Page 61 of Good Vibes Only
His project manager, Mike, was on the other end.
“What’s he saying?” I whispered as I lightly brushed my fingertips closer to his shaft.
Brett gulped, trying not to make a whimper.
“Right. So tell your crew. No work until the—hngh—soundproofing is up. Alright? I’m serious. Needs to be done.Needsto. I’m serious about this. Okay? . . . Ya. Right. Bye.”
He hung up and tossed his phone into the backseat. “Fuck,” he said, exasperated. “There. It’s done. And you, Mac, aresobad.”
I feigned ignorance. “Me?! What’d I do?”
“Getting me all worked up while I’m on the phone. Look how hard you made me.”
Desperate for my touch, he shifted his hips, trying to make his dick glance against my hand.
I yanked my hand away in the nick of time. The poor boy let out a disappointed yelp.
“Argh …”
Oh, but how Ilovedteasing him. It was so much fun! I’d gotten him so hard now, a clear imprint of his dick began to surface in his trousers. My touch had him absolutelythrobbingin agony.
“Wow,” I murmured, my eyes glued to his mouthwatering dickprint. “You weren’t lying. At all.”
Brett was hung. He wasn’t just long; he was thick, too. The man was packing a friggin’ spray can of his own in his pants.
“Lying about what?” he asked.
“When you said you’ve got nothing to be insecure about,” I said. I wet my lips; I couldn’t wait to taste that thing. “You’rehuge.”
He wore a cute grin and said, “Thanks.”
I sneakily unbuckled my seat belt. Brett knew exactly what that sound meant, and let out a hiss of relief, “Yesss.”
“Don’t get too excited,” I warned as I reached over and worked the clasp of his leather belt. “Really, I’m just teasing you more. Because we’re only a few minutes away from my place.”
“I don’t even care,” he growled.
I unzipped his trousers and reached into his underwear. His hot and hard flesh sprang into my palm, totally filling my hand. My fingers didn’t even touch when I wrapped them around his girth. I studied his handsome face, watching the waves of pleasure crash over him as I slowly tugged his manhood up and down.
“Oh my God …” he panted, his cock pulsing in my hands. “That feels amazing, Mac.”
“Yeah? Just this?” I tittered. “All I’m doing is stroking you.”
“I know,” he said, with a bewilderedgulp. “And I’m telling you, I’ve never felt anything this good before.”
“Aw, really?” I couldn’t help but smile. He was so cute and honest! And his honesty made me want to reward him. “If you like that, then I bet you’ll reallylike it when I dothis,” I said as I leaned over the center console.
I lowered myself into his lap, sizing him up. His cock heaved with anticipation, and tall waves of his male heat radiated against my face.
“Please,” he begged. “Please, Mac. Please,please.”
I grinned. As much as he wanted my mouth, I think I wanted him more.His scent drove me wild. His manly musk smelled earthy and fresh, like a heavy soaking of spring rain. One whiff of him, and I felt immediately hooked,like my brain had been instantly rewired to wantthisandonly thisfor the rest of time.
But first? I hadto taste him.
I parted my lips and pushed him in, his male essence filling my senses. I locked my lips around his thickness, savoring his salty taste as I bobbed up and down his length.
“Oh my God, Mac,” he growled, his hand on the back of my head. But he didn’t force me down on his dick and make me choke, like some overzealous assholes like to do—instead, Brett grabbed a fistful of my hair and held on, content to let me have control.
