Page 45 of Fallen Rook

Stay in the moment.

“Enzo?” Tom asked, searching my face calmly. “I can go—”

It was just the stimulant I needed to wrap my lips around the tip of his cock. No way was I letting SSA Rothwell leave my apartment, my bed, now that I’d managed to get him into both.

I hunched forward, sucking his tip like a lollipop, my hand cupping his balls, fingers caressing them softly. The taste of his flesh on my tongue felt like the first hit of a supreme pink coke, so deliciously good my head swam and my thighs parted, my already swollen cock pressing against his bare knee.

Holding my breath, I started taking more of his length, waiting for my gag reflex to kick in with each inch. His hand locked against the back of my head, holding tightly, and I had a feeling he was fighting not to shove me down roughly and fuck my face senseless.

I felt his tip at the back of my throat, and stopped, my breath shuddery and heavy with lust and anticipation. My throat closed around the tip, and I moaned. Saliva pooled inside my mouth, leaking all over his dick, and I finally started sucking.

And then all hell broke loose.

“Oh, fuck,” he praised in a gritty voice, his palm coming down on my ass with a noisy slap. “Yeah, just like that, baby.”

Did he just call me baby?

My anxiety fell away in a heartbeat, and I started going at his cock ferociously. I lost control of what I was doing, sucking, spitting, massaging his balls, screwing the tip of my tongue into the slit, doing all the things I’d watched in porn for years and wanted to try out.

“This okay?” he groaned.

“No,” I said, and he stopped immediately, waiting for my mouth to slide up his dick. I grinned. “Go harder.”

And by God, he did.

I unleashed a depraved, hungry monster on him, dripping precum on his leg as I did. He seized it like a pro, clutching the back of my hair in one hand, and bobbed my head to the rhythm of his deep, tantalizing thrusts.

His cum tasted insane. A flavor I didn’t even know existed. A cross between salty pretzels with a bitter bite that made me want to gurgle it. Every drop his beautiful cock oozed had me whimpering and weeping for more.

Bonus points? It contained protein.

“Yeah, kid. Fuck my knee like a little slut. That’s how desperate you are,” he teased in his husky, patronizing voice. I had to yank myself from the fog of delirious pleasure to realize I was practically humping his thigh like a rabid dog while slurping his cock. Holy hell. How did he…why did he taste so good?

My jaw was starting to hurt and my throat burned, as he guided his cock in and out of my mouth in slow, purposeful strokes, like a man who fucked a lot of mouths and excelled in the act.

The friction felt so damn good it physically hurt. My dick was getting carpet burns, and yet I kept on going, until I felt my orgasm detonating inside my body like fireworks.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Ffffuckkk.

There it was. The climb to salvation. The peak of desire. The elusive trance everyone was talking about.

This was what I’d been craving all along. The aching lust, the beautiful ruin, the unstoppable force of nature that came with being with someone you were wildly attracted to.

If the complete demolition of my life was the price I had to pay, I’d sell my soul to afford it.

Tom wrenched his dick from my mouth, angling the crown toward his bare thigh I just came on, and coming on the same spot. Even his cum, like the rest of him, was the picture of resilient control. I watched in fascination as he jetted clear white semen into my pool of ejaculation, pumping his dick.

Licking my lips, I stared at both our releases, sad he hadn’t finished in my mouth.

“You made a mess.”

I stared up at him in confusion, blinking. I was pretty sure this was a team effort.