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“Not changing my mind,” he uttered, coming back up, his face just inches from my bare cock now. “Holy fuck, that is nice.”

His lips were on my cock a moment later, like he couldn’t resist.

Holy God.

He didn’t suck it right away, instead pressing small kisses along the shaft, which only made me throb more in anticipation.

Storm Rosling is kissing your cock.

“You are so annoying,” he said in between kisses. “Acting like I’m anything other thanway too fucking eagerfor this.”

“Christ,” I murmured as his tongue slid out, just slightly, around my tip. “Quit talking.”

He just hummed and let out a low chuckle. “I like it when you’re flustered.”

His tongue slid out again, and I couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, pure sensation flooding my entire body at once.

He was so good. So, so good.

“It’s not rocket science. Blow jobs tend to feel good,” I said in a low voice, trying to bluff. “You think I’m flustered just because a tongue on my cock feels nice?”

“Yes,” he murmured, glancing up at me with those goddamn eyes. “I do think you’re flustered. Want to know how I know?”

I moaned again as he took the tip of my cock fully between his lips for the first time. Damn traitor body, unable to control itself under Storm’s spell. I watched the wavy locks of his hair, all messed up on top from when he’d been pressed against the couch. He took me a little deeper into his mouth, my cock disappearing further between his lips.

He pulled off and glanced up at me again, his signature little playful grin spreading over his face. It was irresistible. I couldn’t delude myself into thinking it wasn’t. The smile that had charmed millions of fans, now positioned right in front of my stiff cock.

“Oh no,” he said in a singsong, sarcastic voice. “I’m a straight guy, and I’m sucking cock! I better run away fast!”

“Fuck off,” I muttered under my breath, smiling despite myself. He ran his open palms up against my thighs and laughed, leaning in to kiss my skin there, a teasing little line of kisses trailing up toward my dick again.

“You’re so fun,” he murmured.

“Are you going to suck it, or not?”

He leaned back, his gaze searching mine. “Damn, Fancy. It’s my first time. Give a guy a little room to explore and savor it, would you?”

My heart worked itself into a little knot, immediately regretting what I’d said. I never wanted to pressure anyone, and I certainly wouldn’t usually command anyone so bluntly unless I knew they wanted it, too.

But it was easy to forget that this was Storm’s first time. Easy to forget that he had anything but pure, raw bravado inside him, and that below the constant stream of challenges and teases, he actually had some tenderness inside him, too.

My instinct was to apologize, to reach down and comfort him, tell him I was sorry for being bossy, and reassure him.

Instead I leaned over, took his head in my hands, and kissed him deeply. I was shocked all over again at how natural it felt—it felt like I knew his tongue already, like his mouth fit perfectly with mine.

For fuck’s sake, you are a good kisser, Storm.

He didn’t seem to hesitate with anything in life, but especially not when he was kissing me. I kept thinking there would be some pullback, some resistance, but in reality he just seemed hungrier for it every time.

“Lay back on the couch,” he murmured against my lips, squeezing his hands against my thighs.

We switched positions, and he made room for me to lay back onto the couch, positioning himself right between my legs. His fingers trailed down my chest and lower toward my stomach.

Maybe he liked knowing he had me here, in his control. Or maybe he really was just curious, and I was nothing more than an interesting opportunity for him.

He started to press small kisses down my stomach, occasionally letting his tongue slide out against my skin. My breath caught, and he gave me a glance.

“All good?”

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