Chapter 7 #2
I let his ball slip from my mouth and buried my face against him, my breath coming in short, hot bursts against his perineum.
God, I wanted to do more like drag my tongue down and find that tight pucker of skin, pressing inside until he shattered. But a voice in my head reminded me this wasn’t mine to take. Pushing for more felt like leaning out over a high ledge to see how far the drop was.
I moved back up, taking his cock into my mouth again, the ache in my jaw dulled enough to manage. I sucked him hard, one hand cupping his spit-slick balls and rolling them in my palm.
Evan’s head dropped back against the headboard. “Fuck, Tommy, look at you taking my cock. You’re so fucking hungry for it, aren’t you? Been thinking about this all night. I can tell.”
Hearing the last three years of my secret fantasy spoken out loud by the source himself was the most humiliating, incredible thing I’d ever experienced. A full-body shudder rolled through me.
“Yeah, you like that?” His voice had dropped lower. “Like hearing how good you are at sucking my big dick?”
I nodded with him still in my mouth, which was all the answer I could give.
I lost track of time, focused on the taste of his cock and the dirty words he kept whispering. My jaw protested again, and right as I was about to pull back, Evan’s hand found my shoulder and guided me off him.
Before I could ask why, he gripped his shaft and slapped the wet, heavy head against my cheek. The impact stunned me. He did it again, harder, then dragged the crown across my cheekbone, leaving a thick, sheeny trail cooling on my skin.
“Look at you,” he whispered as his thumb swiped through the mess on my face, spreading it. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Pretty. No one had ever called me that. Hearing it from him, in this room, with his juices on my face, shorted out every circuit in my brain.
My hand clenched, squeezing his balls on reflex. Evan squeaked, his whole body going stiff as a board.
An apology formed on my tongue, but then a fresh pulse of precum welled out of him. I lapped it up, the texture thicker than spit, almost creamy. His cock jumped violently in my hand as I swallowed.
He choked out a groan, his hips lifting off the bed an inch, trying to fuck my fist. My fingers tightened around his balls again, purposely this time. He squeaked once more, and I went back to sucking him.
“Yeah, keep going.” He swallowed audibly. “God, you’re so pretty, Tommy.”
I squeezed again.
Another squeak, higher this time, followed by a more substantial gush of precum that coated my tongue. His hips jerked forward, pushing another inch down my throat.
“Pretty.” He was panting now, and I could hear the grin in his voice even without looking up. He’d figured it out. “Pretty boy with my fat cock stretching his mouth open. Taking it so well. Such a pretty fucking face.”
My fingers tightened rhythmically, and each time, his balls pulsed in my grip, and his cock leaked onto my tongue.
I was making a wet mess of him, drool and precum mixing into a froth that ran down his shaft.
I could hear the sloppy sounds with every bob of my head, feel the sticky mixture coating my knuckles.
“You love it, don’t you?” His hips were rolling now, shallow thrusts that pushed the head against the back of my throat.
“Love having your mouth stuffed full of my big dick. Pretty Tommy on his knees for me, sucking me off, squeezing my nuts every time I tell him how pretty he”—squeeze—“ah, fuck, is. Shit. Keep doing that. Keep squeezing my balls while you choke on my cock, pretty boy.”
I ground into the mattress, chasing friction, my cock trapped between my stomach and the sheets. I pushed down hard with every squeeze of my hand, desperate to come.
“Gonna bust.” His voice pitched up, urgent. “Tommy, I’m gonna—fuck, I’m about to—”
His balls seized in my hand, drawing up tight against his body. The first rope of cum hit the back of my throat with enough force to make me gag. I swallowed fast, but the second shot was already there, and the third came before I’d fully cleared the second.
My cheeks bulged with the sheer volume of it. I swallowed again, throat working frantically, but more came—hot, thick, and tasting sharply tangy.
I gripped the base of his shaft, holding on, and swallowed repeatedly. His cock kept gushing, and a thin stream escaped the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin.
My eyes watered. My throat burned from the rapid-fire swallowing. I was pretty certain I was drowning, but I couldn’t care. He tasted like heaven.
I pressed my tongue flat against the underside of his shaft and let the last few spurts pool on my tongue before I gulped them down too.
When nothing more came out, I pulled off and wiped my chin with the back of my hand.
Evan’s eyes were blown wide, staring down at me with something between awe and alarm. “What. The. Fuck?”
A weird thrill, equal parts triumph and terror, shot through me. I’d wanted to destroy him. I dare say I’d succeeded.
I coughed, my throat raw. “You warned me it’d be a lot. I should’ve listened.”
“No, I—” He pushed himself up onto his elbows, still breathing hard. “I’ve never—that was…” He shook his head, blinking rapidly. “That’s never happened before. Not that much. Not even close.”
I swallowed again, tasting him. “I almost died.”
“I felt it in my fucking toes, man.” He stared at the ceiling, wiggling his toes for emphasis. Listening to him describe it that way sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my groin. “I thought you were gonna suck my nuts right up through my cock.”
I let out a rough, winded laugh and pressed my forehead against his inner thigh. The skin was damp and ridiculously warm, the muscle beneath still twitching with aftershocks. It was the safest I’d felt all year. “That’s not anatomically possible.”
“Tell that to my body.” He exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tried to move his legs but couldn’t. “Jesus Christ. I think you broke something.”
“You’re welcome.”
His hand found my hair again. His thumb traced a slow path behind my ear. I stayed there, face pressed to his thigh, breathing him in. I shifted my hips and ground down. The pressure built fast at the base of my spine.
“You close?” Evan asked.
I nodded against his leg, not trusting my voice, and thrust harder into the mattress. The friction was rough, almost painful, but also perfect.
I turned my face into his thigh, overwhelmed by the smell of his skin and the need for an anchor. I opened my mouth and bit down, needing to hold on to something real as I came hard.
My hips stuttered through it, spilling onto the sheets in waves that went on longer than they had any right to.
I lifted my head to see Evan’s eyes half-lidded, the usual storm in them reduced to a calm, glassy blue.
A flush spread across his chest and up his neck.
For a second, with his eyes on me, a stupid, dangerous flicker of hope ignited in my chest. What was he going to say now?
His gaze tracked over my face, assessing, and the hope died. “No one on the team can know about this.”
“Obviously.”
“I mean it, Tommy.”
“I know.” I sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. The gesture smeared a mix of spit and drying cum across my knuckles. I must have looked completely debauched. “Secret’s safe.”
He nodded and reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the TV remote. He turned on SportsCenter as if I didn’t have a belly full of his cum.
I climbed off his bed, my legs shaky. In the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face and deliberately avoided the mirror.
I didn’t need to see the proof—the swollen lips, the wildness in my eyes.
Taking a peek at that kid in the glass would make it real, and “real” was a complication I couldn’t afford.
Back in the room, I crawled into my bed. The air was thick with the lingering smell of sex, from the sharp salt of our sweat to the unmistakable scent of Evan’s and my release.
That scent was now imprinted in my brain.
Evan remained on his back, one arm behind his head, his focus supposedly on the TV.
I glanced over and saw the corner of his mouth turned up in a faint, private smile.
It was the small smile of a guy replaying a good hit, and the realization that I was the good hit set off butterflies in my stomach.
Two guys cooped up in a hotel room. That’s all this was.
I repeated the words in my head, but my body wasn’t listening, stuck on the memory of him.