Page 219 of The Storm Boys Series Collection

“Oh fuck,” I cried as he sucked me in.

And it would’ve been so easy to get lost in the pleasure, the heat and the glide, how he sucked...

I had to remember to focus on him.

So I took him all the way in, sucking and swirling my tongue, opening my throat. He moaned around my cock, his body trembling, and I didn’t ease up. I worked him hard and fast, holding the backs of his thighs, his arse, as I swallowed around him.

He grunted, his body jerking in my arms, and his tongue worked its magic on me. So hot and wet, and he could suck so hard. I was close. I wanted to come so bad but I needed him to come first.

I snuck a finger in to draw a line along the seam of his balls to his hole. He bucked his hips, groaning around my cock, his entire body went rigid, and he shot his load down my throat.

His groan, his tightened throat, the way he held me was enough to end me. My orgasm ripped through me and I tried to pull out, I tried to warn him, but he only held me tighter as I came.

He grunted with every spurt, with every wave of pleasure.

Until he finally released me and we both collapsed, breathing hard. My head was still spinning.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Mm. I think you broke my throat.”

I barked out a laugh but sat up and helped him sit up too. I gently touched his throat. “Does that feel okay?”

He winced when he swallowed.

“Let me see. Open wide.”

“No. Opening wide is what broke it.”

I didn’t mean to laugh, but given he was talking and joking, I was sure he was fine. “Okay, it’s not broken. And just for the record, I tried to pull out and you pulled me in deeper.”

He made a face and shrugged. “I’m not sorry in the slightest.” But then he winced again when he swallowed.

“Let me get you a drink.” I opened a bottle of water for him and he sipped it. “Better?”

He gave a nod. “I’m still not sorry.”

I snorted. “Okay, but maybe rest it for a bit.”

“Are you telling me to shut up?”

I chuckled. “No. Just take it easy. No singing.”

“Have you ever heard me sing? Ever?”

“No.”

“And for that, you can be thankful.”

I leaned over and gave him a soft kiss. “I love you.”

He gave me a smile and nodded, his cheeks red, immediately uncomfortable. “Same.”

I knew he loved me. I did know that. But man, I had to admit, it started to hurt a little not hearing him say it. And it wasn’t his fault... I knew that too.

So I tried to make a joke out of it and pretended he’d shot me in the heart. “Oh, so close, but yet, so far.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

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