Page 43 of The Last Person
“Fuck,” he whines. That sound is going to live rent-free in my mind forever. He does it again as I relax my throat and take him deep. “Yes, holy—I’m not going to last.”
I smile around his cock and keep going. I’ll get him hard again. Not that I’m in a rush. We’ve got all night to explore each other.
He tugs on my short hair, groaning louder with each bob of my head. Gently, I wrap my hand around his balls and massage them, then slip one finger behind them and massage the perineum.
“Right fucking there. Keep… ah… going…” He’s so whiny and breathless it makes my cock leak.
He tilts his hips so my finger slips back farther.
I flick my eyes up, but his head is tossed back in pleasure. His hands have slipped off my head, and he’s fisting the sheets. Another thing I commit to memory.
He tilts his hips again, and I slip my finger between his cheeks, pressing it lightly against his hole.
He presses against my hand, and I groan around his cock.
“More,” he whimpers, and slowly, I push one finger inside.
His hand lands back on my head, and he pulls hard on my hair as he cries out. “Brian… oh, fuck.”
Cum floods my mouth, and I drink it down, soaking in every deep moan and breathless whine. I don’t want to stop sucking him or let him go, but when he shudders, I finally do.
I hover on hands and knees above him, staring at the beads of sweat trailing down his dark skin. He’s beautiful. His head is still thrown back, eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath.
When his eyes finally open, they lock on mine immediately, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him with a thud. Laughing, I shift onto my side so I don’t smother him.
“I’ve never come like that in my life,” he rumbles, burying his head in my shoulder.
I don’t have the words to respond to that. It’s too much for my brain to process, so I go back to showing him how I feel, twisting my fingers through his hair as I kiss down his neck.
“You’re going to make me hard again,” he groans.
I lift my head and meet his gaze. “And that’s a problem?”
“Fuck no. I haven’t had nearly enough of you yet.” He kisses me again, sweeping his tongue through my mouth before pulling away. “And I haven’t gotten to taste all of you, either.”
He shoves me over and climbs on top of me, staring at my exposed chest. I don’t remember when my shirt came off. Sometime in the kitchen, maybe? I didn’t even notice because I was too lost in Hardy.
He lowers his lips to my chest, pressing feathery kisses to my skin. Not just in a few random places. He moves slowly, covering every inch of my skin with his soft kisses, and making my cock harder with each one.
Stroking his hand over my crotch, he grins up at me. “Does the anaconda want to come out and play?”
“Yes,” I groan. Even though I’m probably going to embarrass myself. The second his hand or his mouth touches my cock, I’m going to blow.
His fluttery kisses continue, building up the tension in my stomach and my balls.
Am I going to come without him touching my cock?
It might happen.
I’ve never been hornier in my life, and I’m ready to explode.
My shuddery breaths increase as he gets closer to the waistband of my suit pants. Get them off. Get me naked. Why am I not naked already?
Unbuttoning my pants, he pushes them down, kissing along my V until he’s almost at my cock.
Then he lifts his lips. A strangled groan slips out of me, and Hardy smiles. It’s his mischievous smile, and right now, I know it’s because he’s enjoying every second of controlling me.
I’ll spank his perfect ass for that later.
