Page 51 of The Best Men
“C’mon,” I goad.
“Why?”
“Because the word cock is so fucking hot on your lips,” I tease him.
He crooks his lips in a devilish grin. “Then why don’t you suckmycock?”
“I will.”
Then I move down his body, giving him the same delicious treatment. Kissing his pecs, licking his oh-so-lickable abs, and settling between his legs.
Time to indulge in my favorite treat.
I slide my hands under his thighs, haul him close, and then finally . . . I tease him.
I taunt him with my tongue and my lips.
Kissing his inner thigh. Sucking on his balls. Flicking my tongue along his shaft.
I reduce him to a panting, hot, babbling mess as he mutters curses and then curses me.
And finally, I give in, taking him deep, sucking him good till his hands are roped in my hair, and he’s holding on for dear life till he comes.
So damn loudly.
His groans last forever and make me very happy.
After I let go, I drop next to him and drag a hand through my hair.
“I knew you wanted to run your hands through my so-not-floofy hair. It just took me a little while to realize you wanted to do it while I was sucking your dick,” I say lazily.
With a laugh, Mark shoots me a look. “It’s so floofy.”
19
DISNEY WORLD FOR HORNY ADULTS
WEDNESDAY
MARK
Iwake up reluctantly. When I become aware that it’s awfully bright in this room, I bury my face in a soft, unfamiliar feather pillow. Somewhere nearby, my phone vibrates. I ignore it. The cotton against my skin is too soft. And the ocean breeze against my naked body is too soothing.
As I drift here in partial wakefulness on the comfortable mattress, I slowly realize a few crucial things that ought to be alarming.
This is not my bed.
I’m not wearing underwear.
My body feels heavy with sexual satisfaction.
My eyes fly open. And the first thing I see is the muscular back of an ex-professional soccer player, and miles of his golden skin.
I let my gaze travel lower to a tan line that begs me to run a finger across it. And below that, the most impressive bare ass that I've ever had the pleasure of sharing a bed with.
Okay, yup. Last night happened. And it’s all a little hard to take in.
I blew Asher St. James. And he liked it.
