Page 41 of The Tenor's Shadow

Anthony hummed, sending electric shocks down the shaft that hit Freddie at his core. He shook at the overwhelming sensations, putting his hands against the wall behind him for support.

Anthony pulled back, his slick lips dragging across Freddie’s cock and leaving trails of wet pleasure. Freddie was desperate for Anthony to find a rhythm, but when he did, it was painfully slow. Anthony moved up and down, savoring every taste as his mischievous eyes gazed up at Freddie.

The need was unbearable.

“Anthony, please…”

Anthony quickened, giving Freddie some relief, but it wouldn’t last long. Freddie’s legs trembled, but Anthony kept up his brutal pace, never going quite fast enough to push him over the edge. A tingling gathered in Freddie’s balls, an urgent ache that Anthony refused to alleviate.

“Go faster. Please.” Freddie heard the frantic need in his own voice. When was the last time he’d been desperate like this? He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember a time when someone had cared this much about his pleasure. Anthony was hungry for it.

Freddie moaned and bucked as Anthony slowed down the pace even further, then slid off the head of his dick with a pop.

“Do you want to come?” Anthony batted his long eyelashes. Freddie could tell how much he loved to tease. He was in his element.

Freddie nodded, unable to speak.

Anthony flicked his tongue against the underside of Freddie’s cock, and it twitched and pulsed in response. He gasped.

Then, without warning, Anthony was off, fast and wet and punishing. Freddie felt his cock hit the back of Anthony’s throat over and over, his muscles tightening as he got closer and closer to the point of no return.

When it happened, the intensity was overwhelming. He was gone, his body shaking as he poured himself down Anthony’s throat, his eyes clenched tight. He roared, a ragged growl, unable to help himself. It was a feral noise, an animal breaking free from its cage.

The feeling of his fangs dropping dragged Freddie out of the abyss and back into consciousness. He closed his mouth, hiding them. Anthony was still suckling at his cock, squeezing out the dregs of his release.

“That was amazing.”

With a last lick, Anthony pulled off and came to his feet.

“It must have been,” he said, the words spilling from his swollen lips. “You made sounds I’ve never heard come out of a man before. They were almost…inhuman.”

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