Page 135 of Better When Shared
My usual cockiness chose that moment to surface, probably as a defense against the vulnerability of the situation. "How many cocks have you sucked? I mean, since you never get laid and all."
Brian's laugh was low and rough, sending vibrations through his chest that I could feel in the air between us. "You have no idea," he said, echoing the words he'd used before when I'd teased him about his nonexistent sex life. But this time, instead of sounding defensive, his voice carried a dark amusement that made me wonder what secrets he'd been keeping.
"Wait. You mean you actually..."
"Let's just say I've had plenty of practice. Both giving and receiving. So trust me when I tell you what works."
Holy shit. Brian Casey, buttoned-up accountant, had been living a secret life as a slut? The knowledge should have been shocking, but instead it was incredibly fucking hot. All those times I'd teased him about being a virgin, he'd been out there getting his dick sucked by god knows how many people.
“You asked about my ab workout the other day.” There was a teasing light in Brian’s eyes now. “Let’s just say my favorite ab workout is…an intimate one.”
My mouth went dry, because all I could do now was picture Brian Casey’s gorgeous body as he fucked with wild abandon. “Shit.”
"Gemma. Come help him."
I heard her heels click across the marble floor, and then she was beside us, her presence warm and somehow reassuring. Her hand settled on my shoulder, fingers tracing the line of my collarbone through my shirt.
"What should I do?" she asked, her voice breathier than usual.
Brian's hand moved to the knot of his towel, and I held my breath as he slowly pulled it free. The fabric fell to the floor with a soft whisper, and suddenly he was naked before me, his cock jutting proudly from a nest of dark hair. He was bigger than I'd expected, thick and already leaking pre-cum that made my mouth water.
"Touch me," Brian said to Gemma. "Show him what he's about to taste."
Gemma's hand moved without hesitation, her elegant fingers wrapping around Brian's shaft below the head. She stroked upward once, squeezing gently, and a pearl of clear fluid beaded at the tip. My breath caught in my throat as she collected it on her fingertip, then brought her hand to my face.
"Open," she whispered, and I obeyed without thinking.
She painted the pre-cum across my lips like the most expensive lip gloss, the taste salty and bitter but not unpleasant. My tongue darted out automatically, lapping it up, and the flavor exploded across my taste buds. It was Brian, distilled down to his most basic essence, and I wanted more.
Gemma’s fingers threaded through my hair, gentle and soothing. "Good. That's perfect."
The praise sent heat spiraling through me, and I found myself pressing closer to Brian's cock, wanting to explore more. His hand tightened in my hair, guiding me, and I let him position me where he wanted me.
"Kiss it," he said softly. "Just gentle kisses along the shaft. Get used to the feel of it."
I pressed my lips to the base of his cock, where it met his body, and felt him shudder above me. The skin was softer than I'd expected, velvet over steel, silky against my lips, and I kissed my way up the length of him, marveling at the way he responded to each touch. His breathing grew heavier, and I could feel the tension in his thighs.
"That's it," Gemma encouraged, her hand never stopping its gentle stroking through my hair. "You're doing so well."
I grew bolder, letting my tongue dart out to taste him properly, tracing the thick vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. Brian made a low sound of pleasure that went straight to mycock, and I had to press a hand against my crotch to relieve some of the pressure building there.
"Fuck. Enzo. You're a natural at this."
The compliment made me feel like I was floating. I'd never been particularly good at anything on the first try, but apparently I had a talent for this. I kissed and licked my way up to the head of his cock, where more pre-cum had gathered, and cleaned it off with long, careful strokes of my tongue.
"Ready for more?" Brian asked. “Cover your teeth with your lips, and open up.”
Nodding, I gripped the base of his cock and opened my mouth wider, my lips stretching to accommodate Brian's thickness as I slowly, carefully took him inside.
The weight of him on my tongue was incredible; hot and heavy and undeniably masculine. I made sure to keep my teeth covered, like he'd told me, and slid down his shaft inch by careful inch, my jaw already aching from the stretch.
Brian’s hand tightened in my hair. "That's perfect, sweetheart. Just like that."
The endearment sent warmth flooding through my chest, and I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him shudder. Gemma's fingers joined Brian's in my hair, stroking and petting me like I was something precious.
"You look so beautiful like this.” Gemma’s voice was thick with arousal.
Her words made me want to show off, to prove that I could handle whatever Brian gave me. I tried to take him deeper, but my gag reflex kicked in and I had to pull back, coughing.
