Page 85 of In Plain Sight

He huffed out a laugh. “So does that.”

With a wicked grin, I ran my tongue around his cockhead, then dragged it down his length in a long, slow lick.

His other hand slid into my hair, his touch gentle and light.

I’d always loved having my hair played with, and Luka was driving me crazy. I just came a few minutes ago, and incredibly, I was already half-hard again.

Ignoring my dick, I drew Luka into my mouth, savoring not only his taste and the feel of his silky skin, but the heavy weight of him against my tongue.

Sucking harder, I moved over him, taking about half of him and stroking the rest with my hand.

“Zander,” he moaned, letting his head fall back against the door.

Releasing his cock, I took him all the way down my throat and swallowed around him, holding him there as I ran my hands over his thighs, his ass, and over his stomach.

His body was incredible, all hard muscle and warm skin. I slid my hand under his shirt and stroked his stomach, loving the little bit of softness.

“Oh fuck, Zander.” His legs trembled, and he tightened his grip on my hair.

I’d originally planned to edge him, to bring him to the brink of pleasure again and again, but he was too close. And that wasn’t what I wanted tonight to be about, not anymore. Luka wasn’t just a guy I was hooking up with. He was my friend, and I cared about him. Playing around with power dynamics was hot as fuck, but it wasn’t the only way to get off.

I wanted more with him.

Hell, if I was being honest with myself, I wanted everything with him.

Releasing him from the back of my throat, I moved over him at a steady clip, sucking hard and watching his face to make sureI tailored every move to his groans and cries so I could give him the most pleasure possible.

His grip on my hair bordered on painful. “Zander, I’m…I can’t.”

I let him fall from my mouth and drew in a few much-needed breaths. “Are you going to come for me?”

“I want to, so bad.”

“You can come.” I resumed sucking him but only managed a few bobs of my head before Luka stiffened and let out a cry I was going to be hearing in my fantasies for years to come.

His cock pulsed in my mouth, and I sucked harder, moving faster to help tip him over the edge.

“Oh fuck!” he slammed his hips forward and jammed his cock down my throat.

I managed to pull back to avoid choking, and he came hard, spilling in my mouth and writhing against the door.

“Oh fuck. I’m so sorry, I’m just…that was—god,” he babbled, letting go of my hair.

I sucked him through it, and when I finally pulled off him, he was slumped against the door and breathing like he’d just run up a dozen flights of stairs.

Wiping my mouth, I stood and wrapped my arms around him.

He fell against me with a satisfied sigh.

“Why are you sorry?” I asked.

“I didn’t warn you,” he mumbled, his strong arms holding me tight.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” I rubbed his back. “You taste good.”

He moaned and slotted his mouth against mine in a messy kiss.

I kissed him back, giving him time to come down from his orgasm and enjoying the chance to hold him like this.

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