Page 54 of Two Guys One Puck
“No tie here.” He collapses back.
“If all you care about is winning…”
He half sits up, growling, “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Do you want me to finish?” I say my words over his cock without touching him.
“Yes.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Why?” he barely manages, his cock pulsing without me even touching him.
“Because.”
“Why the fuck do you like driving me crazy so much?” He’s gripping the sheets, frustration throbbing a vein in his forehead.
“I like how you react.” I flick my tongue out, stopping it a millimeter from him.
He presses his eyes closed but finally says, “Please finish me.”
“It would be my pleasure.” I smile, taking him back into my mouth. I love this control over him, all his pleasure riding on what I’m doing.
This feels even more like winning than getting someone to come first.
It’s easy to get drunk on his reactions.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Seaborn grabs me again.
I fight his grip, taking him deeper into my mouth, playing with my gag reflex to really see how far I can go.
“I’m going to come. Shit.” His words come between gasps.
I love it. I swallow, lavishing my tongue around his shaft.
“Ktytor!” He loses it, filling my mouth. I struggle to swallow it all while he lifts his hips, forcing his cock deeper.
And I like it.
He pumps three more times, giving me all the sounds I want before finally collapsing back. “Holy fucking shit, Ktytor.”
I lick my lips rolling off him. “Yes?”
“That was… Fuck.”
“That sounds a little like I won.”
“Maybe.”
I lift my head. “Who knew you were so pleasant after an orgasm? Maybe you should get off before you play.”
“Are you offering?”
I laugh.
“That’s not a no.” He flips around, and we just lay there, coming down.
“When do you have to be back at the hotel?”
