Page 86 of The Silencer

My hand stills on his cock and I lean over him, his legs falling open even further. My face hovers over his and my hand reaches up to cup his neck. I squeeze gently, and he lets out a desperate moan.

“Tatum, you became mine the moment you taunted me with that sassy mouth. I own you. You’re mine.”

He blinks up at me and wets his lips. My eyes fall to that mouth again and for a moment, I almost lean down and kiss it, but instead, I press my lips to his exposed neck, sliding my mouth down to his pounding pulse point.

I let my lips hover there, just listening to him breathe before I sit up once more and grab on to his dick, spitting on it again. My hand shuttles up and down the straining length, watching intently as it leaks and listening as Tatum moans, his hips thrusting up to meet each stroke.

My free hand reaches down and gathers his balls, squeezing them gently. His eyes roll back into his head as I continue to work him right to the edge. I can feel when he’s starting to come. The way his breathing grows even more labored, the way his spread thighs tremble. With a pinch at the base of his balls, my hand falls from his dick, and I watch as he whimpers and writhes beneath me.

“Please,” he whispers, but I don’t let him have it. He doesn’t deserve it.

Making me chase him.

I never chase and I never kneel, and yet here I am, doing both.

I let my hands drag down his thighs and then I push his knees up to his chest, exposing his hole to me. He grabs on to them, anchoring himself, and my hands are free to cup his hips, my fingers spreading his cheeks open wider.

I’ve had anal sex, but never with another man. And yet, it doesn’t bother me.

None of this does. It never has with Tatum.

It all makes absolute sense.

I lift him even further, his bottom half off the ground, his body folded in half. His ass is exposed and waiting, and for the first time in my life I want to taste him.

“Anthony,” he whispers, confused and desperate.

And without a second thought, I bury my face in his ass and let my tongue lick up his crack.

He cries out at the unexpected intrusion. Love when he makes those sounds, I think as I do it again, this time letting the tip of my tongue slide along his rim.

He’s almost sobbing now, his entire body shaking.

I hum in contentment at that, at watching him fall apart, and then I continue to tease him, my tongue lapping at his entrance before slipping inside. Just a taste, a taunt, as Tatum cries out, jerking beneath me. I do quite like that, love how he’s lost his mind for me.

So I do it again, this time a little deeper. Tatum is almost sobbing in desperation now, and I have an unquenchable desire to watch him fall apart. Just from my tongue.

I slide in a little deeper, tasting him. Fucking him.

He’s chanting my name now, begging, tears sliding down his pretty face.

God, what would it be like to spear my cock into him, to impale his tight little hole around me?

I feel that switch start to flip and my dick start to swell with the thought. He always does this.

It never fails.

He knows every button to push, just by being himself.

I’ve lost control.

My tongue slides even deeper and Tatum is clawing at the walls now, way past desperation and into pure nirvana now.

I should stop. Should give him some reprieve, but I don’t let up. Not until he’s shaking so hard his teeth clack from the force of it.

Only then do I lift my face from his ass and stare down at him.

His eyes are closed, tear tracks lining his skin.

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