Page 35 of The Cartographer

“We won’t be disturbed, I promise.”

He purses his lips briefly, a reaction he can’t quite tame, and then he’s doing as he’s been bid. Satisfaction wells inside of me like a warm liquid, heated further by the sight of his narrow hips and powerful thighs. And that ass… While we’re away, I’d like to have that ass.

Not now. For now…

“On your knees, Hart.”

He lowers himself in front of me, sitting back on his heels, his thighs spread the way I like. I watch as he starts to get hard. It’s not easy for him to come to me like this, and I understand more now why. Because where he’s from, being gay was bad enough, but bottoming had to have been a thousand times worse. So for all his code-switching, he’s never been able to turn the dial here. I’ll give that to him.

I lean forward, elbows on my knees, and cup his face in my hands.

“You like being on your knees for me, don’t you, Hart?”

He huffs a short breath through his nose that wafts over my wrists and then swallows hard.

“Yes, sir.”

“Have you ever been able to do this before?”

“No, sir.”

“Have you ever been treasured for being such a damn fine cocksucker?”

“No, sir.”

“You are, though. I’ve been getting hard thinking about your mouth since you sucked me off in that alley.”

His cock has swelled further, thick and heavy but still laying against his thigh. I want him full to bursting, standing at attention for me.

“Is that what you’re thinking about right now, Hart? How much you want my cock in your mouth? How much you want to swallow my come down your throat?”

He makes an uncomfortable grunt, and his dick twitches. I’m not sure if heenjoysthe dirty words, but they sure are getting him hot.

“Because that’s what I’m thinking about.”

I brush my suitcoat to the side so he can see my erection clearly through my pants.

“Do you want to touch me, Hart?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you want to suck me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then I think it’s only fair you ask properly, don’t you? I could get myself off perfectly well. That’s what I’ve had to do for the past couple of weeks given that you weren’t inclined to see me.”

I widen my knees and lazily drop a hand to my crotch, stroking my own hardness through my pants.

“Please don’t, sir.”

“Hmm? You don’t want to watch me jerk off?”

“I—”

Huh. Perhaps he would enjoy that. But not today. I’ve been waiting for his hot wet mouth surrounding me, his slick tongue stroking me. As good as I might be with my right hand, it’s nowhere near as good as Allie is with his mouth.

“No, sir.”

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