Page 107 of Shut Up and Score
I grind down hard, swallowing his protest with a bruising kiss. He moans into my mouth, the sound helpless, raw, and it shoots straight to my dick.
“Liar,” I rasp when I pull back, our foreheads pressed together, our breaths ragged. “Your cock’s saying otherwise.”
I cup him through the gray sweats, feeling how hard and twitching he is for me. He groans, tilting his hips into my palm despite himself.
“Micah—” he chokes out.
“Mm,” I hum against his jaw, kissing down toward his collarbone. “You know what I want, don’t you?”
He nods, barely, and I bite gently at his skin, making him jolt. “I want to taste you again. Want to hear you try to be quiet while I swallow you down. But you keep acting as if you don’t need it…”
His eyes flare at the idea that I might stop. Then his hand fists in my hair, tugging, his voice shaky and defiant. “Then stop talking and prove it.”
The taunt rips a dark laugh from my chest. “Careful what you wish for, Golden Boy.”
I slide down his body, slow enough to make him squirm, kissing and nipping over every inch I can reach until I’m eye-level with the straining outline in his sweats. I nose along him, inhaling, loving the way his thighs tremble.
“You’re mine,” I murmur, before hooking my fingers in the waistband and dragging them down.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of his gray sweats and tug, slow enough to make him whimper. He lifts his hips without me asking, and the second I get them down to his knees, his cock springs free—red, slick at the tip, twitching for me. It slaps his stomach, a trail of pre-cum connecting the two as he pants.
“Fuck…” I murmur, letting my thumb smear across the bead of pre-cum before bringing it to my lips. I suck it clean, holding his wide-eyed gaze the whole time. “Sweet. Just like I remember.”
“Christ…” His voice is all gravel and nerves, his fists tight in the comforter. He looks shaken already, and I haven’t even touched him properly.
I lean in, nosing along the length of him, letting my scruff drag against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He shudders, hips twitching. “You feel that? Not soft like some girl… rough enough to make you twitch.”
He nods, breath stuttering, and I reward him with a long, slow lick from base to tip. His entire body jerks.
“God,” he gasps. “That’s—fuck, that’s—ugh…”
“Better,” I guess. “You’re never gonna stop thinking about it now.”
I wrap my fist around him and give him a slow stroke, loving the way his cock kicks in my hand. Then I take him into my mouth, sucking him down deep. His thighs shake, his head hits the pillow, and a broken sound spills out of him.
“Micah—oh, shit?—”
I hum around him, my tongue teasing with my piercing. I know he’s feeling it as I take him deeper. His hands fly to my hair, gripping but not pushing, his hips stuttering like he’s trying so hard to keep still.
“You taste so good,” I murmur when I pull back for a breath, stroking him with a slick hand. “I could suck you all night. Make you come again and again until you can’t think straight. Until you beg me to stop.”
He groans, his chest heaving, eyes blown wide. “Y-you’re gonna—fuck—kill me.”
“Not yet.” I smirk before swallowing him down again, working him with my mouth until his moans turn desperate, his body trembling under my hands.
I pull off just long enough to murmur, “If you’d come prepared for me, I’d be in your ass right now. Stretching you open and fucking you while you scream my name. But since you didn’t…” I lick the underside of his shaft, slow and sinful. Then I roll his balls in my palm before running my fingers over his taint to his tight ring of muscle “…I’ll just have to suck you off instead.”
He whimpers, and that’s my cue to hollow my cheeks and take him all the way in. His thighs tense, his abs jump, and his fingers clutch my hair, hanging on for dear life. I slide a single finger into his tight ass, and he moans low and loud.
“Micah—fuck—I’m?—”
I hum around him, relentlessly, and his whole body bows as he comes hard, spilling down my throat. His shout is muffled by his fist pressed against his own mouth, trying not to let the whole hotel know.
I keep sucking him through it, savoring every twitch, every tremor, until he collapses back into the mattress, boneless and gasping.
When I finally pull off, I crawl up his body, catching his dazed eyes. “Told you. You’re mine.”
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