Page 39 of Fakers with Benefits

“Take your dick out.”

I undid my pants and fished my cock out of my briefs.

“Stroke it.”

“Isn’t that your job?” I asked huskily, running my hand up my length.

“Soon.” He licked his lips, his eyes on my cock. “You’re so hard.”

I huffed out a laugh. “That’s what happens when a gorgeous man sits on my lap and dirty-talks about all the things he wants me to do to him.”

“Vlado is a good driver, right?”

“Huh?”

“This is pretty much the unsafest place for me to be if we crash. Plus, I’ll probably bite your dick off if we do. I’m a cockslut, but I don’t want to die with a dick hanging out of my mouth while they pry me out of the wreckage.”

“That’s…grisly.” I grimaced as my dick went half hard.

“Sorry.” He met my eyes, his expression oddly shy. “I get weird thoughts sometimes and my filter tends to go away when I’m horny.”

“It’s fine. I’d never risk your safety for an orgasm. Vlado is a good driver. He’s never been involved in an accident.”

“Good.” He lowered his gaze to my half-hard cock. “Let me fix that.”

Leaning down, he drew my length into his mouth. Soft and tight and vibrating from his moans, it felt incredible.

Dragging my fingers through his hair, I gently held the strands as he languidly sucked me, teasing me back to full hardness. My cockhead bumped the back of his throat, but he just angled his head and swallowed me deeper.

“Jesus,” I muttered, my hips twitching as he held me there, suckling around my head as he rubbed his tongue along the underside of my shaft.

Slowly, he pulled off me enough to take a breath, then he gripped my thighs and moved down again. His lips pressed against my pubic mound, and he somehow managed to tongue the seam of my sac at the same time.

“Ungh,” I grunted and locked my thighs so I didn’t thrust up into him.

Nick held there for longer than I would have thought possible. I was about to pull him up when he popped off me and gulped in a breath.

“Are you okay?” I rasped.

“Mmhm.” He smiled. “I like it when it hurts a bit.”

Before I could answer, he was back on me, sucking and moving over my dick as he worked me over. Every draw of his mouth and swipe of his tongue sent ripples of pleasure through me. Heat and pressure gathered low in my body, and my thighs quaked with the effort to keep still.

Watching him was almost as erotic as having his mouth on me. He wasn’t just playing a part and pretending to enjoy this. His enthusiasm was so pure, so real, that I found myself hurtling toward my release far too soon.

“I’m close,” I warned, my voice rough and broken.

He pulled off me and sat back on his heels. “Come on my face.”

“What?” I gripped my aching cock as precum slid down my shaft.

“Come on my face. I like it.” He yanked his pants open.

“No.”

He froze.

“That’s my job. I come, then I make you come.”

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