Page 67 of Ricochet

He peers up at me again, that familiar heart-stopping smile on his face. “I’ll leave the killing to you. Just let me watch.”

“Fucking hell.”

That does just as much to me as his warm breath on my cock.

Placing my hand on the back of his head, I push it back down because I fucking need to be inside his mouth. But I don’t force him; I guide him. He goes willingly. Eagerly. He parts his lips and takes the head of my cock inside his mouth, another moan causing heat to flare at the base of my spine. I roll my hips, begging him to take more. He does, hollowing his cheeks as he envelopes me with wet warmth and blessed suction.

It’s my turn to moan, a low, long sound drifting up into the air as I tilt my head back.

He leans forward, taking me deeper. He sucks me, flatting his tongue against the underside of my crown until I feel a pressure in my balls.

“Your mouth is my new favorite fucking thing, Callum. Kissing. Sucking. I want it all.”

But, still, I pull back, watching a string of saliva clinging to his lips as I slip out. He can’t speak. His hands are tied behind his back. I’ll fucking kill myself if I hurt him again.

Except he’s looking up at me beneath hooded lids, eyes darkened with desire. “You don’t have to hold back with me, Stone.”

My chest shudders, both with the lingering pleasure he was giving me and with the effort it takes from doing exactly what he said. Holding back.

“I can take whatever you have to give me. Iwantit. I trust you.”

I’m going to make this boy fuckingmine. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

“Bite me if you have to,” I tell him again. Yeah, it’ll hurt like hell. But I think we’ve already established I don’t give a fuck. “Or squeeze your legs together. I’ll stop, I swear.”

He nods. “I know.”

Taking his head between my hands, I grip him by the hair and guide his mouth back to my cock. He opens up like he can’t get me back inside him fast enough. He closes his lips around my length, and I thrust slowly, steadily building up a quicker pace until I’m using my hands in his hair and rolling my hips to fuck into his mouth. Maybe not as hard as I would if he had the use of his hands, but I don’t need it when just the feeling of him is driving me crazy. The wet heat of his mouth. The smooth glide across his tongue. It’s all perfect.

So fucking perfect I’m going to come down his throat if I don’t stop soon. And I don’t know if he wants that.

Slowing my thrusts, I peer down at him. “I’m so fucking obsessed with you. Obsessed with the way you look with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.”

Obsessed with the way he trusts me.

Obsessed with the way he looks up at me like he wants so much more.

I want more too.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

The question surges out of me before I can stop it because…fuck, I want so much more.

His eyes open wide, and I quickly retreat, letting go of him.

As soon as my cock is out of his mouth, he croaks a gasping, “Yes.” But then he’s blinking furiously like he’s coming back to himself, fighting his way through a lust haze that has both our chests heaving, my cock out and slick with his spit, and his looking like it’s ready to burst out of his jeans. “No.”

I try my best to keep a frown off my face, but I can feel it pulling down the corners of my mouth.

And then it goes completely slack, along with my jaw, when he meets my gaze and says, “I want you to fuckme.”

He stares at me expectantly while I’m left trying to process those words. My cock loves the idea judging by the way it throbs. If it was the one in charge of my mouth, I’d be saying, “Fuck yes.”

Instead, I swallow and ask, “Are you sure?”

I must’ve been so in my head, attempting to form coherent words, that I missed the way his breathing changed, still harsh but a little more erratic. His chin trembles.

“Erase him.” It’s a whispered plea. “Please, Stone. Fucking erase him. Erase all—” Something has him choke up and start again. “Erase all of it.”

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