Page 84 of In Plain Sight

“Good?” I asked.

“So fucking good,” he moaned, leaning over and arching his back in a way that should have come with a warning label.

Taking that as my invitation to continue, I swiped my tongue over him, lapping and licking at his hole.

His moans and the way he pushed back against my tongue, begging me with both his words and his body for more, made the experience that much hotter.

I loved being able to do this for him, to give him pleasure like this. There was something so intimate about what we were sharing, and my hindbrain really loved that not only was I his first, but that he was also mine.

“Fuck, Zander,” he panted, pushing back against my mouth deliriously. “So good. So fucking good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

A low growl escaped my throat, and I pushed my tongue inside him.

He cried out, his legs shaking and his hands scrabbling for purchase against the smooth wood of the door.

Wanting more of those cries, I fucked him with my tongue. It was messy and wet and uncoordinated, but that didn’t stop him from pushing back against me and begging for more.

“Stop,” he cried, dropping his head against the door with a hollowthunk.

I pulled off immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he panted, his forehead still pressed against the door. “I didn’t want to come yet.”

He’d almost come from having my tongue in him? God, that was hot.

“You were close?”

“Yeah.” He huffed out a strangled laugh. “Still am.”

“Turn around.”

He did, flopping around dramatically, making me smile as he sort of fell against the door.

I took a second to look at his dick, really look at it now that I was up close and personal with it. It was as perfect as I’d thought. My mouth watered as I lifted my eyes back to his.

He was staring down at me in wonder, his lips parted and his eyes glassy with desire.

Raising one hand, he tenderly tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. “You have no idea how many times I pictured this.”

Did he mean with me or with MrNiceGuy? It shouldn’t matter. We were the same person, and it was stupid to be jealous of my own internet handle if he didn’t mean me.

“What did you picture?” I asked.

He bit his lip, looking adorably bashful. “You on your knees.”

“And what am I doing while I’m on my knees?”

“Sucking me,” he breathed, his expression a mix of hopeful and shy.

“Like this?” I wrapped my hand around his length and held him still.

He nodded, his eyes locked on mine.

Leaning in, I swiped my tongue over his slit. His taste filled my senses, and I didn’t bother stifling my moan.

“God, Zander.” He carded his fingers through my hair and pushed the strands back from my face. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” I gave his tip a kittenish lick. “Feels good.”

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