Page 67 of Flake It Til You Make It

Rocco licked his lips and then leaned in, licking it, enjoying the way Taylor’s breathing seemed to stop entirely.

“Oh,oh.” Taylor exhaled sharply. “You—you know what, nevermind. Nevermind what I was about to say. Everything I was about to say. Do whatever you want. Anything you want.”

“Yeah?” Rocco asked casually, like he wasn’t on his knees,this closeto sucking Taylor’s cock.

Like his own wasn’t throbbing in his pants, as turned on by the thought of pulling Taylor to the edge as he was by the thought of Taylor doing the same to him.

“God, yes, please, though . . .” Taylor gasped as Rocco leaned in and licked again, this time a long stripe up the underside. Acquainting himself and just plain enjoying his taste. The weight of him against his tongue. “I’m definitely not going to last that long.”

“Not worried about that,” Rocco said. Glanced up. “Unless you’ve decided this is a one-off.”

“It’s not,” Taylor said, and that was all the reassurance Rocco needed. He leaned in, slid Taylor’s cock into his mouth, and sucked hard.

Taylor was pretty sure he was going to hyperventilate. Any moment now, the hot suction of Rocco’s mouth was going to make him die in the best possible kind of way.

He’d tried not to think about his cock in relation to Rocco’s mouth before tonight, but who was he kidding?

He’d thought about it. Extensively. Exhaustively.

And the reality dwarfed every imagined fantasy he’d had.

Taylor sank his fingers into Rocco’s curls and tugged, Rocco groaning around his cock as he took him even deeper still. Pleasure was hot and thick in his system, short-circuiting anything but basic thought.

And his thoughts were pretty freaking basic: after this, he was going to take Rocco to his bedroom and fuck him so good he’d never stop coming back for more.

At the thought of sinking into something even tighter, even hotter, than Rocco’s incredibly talented mouth, his balls drew up, ecstasy so fucking close, he could nearly taste it. But he held off, enjoying this moment so much that he never wanted it to end.

“Fuck,” Taylor ground out, barely holding on to his self-control. Rocco slid a saliva-slick finger back, behind his balls, pressing right up against him as he swallowed him whole again.

“That’s the idea,” Rocco said roughly as he pulled back.

Taylor glanced down and nearly lost it then. Rocco’s mouth, red and wet, his tongue flicking out to lick his head, curling around it confidently. Like he knew that would bring Taylor tohisknees.

And sure enough, it only took one more long suck, before Taylor was moaning, sliding off the edge, his orgasm going on and on, unloading into Rocco’s waiting mouth.

Taylor’s head thumped against the wood door. “Oh my God,” he said, Rocco licking him clean. “I think I just died and went to heaven.”

“You want more?” Rocco asked, and that wasn’t even a question.

He still felt drunk with the pleasure of that incredible orgasm, but Rocco wouldn’t be desperate to come back if he didn’t give as good as he’d gotten.

AndGod, he wanted to get his hands on this man.

He summoned his strength and lifted Rocco up and then up even farther, picking him right up and unsteadily taking them into the bedroom.

After he deposited Rocco on the edge of his bed, Rocco gazed up at him with reverence crossed with arousal, the look in those dark eyes mesmerizing.

“Shit,” Rocco groaned. “That was hot.”

“Good,” Taylor said and then got down to business, which was taking Rocco’s clothes off, unwrapping him the way he’d unwrap a present. Slowly, with anticipation growing inside him.

And Rocco was a fucking gift.

No question about that.

With each inch of skin he revealed, Taylor felt his own arousal—which shouldn’t have been spiking again so soon, not after the blowjob of a century—grow.

But first, he’d make it so good for Rocco.

---