Page 51 of Calculated Chaos

Hollister nods. “Yes.”

“I’m thinking about how gorgeous your body is, how delicious your ass looks, how much I want my cock inside of you.”

“Yes,” he whispers. “Yes.”

“Not tonight, but soon.”

“Why?”

“Do you trust me, Holl?” I grip his chin with my free hand. “Trust me to take care of you and give you what you need when you need it?”

He squeezes his eyes closed, nodding.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.”

He nods, his expression wrecked. I know he’s close as he starts thrusting into my fist.

“You want to come so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir. Please.”

“Yeah? Then what?”

“Make you come,” he gushes. “Gah, I want to make you come.”

“How?”

Hollister searches my eyes for a second. “With my mouth, sir.”

My stomach does a somersault. “You sure?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“I hope it’s what you want, ’cause I’m gonna fuck your throat and come all over you.”

Hollister’s entire body tenses. He throws his head back, his nails digging into the leather, and I look down in time to see the sticky ropes of cum shooting from his cock.

The sight nearly pushes me over the edge, but I stumble backward and land in the massive leather chair. A dazed Hollister steps off the platform and falls to his knees, crawling across the wood floors to me. He’s fucking crawling. I squeeze the base of my dick to keep myself from blowing right now.

With his hands on my knees, he gazes up at me with his sexed-out eyes. “May I suck your cock, sir?”

“Jesus, babe.”

“Please?”

“Yeah.”

He practically pounces on me, swallowing my erection with no chill at all, until he gags. All he does is laugh and scoot closer, trying again until he’s got most of me in his mouth. I haven’t had time to wonder what a blow job from my best friend would feel like, but if I had, it wouldn’t be this fucking amazing. I don’t know if it’s his enthusiasm or if he’s just a natural, but goddamn, he’s good. It’s like he’s made it his personal mission to erase every blow job before this one. It’s sloppy and wet and he gags more than once, but with his fingers on my balls and his hot mouth all over my dick, it’s only a few minutes before I’m done.

I bury my fingers in his hair just as my orgasm hits, and I fuck into his throat through it, realizing too late that I didn’t warn him or pull away.

“Oh fuck. I’m so sorry.”

He sits back on his haunches with a dopey grin on his face and my cum on his chin. His hair’s a mess, and his face is red. “For what?”

“I didn’t warn you. Didn’t pull out. I was too into it.”

“I loved it. I wanted you to use me and you did.”

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