Page 39 of Tossed into the Mob
“Mmmm,” he mumbled.
I draped my arms around his neck until he was hovering over me. His hard cock brushed against my thigh, sending shivers up and down my spine. He blocked out the light from the lamp, creating a Treyton shadow over my body.
With his palms planted on the mattress beside me, he licked and kissed a trail from the base of my throat to my midsection. I needed him to go lower, but the tease that he was stopped and plunged his tongue into my belly button. Gods, his tongue was masterful because my body was on fire.
“You okay?” he whispered as his eyes searched mine.
“Yes,” I managed to get out. “And no. You’re not inside me.”
“Oh, is that what we’re doing? Got it.”
I smacked his butt, the sharp sound echoing around the room, and his eyes widened. Goody. I’d taken him by surprise.
“Like that, is it?” Bending his head, he captured my nipple, and his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.
My body jolted upward as molten waves of pleasure rippled through me. He released me and kissed the hard point. This man who I thought was my friend had me bathed in sweat, slick streaming from my hole, and me desperate to have him fuck me.
I was tethered to his man in a way I didn’t understand, but I was willing to go along for the ride, wherever it might lead.
His chest brushed against mine as he slithered lower, his tongue dancing over my skin and creating goosebumps in its wake. I parted my legs further, thinking he was going to give me a blow job, but after a speedy swirl of his tongue over my shaft, he kissed the tip. I arched my back, offering myself to him, but he nibbled my slick-coated thigh and cupped my balls.
I pulled him back up for a kiss, savoring the sweat and slick on his lips, but he pulled away and hoisted himself up. With one hand on the bed, he took hold of his cock and stroked it.
“Not fair. You’re a big tease.”
“Big, huh?”
His hardness nudged my inner thigh, and I gasped and tensed, ready to accept him. He was big, alpha big, and I longed for him to fuck me hard.
I let out a long slow breath. “So very big.”
He slid the head around my entrance. More damn teasing.
“I want your cock.” I grabbed his length, making it my prisoner. “Now.” Not waiting for him, I eased the tip inside me.
We both gasped, and I panted because even the head was huge.
“You sure you’re okay?” He brushed hair off my face.
“Mmmm.” I lifted my hips and another inch glided in. He paused, allowing me to adjust to his enormous dick. Lifting my head, I glanced between my parted thighs. Gods, his big, beautiful, pink cock was wedged in my channel, sending heat pulsing through my veins.
I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his hip, pulling him closer. His length slipped inside me, inch by inch and then more inches. Our eyes were locked on one another as he filled and stretched me, and my leg hugged him tight as I relished the warmth of his skin beneath mine.
When he was sheathed deep inside, he closed his eyes. “You’re so tight, Brock. I love being in you.”
“Maybe you’ll like this even more.” I squeezed around his length, and he yelled, breathing hard and telling me to stop.
“Stop?”
“No, don't stop. I mean yes, stop, or I’ll come. I don’t know.”
I trailed a finger along his jawline. Treyton, maybe he could bemyTreyton, was befuddled ‘cause I was taunting him. I squeezed harder before releasing him, and he hissed.
He eased out, and I gripped the bedding, anticipating some hard and fast thrusting. But he hitched my leg higher, changing the angle of my body, and slowly slid into my channel.
A tiny smile played on his lips as he pulled out and slammed into me, making me moan and the bed squeak. My cock bounded up, and Treyton licked his lips as he eyed it.
Flinging my other leg upward, I pressed it against his chest, but he hauled it higher and his tongue caressed my ankle before he nibbled the skin.
