Page 89 of Outcast
“Suck it, baby, or you’ll get a spanking.”
He chuckled. “Tempting me to be bad, huh?”
Before I could come up with another threat, he plunged down on my cock, taking it deeper than I expected. I gasped, pleasure flooding me. “Damn, you’re a quick study.”
He hummed happily as he worked his tongue up the underside of my shaft, teasing and sucking at the same time. His eyes closed as he concentrated, long lashes fanning across his cheeks.
For a second, I couldn’t make sense of the picture before me.
Emory Gold—the fucking golden boy I’d thought hot but unattainable so many years ago—was on his knees, blowing my mind with how much he seemed to love sucking my dick.
Then Emory dipped his tongue into the slit of my cockhead, and my eyes rolled back. Sensation swept me away.
“Gonna come,” I rasped.
Instead of pulling away, Emory took me deeper, and I shot down his throat.
He sputtered and choked a little, obviously not used to swallowing. When he came up for air, though, he was smiling, lips wet and swollen.
I bent down and kissed him hard. “That was so fucking good, golden boy.”
He beamed. “So I’m not a brat anymore, huh?”
“You never were, sweetheart. You’re the least bratty person I know.”
I kissed him again, sweeping my tongue in to taste the cum on his tongue.
“My turn.” I unsnapped his jeans and shoved my hand in, grasping the hot, velvety length of him. He gasped against my mouth as I stroked him.
There was too much friction. I pulled my hand out and held it up. “Lick it.”
Emory tentatively licked my palm.
“More, Em. Get me wet so I can make you come.”
He groaned, licking me more enthusiastically until my hand was coated in saliva. When I reached for him this time, he shoved his jeans and underwear down, baring his cock and giving me more space.
I yanked him into another fiery kiss, fucking my tongue into his mouth while I fisted his cock. I could have dropped to my knees and blown him, but I needed these kisses like I needed air. Needed to feel each little whimper and groan of pleasure vibrating against my lips.
I jerked him hard and fast, without much finesse, but it didn’t matter. Emory fell apart in my arms in a matter of seconds. He arched into me, cock pumping cum over my knuckles.
When he slumped back in his chair, I raised my hand and—holding his gaze—licked my fingers clean.
He gaped. “That’s not… You don’t actually like that, do you?”
I chuckled at his shock. My golden boy was so damn sheltered. “It’s more of a turn-on than a tasty treat. How did you feel watching me doing it?”
He shuddered. “Like I wanted to come all over again.”
“There you go,” I said with a saucy grin. “Now you know why I do it.”
He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue tentatively sweeping out to taste his cum in my mouth. He hummed thoughtfully. “Sexy but nasty. I get it.”
I laughed as I tucked myself into my jeans, then stood to grab a couple of sodas from the minifridge. I tossed him one. “Palate cleanser.”
“Thanks.” He cracked the tab and took a long drink. I did the same. Sucking cock was thirsty business, even when you didn’t mind the lingering taste of cum.
He’d cleaned up with a few napkins while I fetched the soda, and we were both respectable again when the sound of Holden’s voice called out from the garage.
