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Riggs attacked my dick with fervor. He mouthed along the shaft, getting it wet before he tongued my cockhead while giving me sure strokes. His enthusiasm was the sexiest part of all. He sucked me like he was starving for it.

I groaned when he tugged on my balls, which pulled a matching groan from Riggs’s chest. The sound pulled a grunt from me.

“Your mouth feels fucking incredible.” I brought my second hand to Riggs’s hair but didn’t do more than hold on.

Riggs lifted his hazel eyes to me, fire burning in them, and nodded.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Want me to fuck your throat?” I’d hoped Riggs liked it dirty.

He responded by running his tongue along the vein along the bottom of my cock.

I carefully pulled Riggs’s head back by his hair and did a slow thrust. At Riggs’s wanton moan, I did it again. He reached up and gripped my hips as I thrust with more intensity and chased the feeling I craved. Drool seeped from the corners of Riggs’s stretched mouth.

If it wasn’t for my grip on Riggs’s hair, I would’ve lost my balance because no part of me was aware of gravity and keeping my ass off the floor. There was only Riggs’s hot, wet mouth and the slutty sounds coming from his throat.

There was something so deliciously naughty about getting sucked off in Riggs’s kitchen. The place where we’d slowly gotten to know each other this week was now the site of Riggs absolutely giving in to the chemistry between us.

The thought of Riggs giving in hurtled me toward my orgasm. When I was about to come, I warned Riggs.

He pulled back enough to say, “Want to taste you.” He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and jerked me until I came on his curled tongue.

When the last drop left me, I already wanted to do it again.

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RIGGS

My eyes fell closed as I swallowed Keaton’s salty spunk. God, I’d needed that. Why the hell had I let it go so long since getting off with someone? And Keaton had handled me perfectly. That fucking mouth on him.

As though my dick had a mind of its own, it telepathically alerted me that not everyone in the room had gotten off yet. It was harder than a conduit bender.

“Fuck, you’re good at that.” Keaton hummed, eyes closed, blissful, backlit by the kitchen light. When he opened his eyes and stared down at me, I shivered at the desire I saw. “My turn to play.” Keaton pulled me to my feet and walked me back to a chair at the dining table.

Keaton dropped to his knees and rubbed his palm over my obvious bulge. “You want my mouth on you?”

“Prefer that to talking.”

Keaton let out a sultry laugh. He mimed zipping his lips before pulling my dick out. His eyes went wide when he saw it. Right. My Prince Albert piercing. I was so used to it that I forgot it was there most of the time, but guys always either went hard for it or were terrified.

Of course Keaton went right for it. He tongued around the barbell, which pulled a grunt from me. It’d been too damn long since I’d had the pleasure of unanticipated touch there. I didn’t know what Keaton was going to do, and it was so fucking hot. When he gently tugged with his teeth, my hips launched off the chair.

Keaton let his spit drip onto my shaft, then spread it around with a firm stroke. Keaton gave wet and sloppy head. My favorite. I wasn’t going to last long with Keaton putting everything he had into sucking me off. The last blowjob I remembered getting had been halfhearted since the other guy had come first. Keaton acted like he hadn’t gotten off yet. Like the sucking me off was the end goal. Fucking hell. Why hadn’t we been doing this all week?

I gripped the edge of the table and slid my ass farther off the chair, which got me deeper into Keaton’s throat. I gave quick, aborted thrusts as Keaton teased my piercing again. He played with my balls, teased his fingertip behind them, and pressed against the sensitive skin. His immediate mastery of my body made me curl toward him as the tingling warning raced through my gut.

“Move if you don’t want it.”

Keaton pulled off with a pop. “Oh, I fucking want it,” Keaton said in a rough voice before wrapping his lips around me again.

My orgasm slammed into me as soon as the words left Keaton’s mouth. Keaton licked me clean, maintaining slow jerks until I hissed. He tucked me back into my jeans as my chest rose and fell with my quick breaths. As my body regulated, the weariness of the day, the week, the month hit me as soon as the pleasure tingles faded.

Keaton slapped my thighs and stood. “That was fun as hell. Thanks for that.” He trotted off up the stairs.

I stared after him, mouth gaping open. I couldn’t decide if I was relieved or pissed off.

Chapter19

Riggs

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