Page 64 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

A warm gush bursts on the back of my tongue. His cock slides over it, pushing it down my throat where more fills the back of my mouth as it pours from him. “Unnhuuh…ooohhh…fuck.” The sounds are guttural and deep. My body responds with a rush of desperate need. I swallow his cum like it’s all I need to survive, and hope like hell he gives me more.

He grunts at my over-eager efforts, but I’m not ready to let him go.

“Get up here,” he says—another growling demand I’m scrambling to obey. He’s got me by the arms, his cock sliding out of my mouth, and he’s roughly jerking me up. I land chest to chest with him and manage to slide my knees onto the couch outside his hips to catch myself.

He takes hold of my face. “Give it back.”

I open my mouth, and he comes for it, licking my tongue and cheeks and palate, but there’s not much left. A trace of his taste maybe, but I swallowed it all. Like he appreciates this, he wraps his arms around me and deepens the kiss—slowing it down. My cock smashes into his abs, and I can’t stop my hips from moving.

He kisses his way past my jaw to feast on my neck, murmuring things like, “Did sucking me get you hard, beautiful boy? Do you need to come? You gonna make a mess of yourself for me?”

Jesus.Jesus.

How is this so hot?How can I want himthis much? So much I’d beg and crawl and grovel.

His mouth returns to mine, covering it and consuming it. His hands grasp my ass, maneuvering me against him to create maximum friction. “Are you gonna come for me, Christian?”

“Yes…” I moan brokenly.

He squeezes my ass hard and gives my searching tongue a flickering lick that lights the fuse of my impending orgasm. It burns down my spine, my legs, up my groin, and suddenly the pressure and pleasure are too much to contain. “Gibson,” I whisper urgently against his lips as my dick unloads. A violent shake rocks me into him, and he gets a firmer grip, one hand still on my ass and the other banded across my back. I press my forehead to his and feel my face contort with the thunderous release.

It’s beyond intense. Nearly as overpowering as the one he gave me bent over in Rome. This is just sodifferentthan that. This one feels more like something we made happen together—like teamwork.

This one, I was expecting, and I won’t lie and say it’s not exactly what I wanted. I wanted it too much.

“Shit,” Gibson sighs after a minute or so passes with only the sounds of our heavy breaths between us.

I tuck my face against his neck and let out a long sigh. “Was it okay?”

He rubs my back in long up and down strokes. “Good enough to have me rethinking the wholejust this oncething.”

I smile against his skin. “Don’t overthink it. It’s just a blow job.”

“You’re such a romantic.”

I huff. “Keep dreaming.”

“You don’t like me just a little?” he asks.

“Maybe a little, but mostly for your money.”

His laugh is soft, and I realize his mouth is resting on my neck, too. “You kissed me,” he says.

“You made me.”

“I might make you do it again.”

I shut my eyes and focus on the way our breaths sync. The way our pounding hearts settle. I guess I do feel like I know him a little better now, so this wasn’t a totally failed effort. Plus, I feel amazing. I haven’t been with anybody else since him. Not that three days is a particularly long time, but if it can be like this—threetimesa day might not be enough.

I ask the question as soon as it occurs to me. “Is this gonna be a thing?”

“Do you want it to be?”

“Not sure,” I answer honestly. “I mean—there was tequila involved.”

“That’s what we’re gonna call it? Blame it on the tequila?”

“I guarantee you, I wouldn’t have donethatwithout alcohol.”

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