With renewed determination, I trailed kisses down his stomach, wishing I had more time to play with the divots and angles there. Tasting him was imperative. And fuck if I didn’t want to do it while he should be concentrating on something else.
I was such an asshole.
I finally reached his cock. The brown skin was smooth, the end sticky and ripe for the tasting.
Not wanting to miss his reaction, I flicked my gaze up.
Wild desperation reflected in the depths of his deep brown eyes. His bottom lip was wedged between his teeth, and his chest was practically still. I was sure he was holding his breath.
And then I licked.
“Mom, I’ve gotta go. Love you.” He threw the phone onto the mattress, where it bounced, landing on the floor with a thud. I hoped like God he’d managed to end the call. If not, that would be a whole hilarious “what the fuck” therapy session right there. “Fuck, Jay. Do it again.”
I did, this time focusing on the taste. Committing the smooth tang to memory, I lapped at his skin, at the spongy head, and then down the side.
While I wasn’t waiting for a freak-out, I was viscerally aware this was the closest I’d ever been to a cock, my own included. I couldn’t help the light chuckle that escaped me as I traced along the vein on the underside.
“What?” Curiosity colored Sutton’s words. There was no discomfort, no doubt or uncertainty from him, considering what I was doing.
That was the thing. Sutton had nothing to feel anxious about, even when I laughed as I licked his erection. He was built. Every kissable inch of his skin was perfection. Heck, he could have a marble statue created in his image. Jocks on or off.
“By the end of this, I’m going to know your dick better than I know my own.”
He sat a little, shoved another pillow behind his head, then settled to watch me. “I’m okay with that.” He grinned.
“I just bet you are.” I eyed the extra pillow. “Got a good view now?”
Heat flashed in his gaze. “The best.”
At his praise, warmth caressed me from inside out. “Let’s see if I can make it even better.”
For the first time, I opened my mouth and lowered over him. Engulfing his cock, I eased down halfway, remembering just in time to grip the root.
Not a chance I’d ever be able to deep throat him. There were a couple of intimidating inches too many for that circus act, but what I could manage, I’d make it work and have him screaming my name.
CHAPTER12
SUTTON
“Intimate”had never been in my vocabulary when describing a blow job. But with the soft licks, the gentle stroke of my balls, and the way Jayden would search for my gaze as he sucked me off, I knew this mattered.
BJs were all about getting off, having fun, and finding that sweet release.
This was all those things, but so much more.
I was the first man he’d tasted this way, the first cock he’d licked like a lollipop, and he was the first person I was going to let own my soul.
What he was doing with his tongue, the firmness of his long, strong sucks… any second now he’d be drawing out my soul and wrenching it free from my body.
He was welcome to it.
Struggling to hold back, my limbs shook. I never wanted this to end. Ever. But my toes curled, tingles zapped around my body like I was an arcade machine, and all I wanted was more. This. Forever.
I reached out, amazed I’d held back for so long, and cupped his head, gripping his soft hair. When I made contact, he groaned. Through my bleary eyes, I caught movement. Smirking, I moaned, unable to stop myself, my stomach tightening when I saw him humping the sheets.
“Jay.” I grunted his name. The need in my voice ricocheted around the large room. In response, he doubled down, and I was gone. “Fuck.” I jerked, moaned, maybe blacked out for a second as I spilled into his mouth.
I felt his moment of hesitation.
