Page 46 of Pucking Amazing

DJ’s lips come up to circle the head of my cock and he sucks hard.

The way he looks up at me through his eyelashes, eyes alight with mischief and lust—it ignites something inside me and I grab his hair and fuck his mouth hard once, twice, before I realize what I’m doing and begin to back off.

But DJ grabs my thighs to stop me, taking me deeper into his throat and then groaning around me, the vibration adding another layer of pleasure that has my knees buckling.

“Holy shit, DJ...”

He pulls back slightly, lips shiny and swollen as he grins up at me.

“You like that?” he teases, voice husky.

I nod, unable to form words. His hands have come up to play with my dick and I watch as he uses his fingers to smear his spit and my pre-cum up and down my straining cock.

The sight turns me on more, if that’s even possible, and I moan and lace my fingers into his hair again, guiding his hot mouth back to my cock until his lips are pressed against the head.

DJ’s gaze is locked on mine, intense and unyielding as he takes me all the way again, until my tip is hitting the back of his throat. The sensation is mind-blowing, his mouth a perfect heaven of pressure and wetness.

The rush is building from deep within, threatening to overwhelm me.

“DJ...I’m gonna—” My voice breaks off into a ragged gasp as he increases his pace, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady.

He hums around me again, sending vibrations through my entire body, and then I’m gone. The world narrows to the blinding pleasure cresting through me and I throw my head back against the wall, my orgasm ripping through me in waves.

DJ doesn’t let up until I’m spent, gently easing me through it with soft licks and sucks, drinking down every ounce of the hot cum I’m shooting into his mouth.

When I finally open my eyes, DJ is standing up, his lips curved in a self-satisfied smirk. “Fuck yeah,” he rumbles, standing to press against me once more. “I’ll suck you off for dessert anytime.”

I laugh, the sound more breathless than I’d intended. “You... God, DJ, that was?—”

“Everything you hoped for?” he interjects as he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth with a cocky raise of his eyebrow, his voice still rough.

“More,” I admit, pulling him into another fierce kiss. My lips are hungry against his and I can taste my own cum in his mouth—it’s intoxicating. His arms wrap around me, strong and secure, and I can’t help but press closer, wanting his body against mine without any barriers.

As we break for air, my forehead rests against his.

“I didn’t know it could be like this,” I confess, my voice scratchy, not even entirely sure what I mean.

DJ’s smile gentles, the usual playful spark in his eyes giving way to something softer.

“It can be whatever you want it to be,” he whispers back, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. His fingers linger against my skin, heart-stoppingly tender compared to the animalistic roughness moments ago.

Someone passes by the door, talking loudly, and the hallway suddenly seems too public despite the seclusion. DJ seems to sense my unease. Leaning in for a quick final kiss, he gestures towards the door.

“Come on,” he says. “Let’s get out of here.”

We try to be subtle as we grab our coats, making casual excuses individually to the team before meeting back up outside.

Out in the night air, the usual charged energy between us shifts into something calmer but no less present. The city lights cast shadows over DJ’s features, making him look both mysterious and impossibly handsome. We walk in silence for a few blocks, each lost in our thoughts.

I’m frowning slightly when DJ wraps his hand around mine and tugs me to a stop.

“Hey,” he says gently. “I hope you’re not freaking out.” He quirks an eyebrow at me, our breath steaming between us in the winter air.

His words are casual but I can see a crease of concern on his forehead.

I smile and shake my head, trying to find the right words.

“No, I’m not freaking out,” I assure him, squeezing his hand. “Just...overwhelmed, I guess.”

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