Page 82 of Deck the Fire Halls

“Sorry. Gotta check my phone. It could be work. If it is, I’ll have to go.”

I found my phone underneath my pants and checked the screen for the missed call. I sighed with relief. Robwas now propped up on his elbow looking at me, sleep rumpled and super cute. “Was it work?”

I turned the screen around to show him. “Just my mom.”

“Oh. Is everything okay?”

I shrugged. “She’s probably calling to tell me that my great aunt’s third cousin twice removed’s niece has had a baby. I’ll text her.” I thumbed out a quick text, sounding it out as I did. “Will... call... you... later.” Then I saw the battery icon. “Ah. I forgot to charge my phone. Can I borrow?—”

I looked at Rob, and he was staring—and I mean staring—at my crotch. At my very naked half-mast dick to be more precise.

I resisted the urge to cover up and gave it a little wiggle instead. “Do you like what you see?”

He was still staring, and it took him a moment before he looked at my face. “Oh, huh?”

It made me laugh. “I asked if you like what you see, but I’m pretty sure I know the answer.”

“Hmm. I mean, damn,” he murmured. “You’re so hot. Not just your cock.” He waved his hand up and down. “The whole package, honestly.” His gaze dropped back down to my cock, and he licked his lips. “I wouldn’t mind tasting that.”

Of course my cock liked the sound of that.

His tongue slowly swiped across his top lip. “Come over here,” he beckoned. “Feed it to me.”

Now, I had every intention of suggesting a shower first. Granted, I had cleaned myself up last night, but then he saidthat?

Feed it to me?

I was on that bed, on my knees in front of his face before he’d barely had time to smile.

He licked the underside of my cockhead, then looked up at me while he took me into his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed. Every nerve ending in my body fired ecstasy and bliss to my balls. His mouth was warm and wet, his tongue swirling.

I was going to come so fast.

From zero to one hundred in a heartbeat. Every fucking time.

And then he used his hands. One on my shaft, one cupping my balls, pumping, pulling, teasing.

“Oh, Rob,” I murmured. “Fuck yes.”

I braced one hand on the wall, the other on the back of his head, grasping at his hair as he worked me over. I tried to think of other things. I tried to concentrate on nothing but the sensation, the pleasure.

But then I made the mistake of looking down.

His lips around my shaft, my cock sliding in and out, and his eyes... his glazed-over fuck-me eyes. Sultry, alluring, sexy.

Mine.

He smiled as he took me in and my grip on his hair tightened as I fought the urge to fuck his mouth. I groaned at the effort it took not to ram into his throat.

“Suck it,” I hissed. “Take it.”

He closed his eyes and took me into his throat, and that was it. I couldn’t fight it. I didn’t want to. I wanted to give it all to him. He swallowed around me, sucking my orgasm to the surface. My cock pulsed in his throat,shooting my load in heavenly spurts. He moaned and swallowed again, sending shudders through me.

I leaned against the wall, letting my body succumb to the ecstasy rolling through me. I had to unclench my fist from his hair, and he pulled back, licking me clean as my spent cock slipped from his mouth.

Tremors racked through me, spasms of aftershocks, and I slumped on the pillows with a strained groan. “Fuck,” I panted. “Fucking hell.”

---