Page 93 of Savage

“Mmm.” The sound rumbled out of my throat of its accord, the wide, sticky head of his dick a testament to how aroused he was. The sight of it had me rubbing a rough palm over my own aching shaft.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“You can’t tell?”

“Not without proof. I showed you mine. Only seems fair that?—”

My cock was out and in hand before he could finish his sentence.

“Oh hell.” Cooper’s hips arched up. “I want that.”

I knew Cooper was fired up tonight, but this ballsy attitude was hot as fuck. I gave myself a couple of hard strokes and looked around the empty studio. Just because no one was in here didn’t mean there weren’t eyes watching. But when Cooper reached for the edge of his sweater to strip it off, my concerns vanished.

He’d forgotten my warning, and when he tossed the sweater aside, I suddenly forgot too.

“Look at you…”

“That’s what I want,” he said, stretching his arms over his head. “For you to look at me and see that I’m not helpless. I’m not weak. I go after what I want, and right now, I want you.”

My balls throbbed at his bold declaration, then I hooked a finger into the elastic of his briefs and tugged on it. “Then you better get these the fuck out of my way.”

Cooper drew his legs up to his chest and slid the scrap of material free, and just as he was about to lower them to the ground, I put a hand on either knee.

“Hell yeah,” I muttered. “Keep them up there, just like that.”

Cooper’s breath was coming a little faster now as I stared down at the erotic picture he made. Positioned as he was, naked and flat on his back with his legs drawn up, his body was open and vulnerable to me. His cock and balls were easily accessible, and that tight little hole I was about to devour, winked at me like it was my lover.

He was my own personal offering, and when I lowered my head to swipe my tongue up the underside of his shaft, Cooper’s entire body trembled.

I tapped his leg to get his attention. “Spread these for me.”

Cooper pulled his legs into a wide straddle, and I shifted down to my stomach, getting my face in his business.

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” With a hand on each thigh I held him in place, then leaned in and sucked one of his balls.

Cooper hissed and bucked against my hold, but I held firm as I swirled my tongue around his heated skin, teasing and tormenting him.

“Lachlan,” he said as I lapped at him like a hungry kitten, then moved my attention to both balls. I drew the sensitive skin between my lips and sucked, and Cooper tensed.

He liked that, so I did it again, and again, until he was writhing under me like a man tormented.

I continued my assault, my lips and tongue working overtime until hands twisted in my hair and pulled me up from between his legs.

“My dick, Lachlan,” he panted. “I need you to suck my dick.”

My lips curled as I lowered my head back down, but instead of going for the tight balls drawn up to his body, I licked from the base of his cock to the tip.Cooper shoved his hips up in an effort to make me hurry, but I was in no rush. I wanted my fill. I wanted to bathe in his scent and savor his taste, and when I swiped my tongue over the head of his cock and got that first burst of flavor, I knew nothing else would ever satisfy.

I reached for his cock and angled it to my lips, then swallowed him in one greedy gulp. Cooper’s legs hugged my ears as I devoured him one inch at a time, and when I started to move back down, he tugged on my hair and pleaded with me not to stop.

I grunted, his desperation equal to the voice in my head pleading with me to get inside him already. But I wanted him out of his mind first, and the quickest way to do that was to get my mouth on him.

I licked a path over his sac, bracing my hands on the back of his thighs and shoving his legs back up his chest, then nuzzling my nose in under his balls.

Earthy, manly, and one hundred percent Cooper. The scent made my cock jerk against the mat as I spread his ass cheeks wide and growled at the sight of his hole waiting for me. I leaned in and flicked my tongue over it, then speared it inside.

“Ah…Fuck.”

His curse was music to my ears, and I dug my fingers into his soft cheeks and went at him again. I was like a man crazed. I couldn’t get enough. But with the way I was feeling, I needed to prep him with more than my tongue.

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