Page 18 of The Battery
I snorted. “Easier said than done.”
He moved forward to close the inches between us. “Seemed confident enough with me the other week.”
I didn’t move. I wanted to feel him pressed against me. “Different,” was all I managed to say.
“Confidence is confidence.” He put his left hand on my shoulder. Ran it up my neck. Cupped my cheek. The pad of his thumb ran over my lips, then dipped into my gums, exposing my lower teeth. “You wanna see confidence?” I was captivated by him now. The smell of his cologne. The feel of his thumb in my mouth. The taste. I wanted more. “On your knees, Hill,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
I dropped without question. My hands slid down his side. The size of his dark green training shorts left little imagination to what they contained. I took a moment to appreciate his well-toned leg and ran my hand along the swirls of his tattoos. Traced his inner thigh. Smooth. Recently shaved. But he had light hair on his other leg, save for the faint scars from his ACL tear surgery. I wondered if he shaved his chest, his arms.
Leo grabbed my attention with a handful of my hair in his right hand. Gentle. Not forced. With his left hand, he pried open my mouth and held it open. His eyes flicked to both open ends of the aisle. We’d have to be quick. Well,hehad to be quick. It was early and I didn’t think anyone would walk in. Still.
I started to undo the Velcro of my gloves to take them off but his voice halted me. “Keep ’em on.”
I resecured the Velcro, then, with gloved hands, pulled down his shorts to reveal a pair of black trunks. Head still forced back, mouth yanked open, I only had one option. I wanted to take a moment to appreciate it, press my face into the fabric of his briefs, but we needed to get going.
Both of my gloved index fingers hooked the elastic lip of his trunks and slowly tugged, to at least savor the moment. His cock sprang free, hard and standing at full attention, then his heavy, large balls dropped as the trunks hit his ankles. The hair had been recently buzzed to reveal the edge of his tattoo, a symmetry of sickle shapes, like a lattice of thorns. The cock itself was, thankfully, not something large enough to hurt, but certainly not small. Perfect, really. For me at least.
I jutted my head forward to take him in. He tutted, pulled back. The thumb holding my mouth open went to the base of his dick, his right hand still holding my hair.
“You want it?” he growled playfully.
We don’t have time to play.The danger, though…
My eyes nearly crossed as I stared at the shapely head of his cock. It freely leaked like a faucet. Was he… coming? No. It was crystal clear, gel-like precome just…flowing.
Inearly came from the sight of it.
“You like that?”
I looked up at him, then back down. Fuck me. “Yes.”
“Show me you want it. Then you can have it.”
I swallowed. Licked my lips. Stuck out my tongue as far as it would go.
He exhaled with a grunt, then smacked the head of his cock against my tongue. Precome splashed and I lapped hungrily, rewarded with the sweet, tangy taste of him. I lurched forward in desperate need of more, but once again he pulled back.
“Please,” I said in a breathy tone, unable to turn my eyes away from it.
“Look at me,” he demanded. My gaze snapped up. He had a sneer written on his face. Not angry, but… dominating? “Nowtellme you want it.”
I braced my hands against his thighs and grabbed the thick, tree-trunk muscles of his quads, one smooth, one dusted with hair. My brow furrowed.
Confidence.
“Give me your cock. Now.”
He drove forward. My mouth dropped open as he slid into me, slick with ribbons of precome. Fully lubricated, he glided in and out of my mouth easily. I let him set the rhythm. His left hand went to the other side of my head. The grip on my hair slacked, now replaced by a gentle but intentional guidance of my head.
I closed my eyes to savor the moment, breathing fiercely through my nose. I forced my throat to relax so I could take in all of him down to the base. His balls, thick, heavy, and hanging low, slapped repeatedly into my chin. I wanted to pop his cock out so I could dive my face into the junction of his thighs. To smell, to taste. Maybe next time.
His breathing dramatically increased. I looked up. He had been staring at me. His defaulted look shifted to something primal. A man in the process of getting exactly what he wanted. His balls started to tighten up.
“Gonna come,” he warned me. Then, to my surprise, he pulled out so as not to burden me.
Like hell.I inched forward when he tried to remove himself.
“Cody,” he said in a new tone I hadn’t yet heard. “You don’t have to…”
