Page 28 of Second Shot

“Gabe,” he corrects, his voice rough. “Call me Gabe. You swallowed my cum, Ryan, don’t you think we should be on a first name basis?”

I shiver when he says my name. “Can I suck you again?” I whisper, embarrassed at how needy I sound, but unable to stop the words.

His smile is tight like he’s feeling conflicted. Tense. “You liked that? You liked my cock in your mouth?”

“I loved it,” I confess breathlessly. “I want more.”

“Yeah?” His hands are already working at the buttons of my shirt. “Sure you don’t want me to stop? I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Fuck that. Take advantage all you want.” I shiver when he pushes open my shirt and scrapes his blunt nails over one of my flat nipples.

A dirty little smile hovers on his lips when I groan. “You’re so fucking desperate for my attention, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper, pressing closer. Why pretend? He can read me like a book anyway. He already knows my secret. He knows I’m hungry for his control. “You’re not going to get me all turned on and then leave, right? Promise you’re not just fucking with me?”

“Oh, I definitely want tofuckwith you, Ryan. I’m not sure we have time for that though. The guys will be waiting for the ice.”

“Screw the ice,” I growl, leaning in to kiss him again. I’m not passing up this opportunity.We can figure out some excuse later, right now, I want anything Gabe will give me. I don’t just want it. I need it. “I want you to come in my mouth again.”

“Little slut,” he rasps, greedily taking my mouth. I moan as his hands roam my back, sliding down to cup my ass. His kisses gradually become more aggressive and I love it. I’m putty in his hands. He can do whatever he wants to me.

I pull back and plead, “Let me taste you.” My heart races as I beg, “Please. I need it.”

He gives a sharp nod, his breathing coming in quick spurts. “Yeah, suck me.”

Excitement surges through me when he gives me permission. I undo his jeans, fingers trembling as I lower his zipper. He watches me, his eyes slits. I slide down to my knees and I tug out his hefty cock.

I inhale his warm, manly scent and then run my tongue along the shaft, tasting him in little velvety licks. Savoring the moment, I take the head in my mouth and let it rest against my tongue, my lips stretched smooth around him. He props himself against the refrigerator, watching. The overhead light catches his eyes, making them almost silver.

I hollow my cheeks and work him deeper, slow, relishing every hard inch and his little grunts, those involuntary huffs each time I findthe right rhythm. He’s too big to take all at once but I try, fighting my natural gag reflex. My eyes tear as I take more of him, and my heart aches with happiness at his groans of pleasure.

“You’re so good at this, Ryan.” His voice is hoarse. “That’s right, take more of my cock in that beautiful wet mouth of yours.”

I moan around his wide shaft, almost preening at his praise. He tastes so good, and I’m so happy he wants me again I could cry. I’m going to make him come so hard, he won’t be able to say no to me ever again.

He presses his hand on the back of my neck, guiding me. I love the feel of his warm palm against my flesh. His grip is firm and steady, holding me where he needs me. I love it. I like that he’s guiding me. Showing me what he needs. Showing me how to please him.

I use one hand to brace at the base of his dick and the other to steady myself on his thigh. I choke a bit and momentarily pull my mouth off his dick. His cock glistens with spit and just the sight of it makes my mouth water. I move forward, once more capturing his thick cock in my mouth.

“Fuck, Ryan, that feels really good,” he says, his voice low and almost reverent. The overhead light catches the sheen of sweat on his face.

My own dick is weeping inside my briefs, making a mess of my underwear. My dick is swollen from arousal, and it’s painful as the engorged shaft strains against the soft fabric, needing freedom. Gabe’s eyes are locked on me, burning with something primal. When I wince and try to adjust my dick, he gives a sharp click of the tongue.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” he rumbles.

I pull my hand away from my cock obediently.

“Are you in pain?” he asks softly.

I nod, his cock still in my mouth.

He smirks. “Oh ,well. Life’s not always fair. You wanted to suck me, so suck me.”

With a whimper, I ignore my aching cock and double down on my efforts to pleasure him. I swirl my tongue around the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock. He lets out a low, guttural groan, his hips bucking slightly. I can feel the tension building in his body, the way his muscles tighten with each stroke of my mouth.

His hand on the back of my neck tightens and his nails dig into my skin. I wince, but keep sucking and licking at his cock. His hips begin to move, thrusting in time with my movements. His breathing is ragged, uneven, and his hips stutter.

“Oh, shit. I… I’m gonna cum,” he warns, his voice strained and gravelly.

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