Page 101 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

He’s right, and Gibson knows all this, but maybe Drew should lay off the tequila shots and shut the fuck up. It’s not his fault he doesn’t know about Trinity—I don’t tell anyone about that, but no one likes being called out on their issues at a table full of people, whether they’re friends, hook-ups, bosses, or whatever.

Jericho shoots Drew a look only an ex-girlfriend can deliver, and Drew clears his throat. “Can I get anyone anything? Chris?”

“I’m good,” I tell him. “I promised the boss I’d go look at one of his properties with him tonight, though, so we better get going before it gets to be too late.”

“You can stay for one more drink,” Larry insists.

“He’s right,” Gibson says, already standing.

I rise like I’m attached to him.

Gibson looks at his watch like we’ve got someone to meet elsewhere and not a very sloppy blow job in the back of a car to get to.

At least, that’s the vibeI’mgetting. And probably giving.

He shakes Drew’s hand, and Jericho comes around the table to give me a hug. We nod and wave at everyone else, then Gibson puts a hand on the small of my back and guides me to the door.

His driver is waiting outside. Upon seeing Gibson, he opens the back door of a black Lexus SUV.

“Get in,” Gibson commands.

I obey, sliding onto the seat. To my surprise, and absolute pleasure, when Gibson gets into the car, he kneels on the floor, pushes my legs apart and says, “Show me your cock.”

“Me?”

“Now, Christian.”

I try to shove them down like they’re sweats, but my jeans don’t budge on my hips. My fingers fumble with the button and fly, but eventually and clumsily, I manage to dig out my half-erect dick. He grabs me by the hips and yanks my ass to the edge of the seat. “Feed it to me.”

Fuuuckk…

I grab my shaft and rub my crown over his parted lips. His tongue darts out, taking a swipe of my slit, and I exhale harshly. Do I care that there’s no divider between us and the driver? I mean—I notice, and I might have had a moment of reservation before dropping to my knees if he hadn’t done it first, but no—I do not fucking care at all. Gibson’s arms in that t-shirt were enough for me to drop my pants in the middle of the bar.

I lift a hand to put on the back of his head but hesitate. “May I?”

“Feed it to me, Christian,” he says, his voice deadly dark and demanding.

Using my hand to pull him forward, I arch my hips and stuff my cock in his mouth as far as I dare. He hums around it as his eyes close, like he’s never tasted anything better. I don’t have to do much after that.

Using only his mouth, he sucks me until I’m so hard it feels impossible. “Oh, God…” I throw my head back and run a hand across my chest, stiffening my nipples and rubbing them firmly.

I come embarrassingly fast. He gives me a few rough sucks deploying his tongue like a fucking serpent to squeeze me tight, and I blow down his throat without even trying to hold it.

It’s so fast and obliterating, I slide even further down the seat. “Goddamn,” I curse as he shoves me back into place and swallows my load. “Are we there yet?”

He scoots onto the seat beside me and opens his pants. Before I know what’s happening, he’s guiding my head down. It’s a terrible position, but I’m too boneless to change it. What I’mnotis lazy. I wrap my mouth around his thick head and work his foreskin down with my lips. He grips my hair and my neck and proceeds to fuck my face.

He’s not overly rough or too much, but it turns me into a drooling, coughing mess whose only lever of control is tightening my lips to slow him down and keep him from choking me. However—as this goes on for much longer than it took me, I realize what’s happening here.

It’s a steep learning curve, but I get the appeal. It’s not unlike being tied down and fucked. I have almost no control, I’m effectively gagged, and it’s not easy to breathe either. But thesoundshe’s making.

The filthy words spilling from his mouth.

“The sight of those pretty lips stretched around my cock. Such a good boy, Christian. That’s it. That’s how you take me. Fuck, yeah—so deep…unnnhhh…yes.”

“You gonna make me come with that dirty mouth, pretty boy? You gonna choke on this dick? Drink my cum?”

“Mmm…mmm…”

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