Page 53 of Phantom Faceoff
Malachi Blanchard gives incredible head.
I’m not just talking about how sexy he looks on his knees with his hair pulled back and cheeks hollowed out—but that definitely adds to the appeal.
He’s meticulous with his tongue, careful with his suction, and I’m not sure how I’m going to survive the way he squeezes my balls when he takes me to the back of his throat.
My hands itch to grab onto his shoulders, his hair, any part of him, but each time I reach he pulls off and directs them back to my sides. That’s it’s own kind of torture.
“Let me touch you,” I whine under my breath, careful not to be overheard.
When I look down, he’s smiling with the tip of my dick in his mouth.
Hot.
He drags his lips down the side of my length then torturously slow back up. There’s pure satisfaction in his eyes as he pops off.
“Want another prize? Win another game, Wildfire.”
My eyes widen, and an impatient whine leaves my throat.
“That’s not playing fair.”
He flattens his tongue on the underside of my cock, cradling it and closing his mouth around the tip—all while his eyes stay locked on mine. The sensation is a cruel torture, suckling on the head and making a show of swallowing the precum that leaks out.
“If you need something to focus on,” he says, replacing his mouth with his hand, the other latching onto one of my thighs. “Fuck my mouth. I can take it.”
I’m not sure I can.
But I’m not going to pass up the opportunity.
With nothing to hold onto, I clasp my hands behind my back, letting the tense muscles keep me balanced.
Malachi grins, pleased with himself—or with me—and agonizingly slow takes my dick down to the base. He’s still gripping me, keeping his own balance.
I pull back and give an experimental thrust of my hips, eyes on Malachi as his flutter closed and a moan rumbles around my cock.
Oh. He likes this.
That’s all it takes to erase any hesitation. My hips rock in a steady motion, tip kissing the back of his throat and throbbing with each guttural moan he makes in response.
It’s a slick, messy glide, and I can feel his spit dribbling down my balls. As my movements become more erratic, the hand on my dick lowers to cup them and squeeze with just enough pressure that I lose all rational thought and thrust my hands with a bruising grip to his shoulders.
“Gonna come,” I choke out, rocking my hips faster. “Please don’t stop.”
Both of his hands move to my thighs, and just as I feel the orgasm cresting over there’s a hardthwackright across my ass.
My cock jumps in Malachi’s mouth, cum spurting in heavy ropes straight down his throat. He takes it without resistance, sucking me dry of every drop before letting my softening cock slip from between his lips.
My whole body tingles, nerves on the fritz, but I manage to stutter out the words, “You fucking spanked me.”
He wipes his thumb across his chin, and his tongue flicks out to lick the smear of cum from it.
“I told you not to touch me.”
I close my eyes and rest my back against the wall. “You didn’t use those exact words.”
When Malachi stands, it’s impossible to miss the erection straining down the leg of his jeans. I’m still catching my breath, and when I bunch the fabric of his shirt in my hand, he doesn’t stop me.
“Can I return the favor?”
