Page 17 of Ignite: Tony's Story
Adding my own spit to my palm, I wrap my fist around him again as I take his mouth again. I squeeze as I stroke, ravaging his mouth until he’s moaning. I pump his cock until he comes undone, aiming the spurts of hot cum at my stomach.
Tony leans back against the wall, catching his breath with a shocked look on his face. His gaze flits down to the erection pressing against my jeans. I keep my eyes on his as I unbutton my pants and unzip my fly. My cock bounces free as my pants fall to the ground.
Keeping my eyes on him, I spread his cum down my stomach and over my cock, using it to lube myself as I begin to stroke.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, his mouth open as he watches me. A hand tentatively jerks towards me, but he seems unsure and pulls it back. I let go of myself for a moment to grab his hand in mine and put it on my cock. I cover his hand with mine and stroke, showing him how I like to be touched.
A bead of pre-cum builds on the head of my cock, and Tony’s tongue darts out again. His pupils are dilated. He swallows twice, like he has an excess of saliva in his mouth.
Cocking my head to the side to study his reaction, I try something else.
“Taste it,” I say firmly.
His gaze snaps to mine for a moment, his brain processing what I just ordered him to do. I can tell that he’s not entirely sure about how he feels about being told what to do, but I can also tell that at least part of him appreciates it. Despite having just come, he’s already twitching back to life.
Slowly kneeling on the ground, he leans forward and flits his tongue out. He rolls the taste of the pre-cum around in his mouth. His eyes seem unsure of what to do next.
I cradle his head in one hand, holding and guiding my cock with the other. Taunting him, I rub the tip across and around his lips before pushing just the tip inside his mouth. His tongue swirls around it before his mouth closes around me, getting used to the idea. His dick is hard again too, I notice.
“Open,” I say, and this time he doesn’t hesitate to do what I tell him. He opens wide, sticking his tongue out like he’s guiding my cock into his mouth.
“Do you taste yourself on my cock, Bunny?” He doesn’t love the nickname, but it makes my cock even harder to see his eyes flash.
He takes me as far back as he can. His gag reflex can’t handle much, but he still surprises me. While he does his best to relax his throat, he wraps his hand around the base of my cock. He squeezes and pumps while he sucks me, and it feels so fucking good.
“Fuck yeah, Bunny. Just like that.”
Yesterday, that nickname annoyed the shit out of him. But in this context, it seems to spur him on, and he bobs up and down on my cock while his hand works the part he can’t take in his mouth.
“Tony,” I warn, giving him a chance to pull away. I’m close to coming and I need to know what he wants me to do with that.
I think back to last night and the way Mara drank him down, slurping like a delicious milkshake. Unexpectedly, Tony doubles down, pumping and sucking even harder until I cry out. Not able to control the jerky movement of my hips as I come, I brace myself on the wall and end up thrusting a little farther back than what his comfort zone might be in. He chokes on my cum, some of it splashing out the side of his mouth when he coughs.
Panting, I pull him up from the ground and push him against the wall, kissing him deeply. I lick the taste of myself off his chin and lips, reaching for his hardened cock and getting ready to drop to my own knees.
“Fuck, I−“ He’s cut off by a phone ringing in the next room. “That’s Bennet’s ringtone, I− shit I have to take this, I’m sorry.” He leans forward to steal another kiss before bending to grab his towel and running off.
I’m in the dining room work space setting up my things when he comes back. Holding a finger to his lips, he puts the phone on speaker so he can use his hands to log on to his computer.
“… keeps getting deeper. Every time I turn another page or find something new, I see another place where my father has been, ruining lives. And that’s not all, Tony−“
The man, I’m assuming Bennet Adley, pauses for a moment. “I’m listening,” says Tony. “I’ve got you on speaker so I can type.”
“Oh, no, it’s not that. My brain is on overdrive, trying to process all of this.”
“Where is everyone? Is the girl okay?” I notice then that there’s no sound in the background, which is notable considering they have a houseful right now.
“They’re fine,Sixis fine.” Yesterday, he told Tony that they’d found a small number six tattooed behind her ear. They’re using it as a nickname now, which is certainly better than not having a name to call her. “We’ve been running through the data you sent, plus a bunch of stuff we found that I haven’t had time to tell you about yet. That’s why I’m calling. Everyone else took a walk to process some of what we learned today.”
“What’s going on, exactly?” Tony asks, looking up at me. I think for a moment that he might take Bennet off speakerphone, but if that’s what he was thinking, he decides against it.
“Where to even start… I guess first is the financial data you sent. I told you about my father funneling a massive ton of money into this company, BioCere, Inc, which I originally thought was a shell company of some sort, especially since the address led us to an old warehouse. But the private investigator checked it out, and it’s surrounded by heavy security, all wearing the same uniforms as the guys that came searching for Six in the hospital. And he saw my father there, looking pissed off and being escorted in like he owns the place.”
Tony’s eyebrows shoot up and I quietly scoot closer. This is getting interesting.
“I also found payments that BioCere and my father were making to a handful of people, including all four of the guys I’m currently staying with.”
Whaaattt. My mouth gapes open and Tony gives me a stern look to make sure I don’t make any noise.
