Page 50 of Best Served Cold

I did it again.

Last time I’d touched him he had a barbell in the piercing. I liked that one, but the horseshoe loop with ball closings he had in now was easier to manipulate.

His grunt of pleasure was low and deep and made more of those weird adrenaline drops explode deep in my chest and stomach.

Still staring up at him, I flicked the hoop with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, his eyes on mine.

Angling his cock up, I closed my mouth around the metal loop and gently sucked.

“Ungh.” His hips bucked, which only made him hiss again as he dragged his piercing over my tongue. “Fuck. Fuck.”

I slid my lips up his shaft and slurped his cockhead into my mouth.

Like kissing, I’d assumed sucking a dick would be awkward and gross, but it wasn’t.

Not at all.

His cock was in proportion to the rest of his giant body, but we were pretty evenly matched with him being a bit thicker and a tad longer. The weight of it on my tongue and the way his girth stretched my lips felt good. But that had nothing on being able to look up at him and watch him come apart in real time.

His skin was warm and soft, like satin over steel. Salt and musk flooded my mouth, and the scent of clean sweat and something a bit spicy filled my senses.

“That’s it.” Noah wound his fingers through my hair, pulling the strands hard enough to hurt. “Yeah. Fucking give it to me.”

Pride rushed through me at his broken command, and I slowly drew in more of his dick, until about half of his length stretched my mouth.

I wanted to take more of him to see how he’d react, but I could already feel my gag reflex and refused to embarrass myself. I sucked as hard as I dared and swirled my tongue around his cockhead instead. He’d liked it when I squeezed him there with my hand.

“Fuuuck, Zane.”

The way he said my name in that wrecked tone, his lips parted and his pale cheeks blushing, did things to my insides.

Something primal took over. I moved over him, using my hand to stroke the part of his shaft I couldn’t get in my mouth, and used my tongue to play with his piercing.

The steady stream of muffled grunts and bitten-off sighs spurred me on. I savored each of his reactions, tailoring my technique to inflict the maximum amount of pleasure that I could.

Something about seeing him slowly lose it, watching the pleasure glow from his eyes, was as hot as having my mouth on him. Knowing I was getting him off was a huge turn-on, and my painfully hard dick was tenting my sweats.

Roughly, I yanked his jeans lower. Thankfully, they weren’t painted on like the ones he usually wore. I wiggled them down to his mid-thigh.

Slowly, deliberately, I let his dick fall from my mouth with a lewd pop.

“Fuck,” he murmured in that rumbly voice that hit me right in the chest.

I sucked on my finger, getting it nice and wet. Giving him a chance to say no, I slid my finger out of my mouth and gripped one of his ample asscheeks in my other hand.

“What are you—oh!” He jerked as I dragged my digit through his crease.

He clenched around my fingertip, his breaths coming out in rapid pulses, but he didn’t say no or try to move away.

Taking that as my cue that this was okay, I pushed through his tightened muscles and rubbed his hole.

“Jesus!” He let go of my hair with one hand and slapped it over his mouth.

Fuck yes.

I had no clue what I was doing, but Noah didn’t have any complaints as he snapped his hips, thrusting into my mouth and pushing back on my finger so I dipped inside him with every backward motion.

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