Page 68 of Wristlocked
“You’re everyone’s fucking type,” he mutters. He’s not even looking at me when he says it, watching the bathroom door with a slight scowl on his face. It floors me anyway. I don’t think he has any idea of the power he wields with these casual compliments, all the more devastating because his default is taunting and cruel. I close the distance between us.
“Everyone’s, huh?” I tease. He looks up at me.
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late.” I palm my thickening cock through my sweats, and his eyes track the movement.
“What about Smalls?” he asks, but his voice is husky as he shifts in his seat.
“Do you really think she’ll mind?”
“Only that she didn’t get to watch.”
“Then I’ll have to do it again.” I lean in and grip the back of the couch on both sides of his head. “She can put me on my knees for you, and you can make me choke on your cock,” I promise. “But right now I’m gonna suck you off all on my own.”
I want to own him. I want to use my hands and lips and tongue and every ounce of skill I possess to get inside his head and suck his fucking soul out through his dick.
Sometimes I think it’s why I started up with guys in the first place. My budding sexuality needed a place to be in charge. Gia was fucking overwhelming, especially in the beginning. Even though she wasn’t exactly shy with her feedback, there were mysteries there, because of both her nature and her female body. It was all I could do not to drown in her wake. With guys, it’s different—I know exactly what they’re feeling, and the power in that knowledge turns me the fuck on.
I never told Gia the story, but I bottomed for the first time only about three weeks into my bi-awakening, with a thirty-year-old pro I picked up on the strip and lied to about my age. I needed to know how it felt when it was done right, and I memorized every trick and sensation he wrung from my curious young body and used it to turn myself into a legend.
Gale throws open the blanket and shifts forward, bringing his hips to the edge of the couch. I start with wet, open-mouthed kisses down his throat and chest, sucking barely enough to tease without leaving a mark. He strips my shirt off over my head, and I slide to my knees, feeling his dick swell against my bare torso as I descend. Holding his gaze, I repeat the move he pulled on me the other night, running the flat of my tongue from his base to his tip. He reaches for my head, but I push his hand away.
“Not yet.”
Shockingly, he obeys, gripping the couch cushions with both hands. I can deep throat him, but I want him begging for it first,so I wrap one hand around the base of his cock and swirl my tongue leisurely around the head. Taking him in slow inches, I let my saliva spill over and coat my stroking fingers, and work him like that until he can’t quiet his moans or keep himself from thrusting into my mouth and hand.
“Fucking hell, pretty boy,” he curses when he hits the back of my throat. I draw back, tonguing his slit, and hold his rapt gaze as I slide my slick fingers down over his tight balls to the pucker of his ass. He freezes, clenching against the tip of my finger, but I draw small circles with the barest pressure and hum around his cock until the muscle relaxes.
This time when he threads his hands into my hair, I let him, and without waiting for his thrust, I swallow him down and slip my finger inside him, stroking the sweet spot.
“Shit.I’m gonna—” His fists clench in my hair hard enough to hurt as his cock pulses, and I drink every sweet, salty drop with him still buried in my throat.
“Holy fucking fuck.” He drops his hands limply to his sides, and I can’t help but smile. Gale Shepard, rendered inarticulate for the first time since I’ve known him by my own power. I climb up and straddle his lap, and he pulls me in for a devouring kiss, dragging the last of his cum from my tongue while I rut my trapped erection against his washboard abs.
When the water shuts off in the bathroom, I grab his wrist and shove it down the front of my pants. He wraps his fingers around me without releasing my mouth and, with three rough strokes, has me spilling in his hand.
Jamie emerges to find us sprawled next to each other on the couch, breathing hard, Gale wrapped in the blanket and my shirt thrown hastily over the wet spot on the crotch of my sweats. He looks at us for a minute, his face sour.
“You better wash my fucking blanket,” he says, throwing his dirty bundle of clothes at Gale and disappearing into the bedroom.
Two weeks later, it all goes to shit.
It’s a week before Christmas, and classes are done for the term. Most of the students are already gone from the dorms, so we’re hanging out in the empty lounge. Gia is stretched out on the couch, with her head on Gale’s lap and her feet on mine.
“Are you sure you and Jamie don’t want to come home with me? My mom won’t mind the company. She loves making a fuss at Christmas.”
Gale looks over at where Jamie is sprawled on the floor playing cards with one of the other seniors, Hope. Turns out, when he’s not detoxing or stoned off his ass, Jamie is an okay kid, and he and the shy contortionist have struck up an unlikely friendship.
“Thanks, pretty boy, but we’re good. First family Christmas in three years, figure we should do it together.”
“Sorry, pretty boy,” Jamie pipes up. “No Christmas dick for you.” Well, maybe he’s still kind of an asshole, but there’s no real malice in his voice. Since he’s also still figuring out how to act toward me, I can forgive him for being a bit of a punk. Gale reaches out a foot and kicks at the back of his brother’s head.
“You don’t get to call him that unless you’ve tasted his dick.” He turns to me with a sly look. “You can always come visit.”
Jamie makes a face and ducks his head, while Hope giggles and blushes. I ignore them, caught up in Gale’s blazing eyes. We’re definitely coming to visit.
Jamie hasn’t shown any signs of relapsing, and Gale’s been letting up on the leash a bit. Which means we’ve spent more than a few nights in Gia’s room together. The last time, we tied her to the bed and edged her until she was screaming, before taking turns fucking her into the mattress. As always, Gale’s filthy mouth drove the whole show.
