Page 81 of Flake It Til You Make It

His tongue swept over Rocco’s balls, and back further, tracing his hole with it, before he pushed the spit-slick pad of his thumb against it.

Rocco choked a little, andyeah, that was what Taylor was looking for. For him to lose it, to lose himself.

He pressed his thumb in, even as he situated his head a little better so he could suck the head of Rocco’s cock in, curling histongue around the head.

But the pleasure Rocco was feeding him back was addicting, long, slow sucks of his cock, in the incredible suction of that mouth.

Taylor felt keyed up and ready to blow almost immediately, but it was too good to give in, too good to not enjoy every single dirty second of it.

He dragged it out, and he was sure that Rocco was too, slowing down, even as he clearly employed every trick he’d ever learned.

Taylor’s thighs were trembling with the effort to hold himself back and not just give in to the incredible pressure of Rocco’s mouth, even as he moved from one thumb to one finger, to two, pressing right against the spot he knew made his guy wild.

Hewouldmake Rocco come first. Make him come in the kind of orgasm he thought about, long after this night was over.

Maybe he wasn’t balls-deep in Rocco right now, and he did want to be, desperately, but he could make it just as good.

Better, even.

Angling his head better, he took Rocco’s cock deeper, as he pressed those fingers inside him, shifting them around just enough that Taylor could feel him clench back.

Rocco lifted his own head, groaning as he leaned his forehead against Taylor’s thigh crease. “Fuck, fuck,fuck,” he cried out, and Taylor braced and swallowed his load as he clenched down hard on his fingers.

He finished shaking, Taylor drawing his orgasm out as much as he could, but before he could ask Rocco if he was okay, he was sucking him deep again. So deep, Taylor cried out at the unbelievable pleasure of Rocco’s throat fluttering around his cock.

Rocco coming had been hot enough, but this was too much—it pushed him right over the edge.

After swallowing around him, Rocco collapsed onto his body, and Taylor decided that wasn’t a bad spot to lie for awhile—tucked between Rocco’s incredible thighs.

“Give me a sec,” Rocco mumbled, “and I’ll turn around.”

“If I suffocate,” Taylor said quietly, “it’ll be the best way in the world to die.”

Rocco smacked him lightly on the side and then groaned, turning his body around until he lay back down, head pillowed on Taylor’s chest.

“Fire’s going,” Taylor said a minute later, glancing over at it. “You warm enough?”

“I’m perfect,” Rocco said, slurring a little, andyeah,he was.

Chapter 13

Rocco woke to hisalarm blaring, and for a second, he didn’t know where he was, disoriented in the dark, only the embers from a banked fire giving him enough light to see.

They were still on the couch, cuddled up together, even though it was barely large enough for one.

He and Taylor had landed back here after they’d shared a late dinner of delivery pizza, and they must have eventually fallen asleep here.

“Shit,” Taylor groaned underneath him.

“I gotta get up and get to the coffee shop,” Rocco reminded him. “Sorry, I’lltry not to—”

But Taylor put a hand on his arm. Squeezing it firmly. “Remember,” he slurred, voice soft with sleep, “I said I’d come with you. I don’t want to let you out of my sight. Not yet.”

Rocco’s heart twinged. Maybe they hadn’t said the words last night, but they’d been there, in every breath he’d taken. Surely it wouldn’t feel like this if he was in love alone. Taylorhadto be right there with him.

And then there was all that incredibly romantic stuff he said—like what he’d just said, without batting an eye—that made Rocco’s heart practically melt right out of his chest.

“Alright, well, we gotta get going.”

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