Page 94 of The Good Boys Club

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I said. Cian whined in response, brow furrowed, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. “But there are two problems. One, I’ve never sucked off a guy before. I don’t know what I’m doing. And two, I’m gonna come. Like, I’m so fucking close to coming. If we carry on kissing like we are, I’m going to make such a mess in my shorts.”

He cupped my face in both hands. “Oh gods, you’re being serious aren’t you.” The vibrations from his voice travelled through his chest into mine, providing the most microscopicamount of friction, but enough to shove me that much closer to the point of no return.

“Don’t move. Don’t do or say anything. I’m . . . gonna . . . oh, fuck.” I screwed my face up and concentrated hard on letting the moment pass. It wouldn’t. I was just balancing right there on the brink, waiting for one tiny little nudge to push me over.

Cian moved his lips to my ear. “How about . . . Mash Cassidy, you are such—”

“Oh my gods.”

“A good boy.”

“Yep, that’ll do it,” I said, before my orgasm tore through me.

Cian held my face and watched me climax. His moans echoed mine, bouncing off the stillness of the forest. His expression mirrored mine, his mouth making all the shapes mine must have made. His brow was furrowed, his cheeks pink. Wet heat blossomed in my shorts.

“You’re so pretty when you come,” he said, hiding his self-satisfied smirk by pinching his lips between his teeth.

“Fuck me, that was a lot of cum.” I tried to ignore the ickiness.

“Well, I suppose you have been saving it up since . . . this morning. Are we far from the house? We should get you back and cleaned up.”

“About ten, fifteen minutes’ walk. Two-minute drive. But don’t you need to come?” Or shit, had I been the only one so recklessly caught up in the moment? Had I imagined his erection against my hip?

“Yes. I do.” Cian grabbed my hand and brought it to his crotch to feel how unmistakable his need for release was. “But I want to wait until we get back. I want you naked and in the shower, and I really love edging.”

“Oh my gods, are you gonna fuck me in the shower?” I couldn’t decide whether I was nervous or thrilled by the idea.

He hopped off the trunk and began walking through the forest in the direction of the car. “I don’t know if it’s physically possible with our height differences, but if that’s what you want, we can work up to it.”

I bit back my moan. “Great, I’m already hard again.”

Wet Dog Smell

Present Day

Cian

For the entire two-and-a-half-minute drive back to his house, Mash stared at me, his thumbnail tucked between his teeth as he tried to hide his smile. I’d seen this expression on him a thousand times before. This was his horny-as-fuck expression. It had never been directed at me before, though.

And fuck, that felt so good. To be the object of Mash’s desires.

The sheer number of times I’d prayed he would turn around and point those big green eyes towards me, bite his thumbnail, give me that dirty little laugh.

We parked up, and Mash dragged me by my wrist inside the house. I paused outside to tuck my erection into the waistband of my trousers in case anyone was in the kitchen when we marched through.

They were. Kimmy leant against the island, sawdust in her hair, pint of beer in her hand, as she chatted to Riley.

“Hi, sunshine,” Kimmy said when she saw Mash. “Boys,” she corrected when I followed him in.

Mash continued to march me through. “Can’t stop and chat. We had an accident in the woods and we need to clean up.”

“Oh, gods!” I turned my face away from the women so I wouldn’t have to look into their eyes.

“Why did you say that to them?” I asked when we got to Mash’s bedroom.

“They’re werewolves. They can smell it for themselves.”

“Fuck.” So gross. “That’s your mum.”

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