Page 46 of Body Check

Dakota huffed in annoyance. This wasexactlywhy he didn’t usually like to fuck around with guys who were tops. Especially the ones looking for no-strings attachments. They had a single script for how sex was supposed to go and rarely deviated from it. Some kissing, some touching, maybe a brief handjob. A little bit of dick sucking, if he was really lucky, and then they were slicking their cock and pushing inside.

“Why won’t you tell me?” Gavin countered.

“Because why shouldIalways be the one doing all the work?” Dakota muttered.

Gavin snorted. “Sure.That’sit.”

Dakota opened his mouth to protest and ask what the fuck he meant, but Gavin rose to his feet, looming over him.

“Fine, I’ll tell you what I want. I want you to suck my cock …” Gavin pressed his thumb against Dakota’s lower lip, applying gentle pressure until it slipped inside Dakota’s mouth.

Dakota made a derisive sound, annoyed all over again, because for all of Gavin’s big talk earlier, clearly, he was like every other guy out there, but Gavin tightened his grip on his chin.

“And when my dick is all nice and wet, I want to put you on your knees, tug your shorts down, and fuck your thighs.”

Dakota managed a strangled noise because okay, maybe he’d been wrong about Gavin’s creativity, when Gavin bent down and whispered, “Then I’m going to spit in my hand and stroke you off while I fuck your thighs, twenty-six floors up, in front of the whole damn city of Los Angeles.”

“Oh fuck yes,” Dakota said before he could stop himself.

It might still be Gavin in charge, but Dakota could hardly complain when that sounded incredibly hot.

Grinning, Gavin stepped back, pushing his shorts down to mid-thigh. His dick sprang out, hard and thick.Eager.

Dakota knew the feeling. He touched his own cock, through the fabric, and Gavin’s gaze was heated, lingering for a moment on Dakota’s movements before he shuffled forward. Dakota was too tall to reach from here, and he had no desire to kneel on the hard tile below, so he slid down, half-propped against the pillows, and opened his mouth wide.

Gavin fed his cock to him, inch by inch while Dakota’s nose filled with the scent of chlorine and musk until he was dizzy with it.

Though Gavin’s grip on his head was firm, he let Dakota set the pace, stroking the spot in front of Dakota’s ears in a surprisingly tender gesture. The careful control Gavin used made it even hotter and Dakota had a dim thought that he already trusted Gavin more than he had any other recent hookup, but thethought quickly got swept away, something to consider later when he didn’t have a mouth full of dick.

That press of Gavin’s cock was so perfect, forcing Dakota’s mouth wide and his mind to focus on the task at hand. He let his mouth get as wet as possible and the noises Gavin’s cock made as he thrust in and out sounded obscene in the otherwise quiet space.

If anyone came to check out the pool, if they walked by …

Dakota shivered at the thought, but it only egged him on. He sucked harder, closing his eyes and bobbing his head, getting into the perfect rhythm of it before Gavin released a strangled sound.

“Fuck, stop.” Gavin pulled away and Dakota looked up at him, worried he’d done something wrong.

“Not gonna last if you keep that up,” Gavin said, his voice low and intense. He ran a thumb across Dakota’s lower lip.

It still had that tingly-numb feeling from the pressure and friction of the blowjob and Dakota suddenly went lightheaded, staring up at Gavin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Don’t want to come until I get you off too. Get me wet again and I’ll make that happen.”

Dakota swiped his tongue across his lips, then grasped Gavin’s cock in one hand. He steadied it at the base, bobbing his mouth over him with a few sloppy thrusts before he pulled back.

“Shorts off and get on your knees,” Gavin whispered, stepping back to give Dakota room.

Dakota laughed and cocked an eyebrow at Gavin’s big dick energy coming through again, but when Gavin smirked at him, he dropped his shorts, kicked them away, then turned to face the wall of windows.

Damn it, he wanted this too much to put up a good fight.

Gavin arranged him the way he wanted him, warm palms skimming over his cooling skin until Dakota knelt on the cushions, rested his elbows on the back of the sectional, face inches from the glass.

“You look so fucking good like this.” Gavin ran his hands up and down Dakota’s back. “Fuck.”

Gavin spat in his hand, the sound almost jarringly loud in the quiet night air and then a moment later, he nudged the head of his cock into the juncture of Dakota’s thighs.

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