Page 46 of If You Say So

I snap open the button, the sound harsh in the otherwise quiet room. Blake’s breathing quickens as I trail the zipper down its path, and mine is making quick work of catching up.

I grab his boxer briefs and make one quick tug, pulling them and his jeans down, down, down and around his ankles.

Sitting back on my haunches, I take a moment to admire the man standing in front of me. It’s been too long since I’ve had the chance to really look at him, too long since I’ve had the pleasure of having him in this state—eyes closed, head thrown back, lungs begging for air, hard cock jutting out to greet me.

“Just fucking touch me already,” he says gruffly.

“In good time,” I promise.

I place a hand on each thigh and drag them upward, circling back around to grab at his ass. I get a good handful of each cheek, squeezing them until he lets out a sigh, all the while his dick bobbing between the two of us.

Leaving one hand on his ass, I drag my fingers across his thigh and then lightly down his shaft. He lets out a sharp hiss and I snicker at his reaction.

“Teasing isn’t fair,” he mutters.

“I’ll show you teasing,” I say as I trace my tongue along his length.

Blake lets out a string of curses, and I can’t help but laugh.

“You’re an ass.”

“You love it.”And me.

Just as I’m about to wrap my lips around the head of his dick, he rakes his hand through my hair, stopping me.

Glancing up at him, I raise a brow.

“Do a good job.”

My own cock strains against my jeans at his words. He always was a mouthy son of a bitch in the bedroom.

I suck the head of his erect cock into my mouth and we both let out low moans. Feeling him between my lips, the weight of him on my tongue, his taste…it feels so fucking good. It feelsright.

Wrapping my free hand around the base, I rock my tongue back and forth over his frenulum; it already has him rocking into me for more. It’s been too long for the both of us and it’s painfully obvious—with this boner in my pants, literally so.

Reaching down, I unsnap my jeans to relieve some of the pressure, continuing to work my mouth over Blake’s hard cock, switching from mouth to hand and back, varying the pressure every few strokes.

He’s already close; I can tell by the way his balls are drawing up tighter and tighter.

“I don’t wanna come yet.”

I pull my lips off his dick with a pop. “Then don’t. Think of something else—kittens, goats, whatever.”

“G-Goats?” he sputters.

“See? It’s already working.”

He grabs my head and pulls me back to him. “Just fucking suck.”

“Yes sir.” I wink.

I do, and not even two minutes later, he’s pulling me off and climaxing all over my second favorite shirt.

He falls back to the bed, gasping for air, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. I wipe my mouth and glare at him, knowing he knows I hate it when he does that.

“Really, Blake? Back to that?”

“What?” He sits lazily up on his elbows, that familiar satisfied grin of his lining his lips. “You wanted to swallow?”

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