Jesus. Is he testing me? Yes, I want it. I want to devour him whole.
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
“Then fuckingsuck it.”
My eyes widen, my heart rate spiking, my mouth practically watering for him. He wants me to taste him again? I know he has to be testing me now. He’s still unsure if I’m actually into dick, or hell, even him, but despite what he may be questioning, I’ve never wanted someone more. The dynamic is different; I’m always the one in control, never before trusting another person enough to let them lead, but I want to please Carter. I want to make this as easy as possible for him. My heart pulls as I realize all the shit that’s probably muddling his head—me, the magazine, and from what I can only assume, the strong possibility that he’s only been with women until now. Jesus, no wonder he’s fighting it and panic dances behind his eyes.
I start to drop to my knees at his demand, going against every natural instinct I have to follow it, but I want him, and I’ll let him lead this for as long as he needs to.
“I’ve been craving the taste of you since the first night,” I confess truthfully. “But I need to hear you say it—explicitly—that this is what you want, Carter.”
He hesitates for a moment, and I know I put him on the spot, but I need his consent. I need to know—games aside—he’s here right now with me, and this is what he wants. His eyes search mine for a moment, and he must find whatever he’s looking for because he nods his head.
“Words, lover. I need them. Then I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
His eyes flutter closed for a moment as he releases a deep exhale, and I fear I’ve lost him. My feelings are quickly squashed as they open, burning with lust, and my heart picks up the pace in my chest, blood rushing to my cock, stiffening me hard as fucking stone.
“Yeah, I want this. On your knees, Nash.”
My knees hit the hard floor as Carter makes quick work of his pants, his fingers shaking as he’s slipping them down over his hips, frantically pulling his thick cock free. Goddamn it, thank fuck, he’s eager for it, he wants this just as bad as I do.
I take over almost immediately. My hand wrapping around the cock I’ve been dreaming about all week. He’s thick and smooth in my hand, and I give him a hard jerk, loving how his thighs tense up at the feeling I’m pulling from him. Using the flat of my tongue, I lick a slow trail from right above his sack, up the pulsing vein of the underside of his dick to the crown, flicking the bead of precum from it. Carter releases a rough exhale as he relaxes against the wall, giving in more, but not quite handing himself over to me.
I pump him twice, swirling my tongue around the thick mushroom head, lapping at the precum beading there. His salty taste explodes on my tongue and I moan around it, meeting his eyes as I do.
“Quit playing and suck it. You want my dick, Griffin? Show me how good you can suck it.”
Fuck, I hate hearing that name from him. I flick my eyes up to meet his as I growl—deep and warning—before doing exactly what he says, sucking him all the way down. I relax my throat, letting his big dick slide into the cavity, my nose pressed against the pubic hair he keeps trimmed close to the skin. I fucking love that he’s nearly bare. I throw everything I have into sucking himoff, squeezing his hip with one hand and slipping my other between his legs.
He spreads willingly for me, giving me access to cup his balls. The urge to slip my finger behind them and stimulate his tight asshole is incredibly strong, but I have a feeling this would end quicker than it started if I do. Carter’s hands stay firmly at his sides, closed into fists as if he’s actively trying to hold himself back.
I use my hand on his hip to move him, urging him to rock, to fuck my face, giving him further control—which is difficult for me. It takes him a moment before he gives in, finally thrusting into my face, his thick mushroom head nudging the back of my throat. I shift, relaxing my throat, as I gag around his length for the first time, tears springing to my eyes. That seems to do the trick.
“Oh, fuck, yeah. Just like that. You like my cock down your throat? You like being on your knees for me?”
I want to answer him verbally, but I don’t want him to stop, instead humming around him as I hollow out my cheeks on the next upstroke, sucking hard.
“Oooh, fuuuck. That’s it, fuck that feels good.” His hand twitches at his side for a moment, my eyes tracking the movement, waiting for that last thread of restraint to break. I take him all the way down and stay with my nose pressed against his pubic area, his euphoric, musky scent engulfing my lungs, his cock laying down my throat, and I swallow.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
His hands thread through my hair as he forces me back, just long enough to break the suction and suck in a gulp of air, filling my lungs with oxygen, before he’s pressing me back down to repeat the process. It’s obscene, spit and his saltyprecum dripping from my lips, my gags and slurps mixed with his heavy panting, the only noise filling the room.
“Fuck. Fuck. You’re gonna suck the cum right out of me. So fucking good. You want my cum?” He moans the words on jagged breaths, and it’s music to my ears. “Shit. It’s coming, fuuuck, pull back now if you don’t want it.”
I appreciate the warning, but I want it. Desperately.
I grip his hips with both hands, pulling him deep into my mouth as his cock swells, throbbing as he overflows me with his cum. He tastes fucking amazing—a musky, salty flavor that’s my new favorite thing in the world. I gag around the heavy streams that shoot from his slit, swallowing back as much as I can in a greedy attempt to consume all of him.
“Fuuck, Finn, fuuuuuck.”
Finn.
And just like that, I fall harder.