Page 114 of Skotos
He squirmed and ground against me.
“I’m going to fill you so full tonight.”
His eyes opened wide, and a wry grin curled his lips. “Promises, promises.”
“Bedroom. Now,” I ordered, pushing off the couch and leaving him staring up.
He didn’t move.
I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow.
“Can a guy not have a minute to stare at his gorgeous man?”
Damn him. I blushed.
His grin widened. “When did you turn shy?”
“Shut up and get into the bedroom before I shove something in your mouth to keep you quiet.”
His eyes danced. “Now there’s an idea. Why don’t you come bend over my face?”
I hadn’t thought of that, but since he offered . . .
His slurps were loud, and I was sure saliva dribbled everywhere, but I didn’t care. One of his hands gripped my balls, tugging them down, while the other squeezed the base of my shaft. I couldn’t have been harder if I’d been made of stone. Will’shead bobbed up and down, up and down, sending pleasure streaking through me like fire.
“Fuck, Will, that feels so good.”
His hand reached around and gripped my ass, shoving me so far down his throat I wondered how he didn’t gag.
My little pro. I was so proud.
His head bobbed faster.
Waves of heat rushed through me.
“Damn it, Will. You’re getting me close.”
He stopped immediately, craning his head back so my dick fell free.
“Not a chance. I haven’t had you in a month. You’re fucking the life out of me tonight.”
A laugh flew out. “Aye, aye, Cap’n.”
He shoved my chest, making me stumble off him. “Get your pretty Navy ass into the bedroom and grab the lube. You’re gonna need to slick that ship before it docks.”
I laughed again. “You really have to stop the nautical references. They’re about as sexy as chipped paint.”
Will got to his feet, grabbed my hand, and began leading me toward the bedroom.
“If the paint was on you, it would be hot as hell.”
I kissed the back of his neck, and he cooed. “Keep talkin’, sexy boy. You can have my ship or paint or whatever you want.”
Will fell onto the bed, his gaze following me as I walked around to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and retrieved our sacred bottle of slimy goodness.
“Come here,” he instructed, holding out a hand.
I took it and climbed onto the bed, straddling him.
