Chapter 7 #2
My gaze drifted to his cock. It was very small and nestled in a thatch of dark curls.
I’d been with people like him before. Most guys like him—most guys that small—always tried to cover it when they were exposed.
I never gave much of a shit about size. There were toys for that if I really wanted to get dicked down nice and deep.
But Jonah was different than them. He had big dick energy in a way I hadn’t encountered.
I didn’t know why I fucking liked it so much.
“Are you staring at me?”
I huffed, then shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Why? Jealous?”
Something in me snapped. I walked over, making my steps loud, and he shifted back just enough to give me room under the water. I pressed one hand to the wall and used the other to grab his wrist.
“Want me to show you I have nothing to be jealous over?”
He shot me a grimace. “Really? Dick measuring? What are you, twelve?”
I set his hand on the front of my hip, and he sucked in a breath. “More like offering you your reward for winning.”
His tongue darted out again, though his lips were wet from the shower. His eyes weren’t on me now. They were fixed on a spot along the far wall. I felt the urge to lift my hand and wave it in front of him, but I knew that was offensive. I didn’t need to look that one up.
“You think jerking you off in the shower is my reward?” he finally asked, his voice raspy.
I snorted, and I felt something snap inside me. I shouldn’t say the words pressing against my tongue, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. “Yeah. My dick is worth it. But I could also suck yours.”
Red crept up from his neck, spreading into his cheeks. “I—”
“Unless you have a boyfriend.”
“N-no,” he stammered. “No.”
“Girlfriend? Partner?”
He huffed and shoved me back. “No. I’m a single fucking loser, okay? And if humiliation is your thing…”
I leaned into him, pressing him against the wall with my chest. He groaned softly and didn’t fight me as his back thudded against the tiles. God, I wanted him with every fiber of my being. With the same ferocity I hated him. “No. That’s not my thing.”
He swallowed heavily. “Yeah. You prefer being a good boy, don’t you?”
My cock jumped. “Fuck off.”
“Are you hard?” he asked.
I didn’t answer.
“Can I see it?”
I took his wrist again and pulled his fingers toward where I was standing at full fucking attention. His eyes slammed shut as his fingers ghosted over my length, pausing and exploring the head that was pushing out of my foreskin.
His fingers closed around me, and he stroked down. “Uncut,” he murmured.
“You too?”
He nodded. “Mm. Not usually a thing in Canada.”
“It’s weird the Americans do it,” I said, my voice thready as he stroked me a little faster. A little harder. It felt unpracticed, which was a surprise because I couldn’t imagine him not being able to hook up anywhere he went.
Then again, maybe people were weird about him being blind.
Oh, who the fuck was I kidding. People were weird about fucking everything.
Closing my fingers around his wrist, I stopped the motion, and his eyes opened again. He still wasn’t looking at me. “Can you see my dick at all?”
“I’m looking right now,” he said, voice raspy.
I touched the side of his face. “No. I mean…I don’t know what you can see.”
He blinked. “Are you fucking serious?”
“I’m trying not to make assumptions here, man. Tucker ripped me a new asshole about it. Fuck. Does nothing make you happy?”
He bared his teeth, and then his hand moved to the back of my neck, and he pressed down. Hard. His intentions were obvious. “I can think of one thing that will.”
I dropped to the ground without hesitation. The tiles hurt my knees, but I didn’t give a shit in that moment. He pressed harder against the wall, one hand beside his hip, the other still on the back of my neck. His gaze was fixed anywhere but on me, which had me wondering again, but not for long.
He was hard. He hadn’t gained much length, but his cock was fat and wet at the tip. I licked my lips, then leaned in and slipped the head past my lips, suckling gently. He grunted, and his hips bucked forward.
“Fuck, you’re a good little cock sucker, aren’t you?”
I groaned and took him past my teeth, my tongue curling around the base, and he moaned—the sound wanton and slutty. Just the way I wanted him. I normally didn’t like being bossed around, but in this moment, it was new.
And different.
And Christ, I was so turned on. I wanted to know I’d get the chance to do the same to him, but I had no idea if we’d ever be able to do this again.
“Fuck yes. Fuck.” His hand left my neck, tracing a path to my mouth. His fingertips circled my lips as I sucked, touching my cheeks as they hollowed. “Harder,” he commanded.
I obeyed easily. He fit all the way in my mouth without getting near the back of my tongue, so I could give him anything and everything he wanted.
My hand traced up between his thighs, cupping his balls in my hand.
I rolled them gently between my fingers, then pressed on his perineum, and he groaned loudly.
“Jesus, Zeki. You’re good on your knees. Maybe you should be a goalie after all.”
“Fuck you,” I gasped, pulling away.
He grinned and guided my head back to his dick. “Not today. Today, you’re gonna take this.”
I opened my mouth wide and let him take me by the sides of my hair, losing myself entirely when he tugged so hard it hurt. He began to fuck my face, hard, sharp thrusts of his hips like punctuation in the angriest sentences.
He moaned, his eyes closed again as he laid his head back, and I could feel him pulsing against my tongue, getting thicker, hotter. He was going to come.
“You gonna swallow?”
“Mm.” I was. I wasn’t going to let the water take his come. That was mine. For me.
I rolled my tongue around him, sucking harder, pulling his orgasm from his body like it was my fucking job.
And Christ, in this moment, I kind of wanted that to be.
I was drunk as fuck on his groans as his hips sped up, and I used one hand to grip myself between my legs, jacking myself in time with the rhythm of his thrusts.
He let out a long string of curses, and then I sucked in a breath through my nose as he let go, and I swallowed him all down as I moved my hand faster, squeezing harder. The fapping sound was loud against the spray, and I felt Jonah lift a leg, touching my arm with his foot.
“Oh my god, are you jerking off? Fuck, you really loved that, didn’t you. Loved being my cock sucker.”
I came on a gasp, the words hitting me in the chest as I spilled between his feet. I watched with hazy eyes as the water gathered up the opaque spill and took it toward the drain. My legs felt heavy and weak, but I managed to stand, and my chest pressed against Jonah’s.
I wanted to kiss him, but that wasn’t a thing between us.
That was something for lovers.
Not whatever the fuck this was.
I took a breath. “Next time, it’ll be your turn.”
He snorted. “What?”
“You won’t win them all.”
His shocked expression melted into something darker, and he leaned forward. His fingers found my shoulder, then drifted into my hair, and he tugged again. I only just managed to bite back a moan as he said, “Oh yeah? You have two perfectly functional eyes, so watch me.”