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His hand lands on the side of my head, his fingers soft but so obviously there.
It’s distracting in the best possible way, but when I push forward just a bit more, my eyes roll back.
I remember now.
The feel of a full cock on my tongue is intoxicating, liberating. The groans of a man who’s being pleasured expertly are like music to my ears.
The tension I can see coiled in his strong, thick thighs, reminds me how well I can do this. I let go of his cock and grip them, opening my eyes to stare right up at him, at his parted mouth, his darker eyes full of pure, horny want.
And then I move.
I don’t look away as I push my mouth up and down him. I want to see everything. I want to tell when he really likes something; I want to see what he looks like when he comes.
He bites his lower lip when I take him to the back of my throat and his tip meets resistance, he grunts when I swirl my tongue around him as I pull back, and his fingers finally tense on my hair when I take all of him and swallow around him.
Yes, I’m a deep-throating master and I can’t believe I forgot that.
I can’t believe it’s Tucker fucking Barclay reminding me.
My boss.
I know he can’t hear it, but the fact that he grunts the second I have that thought, tells me I might have a kink . . . and he might share it.
I pull back just in time for the first spurt of cum to land on my tongue.
I swallow everything gladly, then lick him clean until he gently pulls me back by the nape.
“Sensitive,” he grunts, and I hum in sympathy but don’t know what else to do.
I can physically feel all the thoughts, worries, and fears start to come through, but before they can, Tucker crouches down and makes them all disappear with a deep kiss.
He must taste himself on my tongue as he expertly moves into my mouth, and he must like it if the way he twists us around, lays me down, and hums into our kiss is any indication.
He does his best to push my shorts and briefs down, while I help by tilting my hips up, pushing down the side too.
He plunges his hand onto my hard dick when there’s enough space, but he doesn’t stop kissing me, devouring me until I can’t take any more and I wrench my mouth away.
“More,” I beg, and he complies.
He crawls down my body and yanks my clothes down the rest of the way, then swallows me whole in one single movement.
It seems I’m not the only deep-throating champion.
I come embarrassingly fast, and without him doing much more than swallowing around me.
It’s the enthusiasm, I think, as I suck in desperate breaths . . . on the floor of the gym, while Tucker licks me clean just like I did for him, and with my shorts around my ankles.
I stare at the ceiling and wonder how long my brain is going to allow me to enjoy this.
Not long, it turns out.
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TUCKER
“Holy shit,” I wheeze, then chuckle and rest my cheek on Sunny’s hip. I tilt my face to look up past his fast-rising chest to see him smile, and feel an answering smile stretching my cheeks.
He doesn’t say anything before he covers his pretty smile with his hands, though, so I busy myself kissing any skin I can reach, then begin the hard process of cleaning up.
