Page 41 of Two Guys One Puck
I grin wider. “Are you going to jack me off, or are you actually going to suck it?”
Seaborn growls again, lowering down to his elbows, which flexes his shoulders, chest, and arms. “I should edge you like you did to me.”
“Be my guest. You can stay down there all night.”
He flicks his tongue over my tip hesitantly. “You’d fucking like that.”
I involuntarily moan, which seems to give him more confidence. “I’m telling you I would, sweetheart.”
He doesn’t say another word, saying it all with his tongue. There’s no way I’ll last, even if I wanted to piss him off. He takes his time getting a taste, and I’m desperate to be in his throat by the time he takes me fully into his mouth.
I try to fuck his mouth by lifting my hips off the bed, but he pins me to the bed with both arms, forcing me to come at his pace. It’s hot how he takes control. He’s awkward at first but gets a rhythm to his sucking and adds his hand.
This is going to be a problem.
FOURTEEN
SEABORN
Ican’t believe I’m actually about to put a dick in my mouth, let alone Ktytor’s dick. If someone had told me a few months ago this is where our fight would lead, I never would have believed them.
And maybe I’ve lost my mind, but I want to make him come.
Even if I’m still not sure how I feel about a cock in my mouth. He tastes better than I expected. Salty and a little sweet, and I find myself liking it, licking up every drop of pre-cum he leaks. The sounds he makes don’t lie. But what twenty-something-year-old doesn’t like a blowjob? Even a bad blow job is still getting your dick sucked.
I close my lips around his cock, taking him deeper into my mouth. It’s a foreign sensation, but when his dick throbs against my tongue, my own aches. I’m so fucking hot right now, and the last thing I expected to turn me on is giving head. I thought it would be just something someone did to make their partner happy, not get off on it. Boy, was I fucking wrong.
If I didn’t want to come again, I could stay down here all fucking night.
Does that mean I’m gay? Bisexual? My family is pretty accepting. I don’t feel like I’ve fucking repressed this shit. Would I do this to another guy? I cringe, almost losing focus.
Is it just Ktytor I want to fuck?
Maybe I need to see a psychiatrist. Because only wanting to fuck the only guy I viscerally hate has got to be a mental disorder. I do not have enough childhood trauma to explain any of this.
I push it all out of my mind when Ktytor grabs the back of my head. Half leaning, his abs flex, putting him on display like his body was made for my pleasure. His skin has pink undertones and is flushed with desire. I slide a hand up his stomach, needing to touch him. He sits up more, grabbing my wrist, bringing my fingers to his lips to suck on. If I wasn’t hard before, that would have done it. I love his boldness.
“Do you know how pretty you look with your lips stretched around my cock?”
I lift a brow.
“Like an angel.”
I come off, giving my jaw a break, swallowing as I stroke my saliva over him. “You mean God?”
“Fuck the gods.” He tugs on my hair, directing me back down.
I let him, liking it more than I’m willing to admit to myself or anyone else. With each bob of my head, I try to take him deeper, fighting my gag reflex, wanting to make him shoot better than he did me. I’m not even going to ask why this has become a competition because, of course, it has.
“Fuck, Ronan,” he purrs in his accent.
I freeze, gaze flicking up to his. Why do I like my name in his mouth so much?
“Do you not like your name, princess?”
I shrug and keep sucking him off. It caught me off guard and I don’t want to talk about it. I didn’t know he even knew my name. I don’t know his, but now I want to.
“You shouldn’t be this good at head.” He exhales a groan, using both hands to guide my pace.
