Page 154 of The Lineman

And then I bit his neck.

Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him feel it. Definitely enough to leave a mark. Probably enough to catch some serious shit the next time we went to the diner in town.

He gasped, his whole body arching into me, his fingers tightening in my hair.

“Oh, fuck—”

I soothed the bite with my tongue, my hands roaming lower, feeling the way he trembled beneath me. He was so warm, so willing, so fucking perfect.

“Elliot,” he gasped, breathless. “I need—”

I nipped at his collarbone. “What do you need?”

His breath hitched.

I wanted to hear him say it.

I lifted my head, watching his face, waiting.

His pupils were blown, his lips red and swollen from my kisses. His chest was rising and falling fast, his hands gripping my sides like he never wanted to let go.

I was ruining him.

And he loved it.

I grinned. “Come on, baby. Use that mouth. Tell me what you need.”

Mike groaned, his head tipping back against the pillow. “Fuck, I hate you.”

I laughed. “No, you don’t.”

He bit his lip, eyes blazing as they met mine. “Suck my cock.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

As I scooted into position, I licked every part of him my tongue could reach, not caring how much lube I was lapping up or spit I was leaving behind. Mike’s body belonged to me. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted.

The moment I tasted his precum, his back arched, and he cried out. I gripped his balls, pulled him taut, watched as his foreskin stretched to its limit, setting his cock free. I wanted to lick beneath his skin, but he was already too hard, too pulled apart.

So I took him in my mouth.

Opened my throat.

Swallowed him as far down my throat as I could—until his balls stopped me from taking his whole body into me.

He squirmed. His hands found my hair, pulled it, yanked at my head.

I pulled up, then dove down. Up and down. Up and down.

My tongue tried to wrap around his shaft, tried to embrace him, envelop him. When I pulled up, my tongue tore at his tip, parting his slit, drinking in everything it would offer.

He groaned louder. One hand left my head. He banged a fist into the wall.

“Harder! Fucking suck me harder!”

I wasn’t sure how that was possible, but I gave it my best, picking up speed and pressing my lips into his cock.

His fingers dug into my scalp. God, I loved that, loved it when he left scratches on my back, loved it when he lefthismark.

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