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He meets my eyes, then chuckles. He unbuttons his pants, but leaves them on as he comes over to me. I don’t know why, but I step back, my heel hits the bed, and I fall back. I prop myself up by the elbows as he slowly crawls over me, his face above mine.
“You’re already hard,” he points out.
“Good job, Captain Obvious. It’s pokin’ your stomach.”
He cracks another smile. “I’m getting used to your sass. It’s cute, how you always give me this attitude, but you’re really just craving my mouth on your cock right now.”
That shuts me right up.
He slowly descends into my neck to kiss it, which makes my eyes roll back and shut. His lips are something else. They cherish everything they touch like it’s the first and last time they’ll ever touch it. Then he’s on my chest. His lips graze my right nipple, and I let out a groan before I can stop it.He’s working me up so fuckin’ much, I can’t stand it. My heart beats faster the lower he goes, down my stomach, down my abs, slowly, teasingly, to my crotch.
Then his mouth engulfs my entire cock, down to the base.
I didn’t expect him to take the whole thing at once.
Just like in the restroom, my hands fly to his hair by instinct, grabbing on as if I’ll fall somehow if I don’t. My hands go up and down slowly with his head as he sucks me off with such strength, I can’t help but groan with uncontrolled delight every time he goes down. My insides are spinning. I could cry I’m so fucking happy.
The commitment he gives to sucking me off. The unwavering attention, like I’m the only person in the fucking universe. The rush of chemicals and tingles and excitement down below, causing my breaths to come quicker and quicker.
I realize too late how fast I’m climbing with every bob of his head, closer and closer. “G-Go slow, slow—fuck—slower—” I beg.
He lifts his mouth off my cock and glances up at me, a smart look in his eyes. “Need me to slow down?” he asks almost sweetly.
Right before I shoot my load all over his face.
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BRIDGER
“I’m so fuckin’ embarrassed,” Anthony groans from the bed.
“It’s okay, it’s fine,” I say from the sink.
“No, it’s not!”
“It really is, Anthony, it’s fine.”
“If it wasfine, your ass wouldn’t still be washing my jizz out of your eyeballs!”
I twist off the faucet and bring the towel to my face, patting it dry. “Hey, at least I know I still got it, right?” I tease him. He says nothing back. I turn around to find him lying back on the bed with his arms up and crossed over his face. We’re both still naked. His cock is still hard. I don’t think he cleaned up at all. “Anthony …”
“I wanted to go all night,” he whimpers behind his arms. “I’m not some premature-ejaculatin’ knob goblin who can’t hold back longer than five minutes.”
“Agreed, you’re not. Also, I don’t think that’s … quite what a knob goblin is.”
“Whatever.”
I come back to the bed with a washcloth and sit next to him, putting a hand on his thigh. “It’s okay.”
“Careful,” he says in a mocking tone, “touch my thigh in the wrong way, I’ll spray rockets all over the ceiling.”
“Anthony …”
“I’m like aboywho just discovered hiswiener.”
I smirk down at him in thought. Honestly, I don’t know how much of this is him performing his disappointment, or if he really is as mortified as he claims to be. Either way, it’s a little adorable.
I decide to take him seriously. I lie down next to him. “We’ve got all night. You’ll probably be up for trying something else in an hour for all you know. Even in a few minutes.”
