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I manage to find a rhythm, bobbing my head up and down his cock, stroking my tongue along his shaft with every suck while I roll his taut sac against my palm and circle his nipples with my fingers. He thrashes and pants, trying so damn hard not to thrust down my throat. What a fucking gentleman. God, it makes me like him even more. Not just want to get hot and sweaty and horny with him, but goddamnlikehim.
I pinch his nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and I’m rewarded with a thick, salty pulse of precum.
“I’m close,” he groans in warning.
I hum, meeting his eyes, trying to communicate without words that I want him to give it to me. I want his cum in my mouth. I want to know what it feels like to swallow his orgasm.Please, please, please.
My hips roll and jerk involuntarily, my cock dragging against the fabric of my jock. It’s not enough friction to get me off, but just enough to make my balls ache. I bob my head faster and pinch his other nipple. That’s all it takes. AJ jackknifes off the couch, forcing his cock deeper into my throat without meaning to. I gag at the sudden intrusion, my throat squeezing tight around his cockhead as my stomach clenches and my body convulses. He wails my name, muttering curses and apologiesas his fingers find their way into my hair and his cock pulses rhythmically against my tongue.
I pull back just enough to catch the last few volleys of cum on my tongue. It’s hot and sticky and bitterly salty… and I want to suck a gallon more out of his balls right fucking now. I moan, shoving the hand that was cupping his balls down my shorts.
I grasp my cock while his is still in my mouth, twitching against my tongue with the aftershocks of his orgasm. As soon as I start to jerk myself, my balls tighten and the heat in my stomach starts to coil. My lips are still wrapped around AJ’s softening cock, and that’s what pushes me to the edge in record time—the weight of his dick in my mouth, the lingering flavor of his release on my tongue, the flush of his skin and the unsteady rise and fall of his chest as he tries to catch his breath.
My toes curl and my cock stiffens in my grip, and I groan around him. AJ’s eyes bore into mine with a satisfied, intense look as he watches me come, spilling ropes of cum inside my jock. I suck his softening cock and fuck my fist, chasing every pulsing, dizzying wave of pleasure that washes over me until my balls are drained.
I finally release his cock and he makes a strangled noise. I slump forward and let my head fall against his thigh. The dark, coarse hair feels nice against my cheek, and the warmth of his skin radiates through me, making it feel like I’m wrapped in a warm blanket.
He groans after a minute and I pry my eyes open to look at him.
“I don’t want to go to work. I’d rather stay here and just keep… doing this,” he says with a weak, hoarse chuckle.
“Me too.” I turn my head and kiss the inside of his thigh, inhaling another dizzying hit of the musky smell that’s all AJ. “We can dothisagain later though.” I give him a teasing smileand nip at his thigh. He gasps, then laughs, his eyes locking on mine.
“Yeah?” he asks, like he really needs the reassurance that this isn’t something that’s about to end abruptly without any warning.
“Yeah.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
AJ
I’m stillin a minor daze from that epic blowjob when I reach Sweat. I spent the short walk from the apartment thinking about the look on Slater’s face right before he took my cock in his mouth, like he was in heaven or some shit. I run my hand over my mouth, trying to wipe the grin off my face before I step in there. It’s impossible to stop smiling though. The second I go inside, they’re all going to be able to tell with one look at my dopey face that Slater and I hooked up. Maybe once all these endorphins and hormones or whatever wear off I’ll be more embarrassed about it, but right now it doesn’t feel like the worst thing in the world for them to know.
Sweat is always busiest on Saturday mornings. Maybe everyone is trying to work off the booze they drank the night before or desperately trying to get jacked before they go out on the hunt for ass tonight. Either way, it’s my least favorite day of the week to be here. It’s noisy and crowded and half the time my morning training appointments flake due to hangovers. Joke’son them, they still have to pay my training fee for last minute no-shows.
“Ajaaaax!” Butch shouts as soon as I step inside. “Our newest Rainbow Mafia recruit. Welcome to the family.” He’s spotting his client at the bench, so he can’t go anywhere, but he gives me an air high five from across the room.
Heat rises in my cheeks and I chuckle. I was so wrapped up in everything going down with Slater last night that I didn’t really stop and think about the fact that I kissed him in front of everyone. Maybe it’s because they’re all gay, but it doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. There aren’t any knots in my stomach, no denials or explanations rising in the back of my throat, nothing but that same stupid grin on my face that just refuses to quit.
Silas just gives me a nod in greeting and Callan fist-bumps me as I pass. Dre is nowhere to be seen this morning, but that’s not unheard of on the weekends. The perks of being the owner, right? I glance around for Fender, bracing for whatever out-of-pocket gremlin shit he’s going to come up with. He saunters out of the back room with his hands wrapped and a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. I don’t know if he has a sparring partner this morning or if he’s just been going at the punching bag hard, but he’s obviously been getting a solid workout in.
He pushes his hair out of his face and the move reminds me of Slater. My stomach flutters and my smile tugs a little wider. How many hours until I can get my ass home to hang out with him again? Like, eight. Ugh.
Fender spots me and smirks.
“Hey, man, thanks for that assist last night. That twink wasfiiiiiire.” He singsongs that last word and does prayer hands like he’s thanking god for the bountiful ass he received.
I frown for a second, then remember the guy who offered to buy me a drink before I kissed Slater. Everything outside of thememory of Slater’s lips and hands and… yeah, all of it, is kind of a blur.
“Uh, you’re welcome. What was his name? Josh or something?” I drag my hand over the rough stubble on my chin.
Fender makes a face. “His name wasJosh?”
My eyebrows shoot up. “You didn’t bother to ask yourself?”
“Of course not.” He waves dismissively. “Seriously though,Josh?”
“What’s wrong with the name ‘Josh’?” Silas asks.
