Page 87 of Maybe You

When I look up, I find his eyes on me. He nods at my sweats.

“Off,” he says again.

I tilt my head to the side and send him a lazy grin. There’s something heady about a man wanting you so much he’s reduced to single words.

“Ask me nicely,” I say.

A spark lights up his eyes.

“Take off your pants. I want to suck your cock.” He waits a beat before he adds, “Please.”

“That was sufficiently persuasive,” I say. I sound casual enough, but my hands shake and my heart hammers from anticipation when I push down my sweats.

He licks his lips slowly, eyes moving up and down my body. That look goes straight to my cock. It jerks, and Sutton’s breathing picks up.

Mine seems to stop altogether when Sutton drops to his knees in front of me and sits back on his heels.

He looks up.

Golden eyes and anticipation crackling all around us like fireworks.

I still can’t seem to breathe properly.

His palms go to the backs of my knees. Hands start to move upward. The scars just above my left knee are completely numb, while the right thigh is one of the few parts of me that’s still covered with my original skin. The contrast is weird—not unpleasant, not overwhelmingly good—but his hands keep moving.

He reaches my upper thighs. The back of his hand grazes my balls.

The breathing that had stopped before has now become uneven. He cups my balls, and my eyes close against the rush of desire that rolls over me. His hands move back until he’s palming both my ass cheeks.

My eyes fly open then.

Lips touch my thigh.

Sutton has leaned forward and is now kissing his way up my thigh.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Until his nose touches my balls. He cups my sac and licks over the underside.

My fingers spread on the wall behind me, and I’m glad I have that to lean against, otherwise I’d probably have tumbled to the floor already.

He continues his ministrations by licking up the crease between my crotch and my thigh. He nips at my hip. His fingers roll my balls and then move backward until he’s caressing the spot behind my them. I automatically widen my legs to give him better access.

I sink my fingers into his hair and my hips push forward, needy for more. The tip of my cock bumps against his lips, but he keeps his mouth closed.

“I thought you were going to suck me,” I say.

He hums against my dick and slides his lips down the side.

My fingers tighten.

“Tease,” I say hoarsely.

He looks up with a grin. “I’m savoring the moment.”

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