Page 55 of Hooks In

“That’s actually not obvious.” I shake my head. “You could have. How would I know?”

He narrows his eyes at me to tell me I’m playing a dangerous game, so I just chuckle.

“Ok,” I say with a nod. “Study up.”

I slide off the couch to my knees before him, nudging his legs apart. As I reach up to pull his pants down, I sense a tentativeness. But the heat in his eyes tells me to ignore it.

And as I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, his hesitation immediately evaporates. He moans softly as I slowly take him in and out of my mouth, increasing my pace on him. The last time I did this, it was frantic and rushed. This time, I want to taste this cock and fucking savor it.

I hear a breath escape him, followed by another small groan. And as his fingers wind through my hair again, I can’t help but moan with him, and raise my eyes.

I release him from my mouth, bringing my hand up to stroke him. “Watching, Tiger?”

His grip in my hair tightens, pulling a smile from me. My eyes stay glued to him as I drop my head again, and lick slowly from his balls to his tip.

He swallows and squirms slightly, so I do it again.

“You like that?” I ask, then lick a delicious bead of precum from his tip. “Hm. Soft and slow, or fast and hard?”

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and groans again as I run my hand up and down his dick.

“Tell me.”

He grips my hair even tighter, causing me to wince.

“Hard.”

“Knew it.” I knock his hand away from my head and take him back into my mouth. A tension enters his muscles as I work him, but this time it’s from pleasure. I hear his breathing increase, and the groan that comes out of him as I take him to the back of my throat almost has me coming in my pants.

Knowing I am having this effect on him, to help free him from the confines of his absurd fucking thinking, urges me on to bring him more and more pleasure. Each moan, groan and pant that leaves him is fuel for me to take more. And before long, I’m desperate.

I look up at him, and his eyes meet mine. His features are completely free of all the tension and hardness he carries with him everywhere, as he once again loses himself to me. And fuck… that feels good.

I reach down to undo my pants, sliding a hand in to grip myself and stroke, as I continue to suck him.

His eyes follow my hand, and he suddenly pushes me back and off him.

I stay kneeling before him and push my pants down, moving my hand up and down my rock hard cock as he watches. He bites his lip, breathing heavy.

“I like it hard and fast too,” I say, stroking faster.

He takes a deep breath in and sits up, bringing himself closer to me.

“You need me to walk you through it?” I ask in a low, taunting voice.

He reaches out and lifts my shirt up, not saying anything. I take it off, throwing it aside before dropping my hand to my dick again.

But he bats it away and wraps his around it instead.

Be still my beating heart.

He watches his hand as he slowly pumps my cock, before he forcefully pulls me towards him, and then pushes me onto my back on the couch.

All I can do is watch him, as he reaches out and tugs at my pants. And yes, please, I need to be very naked right now, and I want him to be naked too. So I kick my pants off and pull at his shirt, which he whips off in an impressive one armed move.

His stare is unsettling, in the best way, as he rakes his eyes over my body and settles between my legs. I groan as he once again wraps his hand around my cock and strokes me. Slowly.

I writhe under his touch and prop myself up on my elbow. “Do you need another lesson on how to handle a cock?”

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