Page 42 of What's Left of Me

“Always. It’s sort of my job right now.”

He chuckled. “Well, maybe for a little while you can do more than just watch.”

I hummed. “You’re bold, Mr. Briar…I like it.”

“Noel?”

“Yeah?”

He rubbed his hand over his T-shirt; he was only wearing that and boxers. “Can we maybe not do the talking thing right now? I just want you to touch me.”

“Whatever you want.”

He reached out and yanked off my towel. It fell to the floor, and it was a good thing I was fairly confident in the looks department considering the way Phoenix was staring at me. There was a mix of fear and awe. I wasn’t small, but I’d been told my body was intimidating. People thought because I was behind a screen all day I wasn’t in shape, but I was.

“Wow,” he breathed.

“Can I?” I motioned to him and he nodded.

I curled my fingers around the hem of his shirt. He lifted his arms and I swiped it clean off. He had a dancer’s body, probably not as toned since he’d been held, but flawless stunning skin laid out like a canvas for my tongue.

I kneeled, loving the small gasp he released. Slowly I pulled down his boxers, revealing the prettiest cock I’d ever seen. My mouth watered and without second-guessing it, I licked the tip.

“Shit,” he moaned.

“More?”

“Oh God, yes please.”

I chuckled, opened my mouth, and relished his taste all the way to the root.

Phoenix held on to my shoulders, his knees noticeably shaking, and while I wanted to scoop him up and toss him onto the bed, I was determined to turn him completely into Jell-O before I moved him even an inch.

The sounds that came from him made me harder than I’d ever been, and his taste alone practically brought me over the edge.

“Noel,” he groaned.

His legs buckled but I held him up as I hollowed my mouth, and when the first burst of his sweet come hit my tongue, I worked him through it, reveling in the sharpness of his nails digging into my flesh. He was undone, and it was beautiful.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

His cock slipped from my mouth, and I finally scooped him up and laid him on my bed. The blissed-out expression on his face was totally making me smug, and I was okay with that.

“I have water, hang on.”

I went to the mini fridge beside my bed and grabbed two bottles, opened one, and handed it to him.

He chugged half of it and smiled at me. “I…can I…?” He gestured to my still-hard dick.

“Oh, you can, but we’re in no rush.” I placed my bottle on the nightstand and lay beside him. “I’m kinda loving this post-orgasmic thing you got going on.”

He playfully swatted me. “I’m kinda dying to suck you off.”

He handed me his water, which I took and put next to mine. Then I licked my lips.

“I’m yours for the taking.”

And the little minx pounced.

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