Page 31 of Misconduct Zone

“Hey.” His thumbs stroke my cheekbones. “It took Patrik a long time to confirm what we suspected about him and Trevor. It was obvious at Thanksgiving dinner, but they kept it to themselves. We can be us and protect what we have right now. We are allowed to keep this private.”

My body sags into him, and his embrace, along with the water, helps me block out all the ways I’m afraid I’ll let him down. “I want to shout it from the rooftops and also never tell a soul.” I hate being judged by strangers, good or bad. Some people expect Patrik to be a spokesperson for gay athletes and he’s bi. And he’s not exactly the kind of guy who wants that attention.

“I know you here.” His hand rests over my heart. “We decide together about our relationship and if we include others.”

“You’re suggesting we find more people for a poly relationship like Jayce? Did you know gray wolves form monogamous bonds but copulate outside of the pairing?” My arms band around him so he can’t get away from my nonsense.

“I do not share.” His words are firm and hit me, body and soul. “You are mine until you decide you are not.”

I like his declaration so much I’m weightless and happy to return the favor. “I am,” I agree, picking him up and swaying side to side. “You’re mine and I’ll fight anyone who dares to get between us.”

“You are more likely to lick them to death,” he deadpans, referring to my golden retriever energy.

“First, I’ll lickyouto death.” I sink to my knees, and his eyes go wide.

“Are you sure?” His fingers knot in my hair, and he tugs my head back, looking me in the eye.

“You can tell me if I suck at it.” I laugh at my joke, nervous but ready to please. We live and work together so it’s not like I can practice deep-throating. Licking my lips, I’m determined to take my time and explore him. Memorize his cock with my tongue and the way it fits in my mouth.

Lars

“I thought we were going to take it slow.” My goal to pamper him stalls as he drops to his knees, admiring my dick like it’s his next meal.

“Okay,” he agrees but remains on the shower floor and sticks out his tongue. He places it lightly on my base above my balls, and I cannot stifle my moan as he licks upward a millimeter at a time. A heavenly torment. I am dripping precum, and the sight of him so eager feels dangerous, an electric shock while in the water.

He’s staring at me from under wet lashes, begging for more.

“I cannot deny you anything.” The truth of my words ignites a storm in his sea-green eyes. I would move mountains and slay dragons for this man.

His tongue licks my full length and dips into my slit. The hum from his throat vibrates through my limbs, and I am a live wire out of control. Dylon’s stare keeps me grounded in the moment, and I relish his enthusiasm. He nudges my balls with his nose and inhales. Sparks fly off my skin and wash down the drain.

I cry out as he sucks my sack into his mouth. There’s no hesitation. No fear of doing this for the first time.

I am in complete awe of him.

He experiments with licks and sucks, using my sounds to guide him. I teased him earlier about not being able to stay quiet, but my guttural moans echo off the walls and I have no desire to stop because he loves it.

One arm flings out to catch myself on the slippery marble wall as my knees buckle when he swallows me into his throat. He coughs and sighs with rapture. It’s the most incredible noise I have ever heard.

“That’s it,käraste, choke on my cock. You look so good with your lips spread wide, taking me as far down as you can.” The words pour out of me, and he preens under my praise. I rarely talk during sex, but with him it’s natural. The way he responds spurs me on.

I fist his hair to angle his head. “Relax, breathe through your nose.” I angle my hips forward so he takes another inch and gags again.

“You are so good at this. My cocksucker.” His hands grab my ass and pull me in farther. “You love it, don’t you? Being my cocksucker.” His pupils dilate, and his fingers dig into my ass when I say “cocksucker.”

“Are you going to swallow my load? You want to drink my cum?” I ask, and a guttural groan reverberates from his chest straight to mine.

“Fuck.” I am beyond reason, and he hasn’t given me verbal consent. I swell painfully hard. “Pull off, I cannot stop.”

Dylon gently shakes his head with fire lighting his eyes. The inferno sends me over the edge, and ropes of cum shoot into his mouth. When he sputters, I can’t extricate myself because he’s holding me in a vise. I watch his throat work to swallow while tears run down his face.

My effort to lift him off his knees is in vain. “Do not hurt yourself,” I command, panting as stars speckle my vision. I wipe the side of his mouth where my cum drips out.

He makes an angry protest, so I gather it in my fingers. “I am saving it for you.”

When he pops off of me, collapsing back on his heels, I drop, folding him in my arms, feeding him my cum as promised.

“Was it good?” he asks, uncharacteristically shy.

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