Page 102 of Time to Shine

“Yeah you are. It’s hot. Love having that much attention on me. Turns me on.” As if to prove it, precome began to pearl at his slit. Landon licked his lips, which just about killed Casey. “Keep going. Get me fucking dripping.”

Landon did, working Casey with careful fingers until his cockhead was glistening. Casey was losing the ability to give instructions.

“You can—fucking hell—you can go faster. And maybe...lube...oh god.”

Landon didn’t move. He was still staring at Casey’s dick like he’d never seen anything so fascinating. Then, in a quiet rumble, he said, “Could I—would you mind if I tried to...suck you? A bit?”

“Oh shit. Yes. Please do that.”

Landon leaned in slowly, then surprised Casey by giving the head of his cock a sweet little kiss. Then he began lapping at his slit, and Casey was in heaven. He groaned and rolled to his back, and Landon followed, positioning himself between Casey’s legs and taking him in his mouth.

“God, you look good doing that,” Casey said. He could barely think anymore; he could only state facts. “Your eyes are so pretty. You’re so pretty.”

Landon moaned around his cock and kept sucking, harder now, more confident. He returned his hand to Casey’s balls and must have felt how tight they were getting already. There was no way Casey was going to last much longer, but that was okay because he really wanted to get his hands on Landon.

“Keep going like that and I’m going to come,” he warned. “Like, hard. Holy fuck.”

Landon hummed.

With the last scraps of coherent thought, Casey tried to spell out the situation. “In your mouth. If you don’t pull off I’m gonna—shit, fuck. Fuck!” He gripped Landon’s shoulder with one hand and grabbed a fistful of bedsheets with the other. Landon kept sucking, the stubborn fucker.

Well, Casey had warned him. And now all he could do is gasp and swear and writhe on the bed because he was riding the edge. God, he loved sex. It was so awesome.

“Coming,” he managed to pant, and then he was. Landon stayed on him, letting Casey empty himself into his hot mouth. Casey wasn’t quiet about it at all, so he hoped he was right about the thick walls.

Landon pulled off slowly and drew himself up until he was kneeling between Casey’s boneless legs. He pressed his lips together, brow furrowed.

“Thoughts?” Casey asked.

“I could use some water.”

“There’s a—” he waved a hand toward one corner of the room “—thing over there.”

He had a fancy crystal decanter of whiskey and two glasses sitting on a table by one of the windows. He’d never used it. Landon grabbed a glass and took it to the bathroom. A minute later, he emerged with the glass at his lips.

“You good?” Casey asked. Landon’s cock was hard, so that was a plus.

Landon nodded. “I liked that. Just, you know. The taste is a bit...weird.”

“Yeah, sorry. I thought the lemonade would help.”

Landon sputtered his next sip. “Wait. You think drinking lemonade will make your jizz taste better?”

Casey shrugged. “Can’t hurt.”

Landon smiled and shook his head.

“What?” Casey said. “It’s not the only reason I drink it.”

“Sure.”

“By the way, that was fucking amazing. I can’t believe how hard you made me come.”

Landon set the water glass on the nightstand and sat beside Casey. “Yeah?”

“I mean, you heard me.”

Landon poked his arm. “All of Calgary heard you. Probably Edmonton too.”

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