Page 22 of Privileged (Adrenalin)

“The idea of sucking my cock turns you on?” The arm wrapped around my waist travels up to cup my neck as he rocks his length against my back.

“Yes.” I press my dick into his hand, silently pleading for more.

More pressure. More heat.More.

“Do you have any idea how hard that makes me?”

“I do.” I press against him, feeling unreasonably proud of the growl he gives me in return.

He pulls his hand from my boxers and spins me to face him. I brace my hands on his chest as he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I thought about these lips wrapped around me every time you left. I’d imagine it was your warm mouth bringing me to release instead of my hand.”

“You thought of me while you touched yourself?” The notion that I’m someone’s fantasy makes my cock even harder.

“Who else would I think about?” He brings his mouth to mine and devours it, unrestrained, sliding his tongue along mine as though he owns it. My ass clenches, from his words or his kiss I don’t know, but I have the sudden urge to make this fantasy play out.

My hands drift down the hard planes of his torso until they’re resting just above his waistband, then I yank his shirt up. He follows my lead, breaking our kiss and lifting both arms to help me pull the material over his head.

Naked from the waist up, I soak in the body I’ve spent weeks trying not to blatantly ogle.Holy hell.I lick my lips and place my palms against his heated skin as he takes my mouth once more. Sliding my hands over the ripples on his stomach, I find his belt buckle and unfasten it. The button and zipper on his suit pants come easily undone, and I slide them and his boxers over his hips as I sink to my knees.

His cock bobs heavily once it’s free, coming to a rest in front of my lips. Framed by a sexy ‘V’ of lean muscle, it’s every bit as beautiful as I envisioned.

Long.

Thick.

Smooth.

I lean forward and drag the tip of my tongue along the underside, tasting a hint of the musk I’ve come to associate with him. He inhales sharply as I travel along his length, his body going rigid when I lick over the tip. Wrapping my fingers around the base I bring him into my mouth, stroking him with my hand as I lick and suck.

I’ve always loved giving blow jobs, and after weeks of curiosity about what Carter was hiding beneath the sheet, I’m happy to explore every inch of him.

Rolling his heavy balls in the palm of my hand, I run my nose along his length, nuzzling the smooth skin as I make my way to his tip. I swirl my tongue around his crown before sealing my lips around it, gently suckling while I knead his sac.

“Oh fuck,” he groans on a heavy sigh, and I fight the urge to smile since it would interrupt my ministrations.

Despite being as solid as granite, his erection is soft against my lips. I close my eyes and inhale the woodsy scent of the massage oil that lingers on his skin as he glides in and out of my mouth.

Strong fingers thread through my hair as Carter rocks against my face, cradling my head as he gives me what I’m willing to take. “Your mouth is heaven, Sloan. Absolute heaven.”

Bracing my hands on his quads, I dip my head lower, taking roughly half of his length. He’s too large for me to swallow without choking, which I hate, but every so often I bob deep enough to take roughly three quarters, and each time I do I increase the suction on the retreat, relishing the way that makes his thighs quake under my palms.

“Sloan,” he growls when I hum around his length. “I’m too worked up to last long.”

Ignoring the warning I pump a little faster, eager to see just how far I can take him.

“I mean it. I can’t hold back much longer.”

Despite the slight ache in my jaw, I hollow my cheeks and suck as hard as I can, determined to push him over the edge. He tries to pull back but I follow, gripping his ass to keep him from moving out of reach. With a strangled cry he relents and pushes forward, pulsing in my mouth as his release consumes him.

I try to take everything, but it’s too much, too fast. Covering him with my hands I stroke him through the finish, his cum seeping through my fingers and seeping from my mouth.Why is that so hot?

“Sloan, fuck.” His chest heaves as he tries to steady his breathing. Grabbing his shirt off the floor he wipes my hands and pulls his pants up to rest on his hips. Then he pulls me off the floor, tosses me over his shoulder and stalks down the hall. “That was incredible, but since you’ve rendered me useless for the next thirty minutes or so we’ve got a lot of time for me to return the favor.”

Yes, please.

Carter deposits me on the bed and tugs my company polo over my head, tracing the faint outline of the muscles on my torso. “God you’re pretty.”

The compliment makes me blush, though not because I appreciate the praise. I’ve always been on the slim side, my muscle definition due more to my lean figure than actual strength, and while I’m not so small as to be considered a twink, I’m hardly masculine and cut like Carter. I’ve learned how to make my physique work for me, and I’m not unhappy in my own skin, but put me next to a guy like Carter and it’s hard not to feel a little underwhelming. Usually, that would make me a tinge self-conscious, especially if the wordprettyis used to describe me, yet the hunger in his gaze has me feeling uncharacteristically confident. Sexy even.

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