Page 37 of Two Guys One Puck
Ktytor looks up at me through dark lashes. “I can tell. Why are you so starved for this? Don’t you attract lots of women?”
I feel every word over the sensitive skin. It’s almost impossible to focus on what he’s saying when I want to beg him to suck me. “I work twelve-hour days in the summer. I don’t have time for that.”
No idea why I’m being so honest, but it’s not like it matters.
“I never would have thought.” He flicks his tongue just over my head.
I inhale sharply. “Damn. There’s…a lot you don’t know about me.”
“Clearly. How long has it been?” He keeps teasing, alternating between licking and jacking me off while biting my thighs and hips, and then he takes my balls into his mouth.
I can’t breathe. I can’t focus on anything but his mouth.
He stops and glances up, making me remember he asked a question.
“Months.”
“No wonder you’re so uptight and irritable.” He half laughs, swirling his tongue around my head.
“Then what’s your excuse?” I growl.
“I guess since you made me come, and before that, it’d been years.” The admission shocks me.
I open my lips to ask him about it, but he takes me fully into his mouth, ending the discussion. I thread both hands into his hair, lifting my hips to drive into his mouth. He laughs again, meeting my gaze. We battle for control. He uses both his forearms to shove down my thighs, locking me in place and using his weight. I might be able to fight it, but I don’t. It’s sexy as fuck, and I know he wants to make me come his way.
He comes off licking his lips. “You really don’t like to let anyone else be in control, do you?”
I dig my nails into his shoulder muscles. “Forgive me if I don’t trust you.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me. Is not just me you’re like this with.”
“Stop psychoanalyzing me and suck my cock.” I won’t admit he’s right. But that’s too far. I can’t let him in that close. My dick in his mouth is enough.
“I don’t have to analyze you. I know it already.” He swallows me down.
I can’t argue. I don’t know how he sees right through me, but he does. It’s the reason he pushes my buttons so well. He’s had my number since day one. He brings me closer and closer. I keep looking between him and the door, fear creeping into every aspect of this. And I like it. I know I shouldn’t, but the chance of getting caught makes my dick throb.
Voices filter through the locker room.
I tighten my grip on his hair, trying to pull him off. He fights my hold, bobbing over my cock with no care to what I’m trying to do. “There are people!”
His lips tighten around me in a smile, and still, he ignores it. The voices get closer, and panic creeps up my throat.
“Ktytor!”
He laughs around me, closing his hand around my balls.
“What if they come in here?”
He shrugs, not at all stopping.
“Fuck.” I exhale my words, staring at the door, waiting for it to open. I’d have thought my hard-on would go down, but it doesn’t. I throb into his mouth. “We’re going to get caught. You have to stop.”
Ktytor comes off, still working me over with his hand. “If you want me to stop, maybe you should cum, sweetheart.”
“You’re fucking serious, aren’t you?”
“You’re going to give me what I want.” He takes me in slowly, but I’m already close, and he pushes me towards my orgasm like a runaway train.
