His mouth, the heat, hell, the taste of him made my brain misfire.
And then I saw stars as he swallowed me so deep, I felt his throat contract around me.
I reacted instinctively, sucking and bobbing for all it was worth. I breathed through my nose when I could, squinted tightly, trying to make him come before I lost it completely, but I shattered and forgot how to complete this most simple, delicious task.
Spurred on by his grunts, by the increased shaking of his limbs, I dragged my finger through his crease, tapping gently on his pucker, not quite daring to breach with no lube. On the second rub, his body turned rigid, hip movements erratic. I focused on not choking, centered on making him relive this moment anytime he simply heard the number sixty-nine.
His release spilled directly into my throat, and I pulled back a little to sweep my tongue to get a better taste. It was the last rational thought I had—the desire to taste him—before my cock pulsed, my body shuddered, and then I pulled away, head sinking into the mattress.
Another shudder rippled through me when he eased his mouth away.
Opening my eyes, I zeroed in on his dick. Cum trickled, pooled into a pearl. Sticking out my tongue, I reached up and licked it. He grunted at the action.
I somehow managed to chuckle. “Better than getting pink eye.” I released an oomph when his knees gave way, some of his weight landing on me. With my nose practically implanted in his ass, I grinned, the movement lazy. “I’ve never been more grateful that you washed your ass.”
He huffed a laugh, the movement making me groan.
“You’ve killed me.”
Sutton grunted against the mattress, half of his body resting on top of me.
I attempted a tap on his ass but failed miserably, my muscles like jelly. “Brain cells gone.”
He grunted again, this one sounding a little close to a tired chuckle.
“’S okay.” Still, I couldn’t get my arm to move. It would have been nice to feel his butt cheek in my hand, but… nope, still no movement. “You can keep them,” I finished, feeling super generous.
He shifted a little and collapsed onto his side on the mattress, freeing me from being pinned down.
“I’ve decided we should do that every day. Twice.” I could barely pry my eyes open, and a yawn followed my words.
“I thought you were killed.”
“Your spunk is an elixir. Swallow that creamy goodness down andping, back to life.”
Loud laughter broke free of him as Sutton maneuvered the right way up on the bed. “You’re so full of shit—”
“Nuh-uh. Your jizz.”
He groaned and rubbed his face. “If you can get up and walk to the bathroom, right now, on steady legs and without collapsing, I’ll believe you.”
With a narrow gaze, I angled to look at him. “You’re so fucking mean. I can’t even feel my legs.”
His grin was beautiful and completely mine. I wanted to capture each smile and commit each one to memory. The thought made me smirk and roll my eyes at myself. My inner sappiness was strong.
“Shit, what time is it?”
“No idea.” Sutton reached for the bedside table but failed on the first attempt. “Too far.”
“Seriously, move your ass and check the time. We said we’d meet Mark for dinner.” That, my old college buddy being here, was something I still hadn’t had time to process. Seeing him had been a surprise. A good one. Strange in a way, but how he’d run that session and had Sutton opening up like that, it was a hell of a thing.
“Yousaid, notwe.”
I arched a brow in his direction, wondering at the hint of grumble in his voice. “You want me to go to dinner alone?”
“No,” he was quick to say. “But the phone’s all the way over there.”
I snorted, not used to witnessing an almost petulant Sutton. Reaching over him, I snagged his phone, relieved to see we weren’t late. Dinner was served between six and seven thirty, and I’d agreed to meet Mark at seven.
