Page 27 of Mark & Don't Tell

Releasing my wrists, he wraps his arms around my waist, clinging to me. As I run my fingers through his hair, he groans against my skin, his body vibrating as he struggles to maintain his composure. Hard as a rock, his cock rests against me, and even through the layers of our clothes, I can feel it throbbing, begging for release.

An idea sparks, a naughty, reckless idea, but before I can think rationally, I sink to my knees. Though Vic’s hands flex, he doesn’t stop me. My knees fall to the pavement, and I reach for his pants.

His strong hand cups my jaw, and I pause, glancing up at him through my eyelashes. He curses in Spanish, smoothing his thumb over my lips and murmuring, “You’re dangerous.”

“So are you,” I tell him, undoing his belt and jeans as I hold his gaze. “Will you let me suck your cock, Vicente?”

“Little doe,” he groans as I grab his thick length. “I think I might let you do whatever you want when you look at me like that.”

A pleased smirk cuts across my face, and I lick my lips, wetting them and watching as his eyes hood. Leaning forward, I flick my tongue over his tip, tasting salty precum and humming in approval. “You’re so hard for me,” I praise before taking him all the way into my mouth.

His hand moves to grip the hair at the base of my neck, the other one resting against the window of the car as I suck his cock. “Fuuuck.”

Humming around his length, I hold his gaze and suction my cheeks and wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, moving them in time with my mouth, squeezing and sucking and taking his sanity, the way he took mine. As he thrusts his hips, forcing his cock to the back of my throat, I breathe through my nose, taking everything he has to give. I move my hand from his length and cup his balls, tugging on them, and he gasps and thrusts into my mouth again.

That. That right there is what I want. I want him to lose himself.

He isn’t brutal or rough, and the more I tease him and roll my tongue along his cock, the more unsteady his thrusting gets, almost like he’s desperately trying to cling to control, but he can’t. Not with my mouth wrapped around him.

I stroke the soft skin behind his balls, my secret weapon, and watch as his eyes flutter closed and his body trembles. He’s no longer thrusting, but that’s fine. I take over, bobbing my head up and down his length faster and faster, tightening my lips and cheeks until his cock jerks, and he moans long, deep, panting as I swallow every salty drop of cum.

“You’re still here, Vic?” Alejandro asks from far away.

The grip his fingers have on my hair tightens, and I look up at him, with his cock still in my mouth, eyes wide with panic.

His jaw clenches. “Yeah,” he says, gently pulling out of my mouth and fixing his pants as discreetly as he can. Vic gives me a look that very much means stay before walking around the truck.

It’s not like I’m going anywhere.

My heart is thundering so loud, I barely hear him say, “Kai and Lincoln called me.”

Alejandro chuckles. “Oh, yeah? You guys fight again?”

“There’s nothing to fight about,” Vic says with an annoyed huff.

“They’re your pack?—”

“They’re not my pack,” Vic snaps.

My eyebrows pinch together at Vic’s defensive tone. There’s a story there.

“You can say that all you want, but they’re your family.” Alejandro releases a heavy sigh, like this is a conversation he’s tired of having.

“Tú eres mi familia,” Vic retorts.

“Lo sé, tonto. Estoy diciendo que son tú familia también.”

They continue bickering about Vic’s pack. My knees hurt from kneeling, but I don’t dare move for fear of being caught. How exactly would I explain this to Letti and my dads? Or worse, Alma? She was so sweet. What would we even say?

Sorry, Vicente is so hot, I couldn’t help getting on my knees and sucking him off after the family dinner.

Yeah, not happening. This, whatever it is, has to remain a secret, and I will stay crouched behind the truck for as long as it takes to make sure Alejandro doesn’t figure out I’m here. My car is still here, but he’d been smoking his cigar on the back porch when I told Letti and Nico I was leaving.

“Yeah, yeah,” Vic says. “Drive safe.”

A car door shuts, and an engine turns on. Holding my breath, I press against the truck as Alejandro backs out, headlights sweeping over the yard as he turns onto the street, but thankfully, he heads in the opposite direction of the hedges. Vic appears and helps me stand, brushing a hand over my jeans, dislodging pebbles. The gesture is simple, but sweet enough to make my stomach flutter.

When I tug my hand out of his, he takes a step toward me, eyes narrowing. “Running again?”

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