Page 35 of Filthy Sweet

Pleasure racks my body, and I practically spasm against him, then laugh. “I’m not good at hiding it.”

Fox grins. “Yup.” He leans back and reaches down and takes my cock. I twitch, all my muscles contracting at the burning relief as he wraps his fist around my shaft. Staring at me like he’s starving and I’m dinner, Fox massages my erection, then drags his fingers through the precum that’s pooled on my belly.

Fuck, his hand feels so good. Rough and firm and perfect.

Fox swipes the precum up. “Do you want this, Owen?” he asks, lifting his sticky fingers, and turns his gaze straight on me.

My heart pounds. He already knows my secrets anyway, and I can’t chicken out now, not after going this far.

I gather my courage, then sit up to meet Fox. He offers me his hand, and I take his wrist to guide his fingers to my mouth, then lick my release from his fingertips.

It tastes salty and sweet. Fox pushes in, stroking my teeth, and I lick him, then suck on his fingers.

“Fuck,” he grunts. Fox pushes me onto my back again, one hand still in my mouth. “You’re hungry for it.”

I nod weakly, an orgasm already rumbling at my base, like an earthquake that’s ready to unleash its havoc. “Yeah,” I breathe, his fingers on my lips, then pout, the urge to tease him rising up. “Why? Do I need to start begging?”

Fox chuckles. “Getting sassy already.” He shoves three fingers back in my mouth, deep, then draws them out and takes my cock. He rubs the saliva down my shaft, enough to ease the burn of his grip without totally relieving the friction, and gives me a slow, steady stroke. “You’re dripping like a fucking hose,” he grunts and slicks my precum to my base.

I let out a deep, low moan, so loud it probably echoes through the party. I open my mouth to say something, try to form a word, but Fox tightens his grip at my base and squeezes my erection from the root back up to my sensitive crown.

“Oh fuck!” I groan, positively unravelling with every stroke. “Fox, I—”

A gasp cuts my voice off. Fox finds a position on his knee, leaning back slightly. He works himself with one hand, stroking his fat cock with a steady rhythm and gripping and pumping me with the other.

“Close!” I reach out, grabbing his wrist, but even when he stops stroking, I still have to fight off my climax, clawing it back. “Sorry. I’m close,” I gasp.

Fox tightens his brow. There’s sweat gleaming across his chest, and all of his muscles are taut. “Don’t apologize.” He squeezes softly at my base, earning a twitch that shoots up my spine and steals my breath. “It’s hot.” He drags his hand down to my sack, then tugs on my tight balls, pulling them from my body. “You’re electric.”

Fox releases his erection and puts both hands on me. He rubs and pinches at my nipples and plays with my balls, then leans over, kissing me on the lips again. I’m sweating and shaking and fighting to keep control, a supernova birthing inside of me, the force of a flooded river crashing down with every thrust of Fox’s tongue.

“Gonna come,” I moan when he strokes my shaft again. “Can’t hold it.”

Fox presses his forehead to mine. “Fuck yeah,” he groans, his hand snaking lightly across my throat as he pumps me. “Give it to me.”

My eyes roll back as I groan. Fox’s fingers stroke my jaw, and the sensation short-circuits my body’s wiring. I hit my climax and feel the explosive release everywhere. My balls clench, and my cock throbs, and Fox groans his approval as I shoot all over my chest.

The world swirls around me, like the noise of the party is in a different galaxy. Then Fox grabs my face, and I collapse back into reality.

My body hums. I’m warm all over, and I can’t think.

“Just missed,” Fox says. He rubs his fingers across my chest, coating them in my semen. “Here. Let me help you.”

Fox crawls on top of me, then rubs his sticky fingers across my cheeks. I start trembling, like mini-orgasms are shattering me from the inside. The wet heat of my release slicks the friction of Fox’s hand on my face, and when he drags his fingers down to my mouth, I lick and suck them clean.

“Fuck yeah,” Fox grunts. He goes back to feeding me, smearing as much across my face and lips as he gets on my tongue. I claw at him like an animal, pulling his body closer to mine, and Fox’s hard cock rubs my thigh.

Oh fuck. This is so fucking hot. What is even happening?

“That’s right,” Fox grunts, grinning at me like I’m the sexiest thing in the world. “You fucking love that, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I moan, licking salty cum from my lips.

It’s not just that I have someone indulging my turn-ons, giving me what I want, what I’m terrified to ask for.

It’s the fact that it’sFoxdoing this. His slate eyes lock with mine, and I have no doubt at all that he’s just as turned on as I am.

I gather my strength and push his chest, shoving him back. His back brushes the dark curtain, and I pull his legs out, then crawl to his cock.

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