Page 115 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
Kissing me softly, he lightly drags his nails down my neck and across my collarbones. “Now, regarding the other part—”
“The part about the fucking?” I pop my brows, grinning.
“Yeah, that. I doubt either of us is recovered enough for more ass play, but I thought maybe we could get a little sun on the patio, slip into your heated pool and make out like teenagers. Might be fun.”
“Hmm. Might be,” I say, running my fingers across his bulging crotch.
We grin, and I give Grayson the rest of the day off. Not bothering with swim trunks, we make our way out to the heavily treed balcony and strip. We don’t have higher buildings in the direct vicinity, and it’s as private as you can get on a New York rooftop.
I slip into the warm water, and he follows, pulling me to him in a passionate kiss. I float up and wrap my legs around him, returning his affection, leaning back to take the hickeys he wants to give me, knowing he’ll limit it to areas Armani covers.
After a moment, he holds up a finger and swims to the storage trunk at the side of the pool, pulling out a quilted float. Gently, he tugs it under my body, and I luxuriate in the freedom of floating while stark naked.
Joe runs his hands over my sensitive skin, leaning over to suck me into his mouth. He teases me a little, then drags me over to the water feature, a continuous arc of water splashing down into the pool. My nipples bead up when he pulls me into its path.
The water pressure is smooth and broad. I hiss as the stream makes contact with my balls, then arch into it as he floats me back and forth, letting the forceful water spill up the length of me and back down again.
Grabbing my cock, he stills the movement, aiming the head right where the water arcs down to the pool’s surface, holding it steady as it pounds away at me. After a few minutes, I realize that while it feels spine-archingly good, it’s not the kind of pressure to make me come.
And I have a feeling he knows that.
“You’re giving me blue balls,” I whine. “Please, Joe. I need a hand, a mouth, something.”
He grunts. “Mmph. You’re right. Wanna lie out on one of these obscenely large loungers and see where it gets us?”
I roll over into the water and start swimming. “Race ya!”
“No fair!” he shouts good-naturedly.
He quickly overtakes me, grabbing me from behind, then slinging me over his shoulder like Tarzan. He sucks what promises to be a huge hickey on my hip, then carefully sets me down on one of the covered loungers. I shiver in the shade and reach out with shaky fingers to crank it back just a bit.
Crawling in next to me, Joe angles his body over mine. Taking our dicks in hand, he drips spit onto us and begins to stroke.
“Relax, baby,” he says, his rough voice like velvet on the skin.
I lie back and let the sensations take over, the pressure of his grip, the heat of his hand, the way his quiet grunts sound like satisfaction. That goes on for a little while, then he pulls back, stroking his cock, stretching his foreskin out, lewd and grinning.
Silently, he grabs for my cock and spits on it, then slips his foreskin over the sensitive head.
“Oh. Jesus. Christ. I’ve always—”
I lose the ability to talk, turning into a panting, blubbering mess in an instant.
His voice is deep and gritty as he whispers into my ear. “That feel good for you, baby?”
I can only nod and breathe because my skin, my spine, my balls are electrified. I moan as the pleasure peaks and intensifies, then—fuck, fuck, fuck—I come my goddamn brains out. I nearly sob from the release, then almost shoot all over again when Joe tightens his grip on us, trapping the cum beneath his skin.
Grabbing my arm with his free hand, he bucks up, his hot cum flooding the trapped space. I’ll be sporting a ring of bruises around my upper arm, and the thought makes my dick twitch.
Careful to not let up on his tight grip, he pulls away from me, managing to capture most of our shared cum under his bulging foreskin. I lick my lips and angle under him, opening my mouth wide and sticking out my tongue.
He lets out a satisfied growl and pushes past my lips. He releases his grip, and the gush of cum fills my mouth. I continue swallowing until he’s fed me every last drop.
His eyes rove over my body, sparking with lust. “You’re still so hard,” he says, running his teeth over his bottom lip.
I nod since words aren’t happening just yet. Without warning, he dips down and takes my cock into his mouth. I pull forward, whining. “Too sensitive. Too much.”
He pulls back, smirking. “Yeah? It’s a little too intense for you?”
