Page 118 of Flipping the Script

My cock pulsed, and my hindbrain hummed with possessive desire.

“You keep saying that, but I’m really starting to question your understanding of the word.” Letting go of his dick, I gripped his waistband and tugged it down.

He lifted his hips and helped me pull his clothes down, freeing his cock.

“You have no idea how good you look like this.” I sat back on his thighs so I could fully take him in. “All spread out and waiting for me.” I bit my lip and dragged my teeth over it as my balls drew up and my dick throbbed with need. “So fucking hot.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” he asked, lifting one eyebrow.

“Something you’re definitely not expecting.”

He blinked in confusion as I climbed off him, leaving him lying on the couch with his pants around his thighs and his hoodie pushed up so half of his tight stomach was on display.

“The fuck?” He started to get up on his elbows. “What are you?—"

“Lay back.” My command was sharp, and Bas’s eyes widened as he stopped protesting.

Slowly, he lay back down.

I stripped off my hoodie and shirt in one go, then shucked off my sweats and briefs. My cock bobbed free, hard and ready.

“Now you.” I stroked my dick and roved my eyes over him. “Get naked.”

“This is so weird.” He sat up and pulled off his hoodie and shirt in one go.

“Do you want to stop?”

He tossed the clothes aside. “Not a chance.”

Together, we got his sweats and briefs off. Then we took a second to take off our socks because being naked with socks on wasn’t it.

“Okay, big bossy Miller. What are you going to do with me now that you have me at your mercy?” He lay back and idlystroked his dick. “I seem to recall you saying something about putting this in your mouth.”

“That does sound familiar.” I knelt next to the couch, drinking him in.

He was gorgeous. The firelight danced over his pale skin, making his tats almost look alive. His hair was a fluffy mess, and his mouth was still red from my kisses.

Greedily, I ran my gaze down his long, lean body, stopping at his dick.

He was gorgeous. Long and thick and mouth-wateringly hard. His size should have scared the hell out of me, but I couldn’t deny how much I wanted to feel him inside me again.

The tiny hoop in his piercing glittered in the firelight enticingly as he gave himself a teasing stroke. “Gonna call me a freak again?” he asked warily.

Instead of answering, I pushed his hand aside and took him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, carding his fingers through my hair and holding tight.

The dark, heady taste of him filled my senses, and the way his girth stretched my lips made every suck and swallow that much hotter.

Moving over him at a leisurely pace, I used my tongue to play with his shaft and dipped into his slit as I toyed with his piercing, rolling it under my finger and gently pressing on it.

“Yes, Jesse,” he panted, gripping my hair with shaking hands. “That’s it. Just like that. Harder. Suck me harder. Oh god. So fucking good.”

I worked him over, using his commands and the tricks I’d learned over the years to make sure I gave him the most pleasure possible.

Watching him come apart like this was everything.

“Give it to me.” He slapped my hip. “Want to suck you too.”

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