Page 26 of Veiled

When he finally drags his parted lips along the length of my shaft, I nearly come instantly. My thighs shake with the effort to hold off. My body is screaming, and I’m a writhing, aching mess by the time his warm, wet mouth closes around my cockhead, sucking hard and dragging his tongue through my slit. “Yes,” I pant, my fingers sliding through his sweaty hair.

I’m panting, with my head tipped back as I reach for him and try not to thrust further into his mouth. I let him tease me and control every second until he finally, finally, takes me into the back of his throat, swallowing around me and making me moan.

“Yes. That. Please.” I’m a babbling mess, leaning back on my elbows so I can watch him as he sucks me off like a pro. I feel his fingers stroking over my heavy balls, teasing me and driving my body crazy. He pops off my cock long enough to make me groan in frustration and suck two fingers into his mouth. “Oh, fuck yes,” I say as I watch him, and he gives me a wicked grin before taking my cock back into his mouth.

His fingers find their way to my hole, circling and getting it wet before he slides one inside and then two. When he brushes over my prostate the second time, I can’t take it anymore. My back bows, and I unleash, coming deep into his throat. He moans and swallows around me like he was starving for it.

Holy shit, that’s hot.

I come until I almost lose my mind, my cock jerking and releasing in his mouth as he milks my prostate and sucks me dry. When I can’t take anymore, he removes his fingers, and I pull him up to me, attacking his mouth hungrily and flipping us so I’m on top of his strong body.

I can feel his cock poking against me through the denim on his jeans, and I can’t believe he didn’t seek his own release. “You must be aching right now,” I say against his pretty, full lips.

He only grins against my lips. “You have no idea. I want you so badly.”

“My mouth or my ass?” I ask devilishly, and he groans, his lips pressing hard against mine as he thrusts up, his cock dragging against me.

“Both. Anything. Everything. I just want to come. I’m dying here,” he gasps, and I smile.

“You poor thing,” I say with a wicked grin and kiss my way down his body. “I’d love to give you my ass, but I’m just not sure I can give up the chance to taste you.” I make my way down his hard chest, kissing over his tattoos and licking his muscles.

I reach the top of his jeans and unbutton them, pushing them and his boxer briefs down, not bothering with teasing him as much as he did me. His big cock jumps out, slapping against his stomach obscenely as I shimmy his jeans and underwear down and off, my eyes back on his dick.

It’s flushed red at the tip, leaking profusely, and I lick my lips. “Holy fuck, you have a beautiful dick.”

“Waylon,” he whines. “Please,” he gasps, and I smile at him, trying to decide whether I should tease him. “Waylon,” he says, clearly not amused, his voice a higher pitch than normal.

“Fine.” I lower my mouth to his cock like it’s a hardship, but I moan when I take him into my mouth, living for this moment when a burst of pre-cum hits my tastebuds. I moan again and take him to the back of my throat, thanking the stars that I don’t have a gag reflex.

I tease him for a while, but he’s keyed-up and desperate for it. I pull off his cock, and he whimpers, fucking whimpers for it. “Don’t worry,” I say, winking at him. I maneuver my body so I’m flat on my back and leaning my head over the edge before I lift it and look at him expectantly. “Just thought you might want to fuck my mouth.”

I watch gleefully as his cock jerks hard, and he scrambles off the bed to do just that. “You sure?”

I nod, lying my head back, the blood rush making the room swim a little, but it’s worth it to see how excited he looks—like he’s desperate for it. “I’m sure. I trust you.”

“Oh fuck,” he gasps quietly as he guides his cock to my mouth.

“You won’t hurt me.”

He starts slow, fucking into my mouth before he realizes I can take it and starts to thrust into the back of my throat. I open wide and take it. My cock is back to hard as I start to stroke myself in time with his thrusts.

Every time the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, he makes a strangled noise, and my stiff cock jerks in my hand, wanting more, getting off on his pleasure. It’s not long before his hot cum is spurting into the back of my mouth, and he pulls out enough to let me swallow, while I continue to stroke my own dick until he’s wrung out, his softening cock leaving my mouth, and my cum sprays from my dick.

I stroke myself through my orgasm before I climb further onto the bed and settle on my side, not worried about the mess. Justin mimics my position, lying on his side, totally naked and facing me.

“That was . . .” He sounds breathless.

I smile, knowing it was a mistake and that’s likely what he wanted to say, but it was too damn good for either of us to actually say it.

“We shouldn’t do that again.” He must land on that, and I chuckle, too fucked-out to care or be upset by it.

We shouldn’t, but I’m pretty sure we will.

Chapter Fourteen

JUSTIN

“We shouldn’t have fucked again,” I try, but it’s weak at best. It felt so fucking good, grinding my cock against him until we were both shouting into each other’s mouths. There’s cum and sweat everywhere.

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