Page 62 of Feral

He tilts his head back, replacing his mouth with his hand. “Remember when you told me you like watching?”

I nod, barely able to process thoughts.

“Pretend right now. We’re in the middle of the club and everyone is watching us. They see me on my knees, worshipping your cock, desperate for a taste of you.”

“Fuck, Yannis.”

“Would you like that?” He drags his tongue along the underside of my shaft. “Everyone would be so jealous of me.”

“No. They’d be jealous of me. What a prize you are.”

He smiles, swirling his tongue over my leaking tip. “Everyone wants to be us, Hale.”

“Yannis…”

“But no one can have you. You’re mine now. All the other people, they’ve become the voyeurs to what we have.”

I tangle my still bloody fingers in his wavy locks. “You’re so beautiful. Your words, your face, your body. You leave me stunned.”

He smiles, opening his mouth and sliding it over my throbbing cock. With his eyes still trained on my face, he moves up and down, trying to find a rhythm, but my focus is his mouth on me. He gags a few times, but he’s determined.

He digs his fingers into my thighs, sucking and licking in sloppy motions that still feel amazing. I want so many things with him—sexy nights and soft mornings. I want him in my mouth, his blood on my tongue, his love in my soul.

His confidence in what he’s doing is as much of a turn-on as the act itself. I know it’s his first time, but he’s thrown himself into it, trying his best to please me. What he doesn’t know is that his mere existence pleases me.

“Do you want to fuck me?” he asks, his lips moving against my balls. “I want to feel that.”

“Desperately, but not here. Not like this.”

“But you do?” He smiles. “You want me.”

“Since the moment I laid eyes on you, beautiful man.”

“Later then.”

Before I can say anything else, he closes his lips over my cock, sucking me and massaging my ass with his strong hands. After a couple of minutes, he relaxes, sitting back on his heels.

“I want to make you come. Use my mouth.”

A shiver of desire rolls through me and I slide my hand to the back of his neck and begin slowly fucking his mouth. As I lose myself in pleasure, my pace increases, but he handles it perfectly. Our eyes stay locked together, and I memorize the image of this man, so filled with desire to please me, sticky precum and saliva dripping down his chin.

The sight pushes me to the finish line, and as I grunt and try to pull back, Yannis grips the backs of my thighs, clamping down with his lips and milking my cock. He chokes slightly as I spill onto his tongue, but watching him swallow it makes my stomach flutter.

He takes every drop, his eyes watering and cheeks flushed pink. I’ve never seen anything so stunning in my very long life. My cock softens and I slump against my desk while Yannis rests his head on my thigh. His scent wraps around me like a blanket, sweet and floral like a spring day, but the heat radiating off him is more like standing too close to the sun.

“Thank you,” I manage.

He doesn’t say anything, just squeezes my thigh.

“Are you alright? Was that too much?” He sniffs, and I drop to my knees. “Yannis? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He smiles through watery eyes. “I’m… happy. I swear it.”

“You’re sure?”

He nods, brushing his soft fingers across my cheek. “I’ve never…” He pauses, wiping at his eyes. “That’s the first time I’ve ever been turned on like that and really wanted to have sex. I used to think maybe something was wrong with me because sex was cool, but I didn’t get all excited and worked up about like other guys seemed to, but tonight, just now, I wanted you so much. I wanted to make you happy. I wanted to have sex.” He laughs softly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m happy for you.”

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