Page 61 of Full Split
Ugh.I can’t do this right now.
Niles stirs next to me. He’s on his side, head on my stomach, arm thrown over my hips. My very approving cock is jutting up against the back of his arm.
I silence the phone and set it down. Clearly, I have far better and more important things to attend to this morning.
Gently rolling Niles onto his back, I start kissing up the inside of his thigh. He squirms and moans sleepily. A hand comes down and rests on the top of my head. I look up and see him grinning sleepily, though his eyes aren’t quite open yet.
I make my way up and he widens his legs so I can settle between his thighs. My tongue swipes up the wet cleft of his pussystraight to his dick. I play with it a little, teasing it with my tongue, making it stiffen and come out of its hood. After giving it a soft kiss, I slurp it between my lips so suddenly Niles’ hips try to shoot off the bed. I hold him down and suckle his dick, rolling my tongue on the underside.
Niles rocks his hips and tangles his hands in my hair, pressing into my face and grinding with abandon. His heavy breaths and moans and the way he’s suffocating me on his dick has me humping into the mattress.
There’s a knock on my front door, but I ignore it. Niles chanting my name like a prayer is far too good of a distraction to open the door to a salesman.
Then the doorbell rings.
“Fuck, Wyatt. Don’t stop?—”
Oh, baby. I’ll be damned if I take even one more full breath before I stop. This isn’t over until my face is soaked in that sweet, wet boy pussy.
Damn, if he could hear my thoughts right now…
Whether he can read my mind or not, Niles grinds harder and cries out when I push two fingers inside him and milk him for every last drop of a pulsing, trembling orgasm.
“Good morning indeed,” Niles groans as I’m cleaning him up with my tongue. “That’s quite the way to wake up. Give me a second and I’ll return the favor?—”
Someone rings the doorbell again, twice in quick succession, and pounds on it. I hear my name being called out in a muffled voice.
“Shit!”
I jump out of bed, scrambling to pull a pair of sweatpants over my raging hard-on.
“Stay here,” I point to Niles.
“Who is it?”
“Fucking Sid,” I say as I shut the door behind me.
I run through the house, heart racing, the taste of Niles still on my tongue. Sid bangs on the door again before I get it unlocked. I fling it open unceremoniously.
“What the fuck, Sid?”
He stares at me incredulously. “What? You never sleep this late. I thought you might be dead in there.”
“I was about to get in the shower,” I explain. “I heard the door, but I ignored it. Thought it was a solicitor.”
Sid steps inside without an invitation.
“This won’t take long.” He stares at me strangely and narrows his eyes. “What is on your face?”
What? Shit. Who knows what’s on my face after the night I had. I reach up and wipe my mouth and jaw. My scruff is still wet.
“No, up here,” he says, and makes a wiping gesture on the side of his cheek near his eye. I touch the same spot on my face and feel something dry crusted to my face. My fingers come away with some white flakes.
“Oh. That’s, um, lotion?”
Sid blinks at me. “Right. Well. I’m glad I caught you anyway.”
I nod, throat dry. Then realize I’m standing in the middle of my entryway trying not to panic, which is probably suspicious, so I gesture towards the kitchen. The farther away from the bedroom the better.
