Page 62 of Burn It Down

“Shhh.” Dylan tugs on my hair to put space between us as he blows his whisper across my mouth.

I nod, diving back in for more, but he leads me to the sink, which is in the part of the counter facing the living room. We’re not hidden at all here.

“Stay,” he whispers again, planting my hands on the edge of the sink. “Anyone need a refill?” he asks the girls on the couch.

“Yes, please!” Whitney holds her glass over the back of the couch and Dylan pulls the bottle from the fridge to top her off and then holds the bottle up toward Cora. “You want any more?”

“I’m good, thank you,” Cora says, smiling up at Dylan. “I’m having enough trouble staying awake as it is.”

Concern pinches my brow. “Cor, maybe you should just plan on staying here tonight,” I suggest. I don’t want her to risk falling asleep at the wheel.

“Let’s see how the movie goes.” The opening credits finally disappear and the movie starts. “Oh, Dylan,” Cora calls as he makes his way back toward the kitchen. “Would you mind cutting the lights? I don’t think you’re supposed to watchThe Exorcistwith the lights on.”

“You choseThe Exorcist?” Dylan asks in disbelief, making me chuckle.

Cora is full of surprises.

“Sure did,” she smiles happily and turns around, settling in to watch her favorite movie.

“Not what I would’ve guessed,” he says quietly, flicking off the lights bathing us in total darkness except for the ambient glow from the T.V. Moving behind me, he places his hands on the front of my hips and slides them forward, rubbing up and down at a torturous pace. The high bar top is concealing his hand placement from the living room. “Can you stay quiet?”

“What?” I ask, turning to face him. He’s grinning wickedly as he moves his hands to my shoulders and pushes me to my knees. “Here?” I whisper, mildly panicked.

He looks down at me and licks his lips. Even though he’s been the one saying we can’t do this, the desire in his eyes and the bulge in the front of his pants tells me his resolve is long gone.

Oh, fuck yes.

He places his finger over his mouth in a final reminder to tell me to be quiet and goes to work, unbuttoning his jeans. I’m cramped on my knees, stuffed between him and the cabinets behind me, but all that discomfort disappears as soon as he pulls his cock out.

With the living embodiment of temptation directly in front of my face and the desire to please and utterlywreckthe man in front of me, I throw caution to the wind.

Not wasting another second of this precious gift, I wrap my lips around his thick head and run my tongue along his slit, desperate to taste the pre-cum already beading for me.

“Ung—” I start to groan, but his fingers tighten painfully in my hair as a warning to stay quiet.

“Everyth—” I hear Whitney start before Cora interrupts her.

“Shhh! Whit, this is one of your favorite parts!”

I’ve reached a low…a whole new level of shame…over having my girlfriend save me from getting caught with my mouth around a man’s dick. A respectable man would stand up, send everyone home except Cora, and come clean. But with Dylan’s warm cock pulsing in my mouth, I’m not a respectable man. What’s worse, the danger of almost getting caught has me at the edge of my orgasm faster than ever and no one’s even touching my dick right now.

Who am I?

Above me, Dylan reaches forward and turns the faucet, moving the roasting pan into the sink nonchalantly as I continue to bob along his shaft before taking him down my throat until I’m flush with his pubic bone. Using my other hand, I tug on his balls. Because of the running water, one of the girls turns the volume up on the T.V., unknowingly masking Dylan’s heavy breathing and the slap his hand makes on the granite before white-knuckling the counter.

Needing a breath, I begin sliding his cock back out of my mouth and his hand flies back to my hair. His fingers dig into my scalp and I smile, knowing he’s having just as hard of a time staying quiet as I am. I tilt my head sideways and run my open lips along his length before dragging my tongue from root to tip.

His fingers tighten again and his hips jerk.

He likes that.

I go back to his base and repeat the movement.

In order to get the right angle, I’m looking up as my head is tilted so I can reach the underside of his cock from my position on the floor. When I move to start the line again, he looks down at me and with his jaw clenched, he whispers, “More,” on a growl.

I lick him up and down, all the while, tugging on his balls. I feel them start to draw into him, telling me he’s close, so I pull him into my mouth and suck him down my throat. His hand wastes no time pulling me flush against him again and his hips drive forward.

He’s so deep in my throat I can’t breathe, but I feel his head thicken and I know his release is imminent. Less than three seconds later, it feels like he’s depositing his cum directly into my stomach.

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