Page 44 of Bad Boy
“Suck on my balls,” I manage to choke out, spreading my legs even wider and attempting to give my dick a reprieve so this doesn’t end too soon. He pops off, trailing little wet kisses south, where he draws one of my balls into his mouth and sucks gently. He strokes me while he does this, and I can’t help but thrust into his hand.
“So good,” I praise, gazing down at him in wonder. “So fucking good for me, Linc.”
He preens, a soft blush staining his cheeks, before he makes his way back to my dick, sucking me down again.
I’m so close, and the dirtiest thought occurs to me. One to push his comfort zone even further.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
He obeys, releasing my cock with a wetpop, and quickly opening wide. And then I’m shooting my load all over his flattened tongue with a restrained grunt. “Don’t swallow,” I manage to grit out as I squeeze my dick until every last drop is wrung out.
His tongue darts back into his mouth, and he holds my cum there, waiting for further instruction.
“Such a good boy,” I praise, running my fingers through his soft hair and making him whimper.
“C’mere.” I’m slurring my words, and we haven’t even started drinking yet.
He listens, and I pull him onto my lap, fusing our mouths together and swapping my cum in a filthy, nasty kiss.
“Now swallow.” He does with a whimper, his cheeks and cock flushing a brilliant pink, a dopey smile on his face.
Oh. This is going to be fun.
A phone buzzing three times in rapid succession has the desire in my veins turning ice cold, halting any plans to possibly take this further than mutual blow jobs.
I wrap my arms around him and squeeze tight, pressing his still-hard cock against my abs. “That, Preppy, was an amazing fucking blowie. How the fuck are you a pro on the first try?” It’s like he gets As in everything he does.
He ducks his head into the crook of my neck, his breathy laugh tickling my skin. “I think it’s my new favorite thing,” he admits shyly.
“Yeah?”
He nods into my neck, whispering, “Can I do it again later?”
I softly trail my fingers up and down his spine, eliciting a delicious shiver from him.
“Fuck, yeah, you can. Anytime, Preppy. Any. Fucking. Time. Day or night.”
I’m rewarded with more melodic laughter before my phone buzzes two more times and then begins ringing ominously.
My heartbeat falters for a second, and my smile slips. I help Lincoln off my lap.
“I better check that,” I say calmly, belying the unease rumbling under the surface.
“We should probably eat, too. I’m starvin’,” Linc says. “All that strenuous activity,” he adds with a mischievous glint in his eye.
I jump up, slipping my jeans back on sans underwear. “I’ll show you strenuous activity,” I growl, reaching for him again, even as my phone continues to be a literal buzzkill in the background. Lincoln scrambles from the bed, laughing. I’m glad he’s oblivious to the inner turmoil raging inside me at the moment.
He slips his clothes back on slowly, unconcerned by his own nudity, causing a small smile to tug at my lips. He’s so different when it’s just us, and he seems to be letting loose more and more each day.
“I’ll get the sandwiches your mom made,” he says excitedly, and I chuckle even though my heart is racing and my palms are sweaty.
I blocked Unknown, but that doesn’t mean they can’t find another phone to use. It’s not like I asked Mom to change my number. She would have been instantly suspicious and questioned me about what I was up to.
I tug my hoodie on, grab my phone from my backpack and tuck it into the front pocket, and follow Linc to the kitchen.
“Would you like to eat outside? It’s really nice out. Not too cold, yet.”
“Sure,” I agree, hating that I’m distracted by the lead weight in my pocket. I’ve never been afraid of much, but here I am, unable to open my damn text messages. I wish this fucker would just show their cards and quit playing games. I’m not about this cat-and-mouse bullshit.
