Page 54 of Manhattan Tormentor

I don’t hesitate with getting his clothes off.

No overthinking it.

I know what I want this time and it’s seeing him stripped down to the skin.

I’ve been turned on thousands of times, but nothing feels this powerful.

It’s as though I’ve unlocked an unknown level and the jackpot bell is ringing through my skull.

I’m feral and horny as fuck.

“How come I’m the straight guy, but I’m doing all the pursuing?”

The glance he shoots my way is hot enough to burn me and still he looks superior as fuck as if the answer is simple. “Because I’m not a predator going after someone who doesn’t want it.”

“You had my dick in your mouth. It’s clear I want it.”

He chuffs a laugh and stares at me with those baby blue eyes. I want to fucking swallow whatever he’s thinking right now.

“It’s not going to jerk itself,” Sage breaks through my thoughts. Catching me staring at his erect dick lying on his flat stomach.

My fingers clench in his hair. “Shut up,” I tell him when he only smirks.

Grabbing another guy’s junk has never been high on my list of things to do. I know I’ve already got him off before. But it was dark in his car, I could almost claim it didn’t happen, even still hearing his groan of completion.

Those sounds make me crazy. They’ve got me off every morning in the shower.

“You can change your mind,” his voice has me flipping my gaze to his with something like sympathy and regret.

He’s giving me an out.

Even though he swallowed me minutes ago, he’d let me off from giving him anything in return.

The guy is a saint.

It still aggravates me it’s Sage I’m catching the queer feels for.

Why not someone on my level is still a question of contention. But I let it float away when his hand roams around the back of my neck and makes me shiver. He pulls me forward roughly and kisses me as a dare. He bites my lower lip, silently taunting me to climb off his bed.

Fuck that.

Nothing sounds as good as his grunt when I smash his mouth and force him to open for me.

He’s with me. Open and wet, giving me the kiss of a lifetime and before I know what I’m doing, I roll my hand down his chest and find his cock.

If I were hesitant at all about jacking off a dude, then his guttural back arch and moan would have made up my mind. The sexy noise has my shaft leaking with want.

“You like that?” I ask into his mouth, stroking him long and hard from tip to base.

Sage should like it. If someone had a tight grip around my cock the way I’m holding him, my eyeballs would roll out of my skull.

Shoving his hips forward, sliding back and forth in my fist, he makes a throaty noise. He watches me as though he thinks I’m about to change my mind.

I couldn’t even if I want to. Ineedthis.

His neck muscles strain as I get into place, leaning over him from behind, my chest to his back so we’re able to watch how I jack him off. For a nerd, his cock is something else. I never thought I’d enjoy another cock as much as I do my own, but I’m giving the hand job of a lifetime. His scant breaths spur me on to rip the climax out of him.

“I asked you a question, Damsel.”

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