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My legs were shaking and I had to grip his shoulders to keep from collapsing as he moved his hand away and tried to take me into his throat.
“Don’t do that,” I whispered, pulling my hips back.
“You don’t like it?” he asked, easing off of me completely.
“Yeah, that’s not the problem,” I assured him. “But if you make me come like that you’re gonna choke on it.” I lifted one hand and combed it through his hair, holding his gaze as I tried to gain some sort of control over my body. “Put your hand back where it was.”
He did so immediately, gripping my base again before taking my shaft back into his mouth.
“Use your teeth,” I hissed.
He pulled off me again, twisting his fist over me and sliding his palm up my shaft as he stared at me.
“Scrape or bite?”
“Never bite,” I said firmly, giving him a small smile. “Even I have limits.”
“Well, that’s good to know,” he said.
He took me in his mouth once more, slowly sliding his lips and tongue over and around my shaft as he moved his hand with a back and forth motion from my base to my tip then back again.
For a moment I thought he wasn’t going to do what I’d asked, but then the sharp sting of teeth registered against the sensitive skin and I cried out in surprise and pleasure, my body pitching forward and dropping my weight onto my hands still gripping his shoulders.
My balls tightened painfully against my body and when he did it again I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming as my orgasm ripped through me, my cock jerking against his lips as my cum spilled into his mouth and he swallowed it down.
Tears coursed down my cheeks as emotion and pleasure overwhelmed me and before I’d fully registered that he’d moved he’d gathered me into his arms and was leading me toward the bed. He refastened my pants then forced me to sit.
“Are you okay?” he asked, kneeling at my feet, and holding my face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping the moisture from my face.
“Fucking great,” I said, chuckling softly. “Holy fuck, Trevor.”
He leaned forward and kissed me, one hand moving to grip the back of my neck and hold me still as he ravaged my mouth with his teeth and tongue, biting, sucking, licking over every inch that he could reach.
“Stay with me tonight,” I said when he pulled back again.
“Anything you want,” he answered.
“Careful,” I warned him. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
He gripped my chin between his thumb and finger and held my gaze as he repeated, “Anything you want.”
Jesus fuck.
Chapter Twenty-Three
~Trevor~
Sunday morning I woke up to Andy’s alarm blaring in my ear. I groaned as I rolled over him and snatched it off the desk, turning it off before dropping it and settling back in beside him.
“I’ve got to get up,” he mumbled, though he moved closer into me. “I need to shower before mass.”
“You can miss one morning,” I insisted.
“Not really,” he argued. “But you could come take a shower with me.”
“You’re remarkably comfortable with this all of a sudden,” I said, my brain finally working as I fully woke up. “What changed?”
He blew out a sigh as he pulled out of my arms and sat up on the edge of his bed. “I don’t know exactly. I guess just the constant reminders that I’ve still got a few years before I need to start worrying about my virtue have finally gotten through.”
