even louder.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Good boy.”

When his lips part, and my cock disappears into his mouth, I nearly lose my mind. The wet heat consumes me, and I feel it everywhere. Covering his teeth with his lips, he moans hungrily as he slides me to the back of his throat, gliding his lips from base to tip.

“Fuck,” I mumble, my voice like gravel. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop that beautiful fucking mouth.”

He growls around my cock as he picks up speed. With both of his hands on my hips, he takes me deeper and deeper each time. When he gags, I tear his mouth off with a harsh grip on his hair.

“You’re going to make me come already,” I bark.

As he smiles up at me with saliva-wet lips, I hold his head in place as I lean down to kiss him. I lick into his mouth and nibble his lips as if I’m trying to eat him and make him mine.

Holding him by the hair and jaw, I force him to look at me. “I am fucking obsessed with you,” I growl. “What are you doing to me?”

He smiles wickedly and makes it so clear how he has me under his spell. He is sex and sin incarnate. All of my temptations wrapped up into one. Theo Virgil will be my downfall and my destruction, and right now, I welcome it. Let me burn in the fires of hell forever for that mouth of his. I won’t regret a thing.

Bringing his mouth back to my cock, I slide my length down his throat until he gags again. He takes over and sucks with purpose. He wants to please me.

And when the pleasure begins to crescendo, I don’t stop it. I let it wash over me.

With a roaring sound, I come, filling his mouth and throat with my seed. He takes it with eagerness, groaning as he continues to suck and swallow, licking his lips when he pops his mouth from the head.

“Fuck.” The word comes out like a breath as I collapse onto the bed behind me. My head hits the mattress and I stare up at the ceiling with my cock still hanging out and the aftershock of my orgasm tingling through my body.

A moment later, Theo crawls up and reclines at my side. Using my arm as a pillow, he cuddles up to me with a proud expression on his face.

“Can you move?” he asks.

“Soon, I will,” I reply.

He kisses my jaw and nuzzles my neck.

Opening my eyes, I turn toward him and kiss his mouth. He tastes like a delicious sin.

“You’re incredible,” I mumble.

His only response is a chuckle as he kisses me again. “Actually, I’m starving.”

“Let’s order in,” I reply, forcing myself to sit up.

He reclines on his back with his hands behind his head. “You really are going to take care of me, aren’t you?” he asks.

Leaning over, I press my lips to his forehead before picking up the room service menu. “Always.”

Fifteen

Isaac

There is a pizza box on the hotel bed between us as Jensen and I stuff our faces and wash it down with a six-pack of beer.

I’m still reeling from the interaction when we first got into the room. It’s become increasingly clear that if Jensen says jump, I say how high. Which would be a red flag if I didn’t know deep in my heart that he means it when he says he’ll take care of me.

Am I being naive to judge him so quickly? Probably.

But my gut is telling me I’m safe with him.

He smirks at me over the pizza. Lifting the bottle to his lips, his eyes stay glued to mine. I desperately want to stay the night, but I’m not going to just invite myself if he’s not ready for that.

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