Page 59 of I Blame the Club

“Right here, right now.” He nips my finger before grabbing my waist and hauling me against him, “That’s my time and place.”

I don’t get a chance to respond before his mouth crashes on mine and my heart goes soaring upward. Shoving his tongue deep in my throat, I meet him stroke for stroke as he grips my ass and grinds against me. He backs me up until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and we go toppling on it, both of us wrestling for control.

By the time Mo manages to pin me to the bed, I’m panting and his arrogant smile has my erection throbbing against the material of my jeans.

“Babe, you need to lose that shirt. ASAP.”

I tug him back down for another scorching kiss while I pull the shirt over his head. Hard muscle scraps against my hands, making every cell in my body weep with the need to worship that perfectly sculpted body.

Flipping us so his back is against the bed, I start kissing my way down those photoshopped abs, letting my hands roam beneath the waistband of his pants.

“I don’t normally let guys be on top.”

Mo kisses my neck, thrusting into my hand when I stroke him for the first time.

I grin, straddling his legs so he can’t escape, “And here I had you pegged for a bottom.”

He laughs, slipping his fingers into my own waistband, “Not in this lifetime, Montez.”

“Pity. Guess I’ll have to make-

My words come to a halt when Mo presses a finger against my hole. I gasp, feeling him circle the tight ring of muscle, teasing me with the pressure.

He smirks, making a show of licking his fingers, “Do us both a favour and put that mouth of yours to good use.”

I have never stripped a man of his clothes faster.

Tossing the rest of Mo’s clothes aside, I’m about to get my first taste of his raw masculinity when he grabs my head.

“Take off your clothes. I want you to come while my cock is down your throat.”

Skin burning with fever, I release his member and make quick work of my clothes. He strokes himself as he watches me, the lust filling his expression the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I crawl back on the bed, my body vibrating with need as I go down on the one man who was supposed to be untouchable.

Licking a path from base to tip, Mo lets out a moan as I swallow him down the back of my throat. My tongue presses on his slit when I suck back to the top and the grip on my hair tightens each time I swallow him back down.

“Fuck.”

Mo thrusts into my mouth and I let my throat constrict around his cock in a way that I know feels amazing. He moans again, the sound triggering my own dick to twitch from the inattention. Mo notices immediately.

“What did I tell you to do?”

My hand doesn’t need to be told twice. Within seconds I’m moaning around Mo’s cock as I slide a hand up and down my length.

He grins, stroking my stretched jaw, “That’s a good boy. Come for me.”

My strokes get harder and faster as I take Mo back down my throat, my fist pumping twice as fast as I’m sucking. It doesn't take long until I’m ready to burst, and with every thrust and swallow, Mo’s control starts to slip.

“Hurry up and come, Nico. I’m close.”

He growls my name and that’s what does me in.

I go flying over the edge while Mo watches with a satisfied grin. Never one for a solo finish, I give his balls a hard squeeze and he follows close behind. He explodes in my mouth andI swallow every last drop, savouring the saltiness coating my tongue.

Kissing my way back up his chest, I don’t stop until I reach those wicked lips. Mo accepts his taste eagerly, kissing me back with just as much lust as before.

“Did I put my mouth to good use?”

I feel him smile against my lips as his finger strokes my cheek softly.

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