Page 32 of Wreaking Havoc
Well, hell. Fortune favored the bold and all that. Sascha sucked the head of Kai’s cock into his mouth. Just that much had his lips stretched tight. Good God, he was going to need to make good use of his hands with this one.
He popped off and spread the leaking precum all around the shaft, getting it slippery. The ridges felt nice against his hands, his palms starting to tingle too.
Once it was all appropriately slick, and Kai’s growl had become a constant, low rumble, Sascha took the tip back into his mouth. He tongued around the head, sucking gently, gratified when that growl turned into a groan.
He smiled around his mouthful. Okay, he could do this. He hadn’t trained himself to deep throat for nothing.
He hollowed his cheeks as best he could, sucking harder, and gradually started taking in more, until he could feel Kai at the back of his throat. It was easier than ever to let his throat open, that tingling, almost numbing sensation from Kai’s precum easing his efforts.
Sascha breathed through his nose and met Kai’s eyes again. They were heavy lidded and still glowing. Had he looked away from Sascha even once?
Sascha’s own dick pulsed, and he realized he was getting hard again, his poor cock trapped back in its denim cage.
And there it would stay, because this was definitely a two-handed job.
And Sascha was no slacker.
“You’re good at this, aren’t you?” Kai said softly, one hand reaching out to trace the stretched line of Sascha’s lips. “Taking me.”
What was he talking about? Sascha hadn’t even done anything yet. He started bobbing carefully, moving his head along Kai’s monstrous cock at the same time as he slid his hands along the shaft.
Kai hissed, his eyes practically boring holes into Sascha’s head.
Did the guy not need to blink?
Sascha’s lips and cheeks were already aching, but it was that good kind of ache. He closed his eyes, humming as he let himself do what felt right. Spit and precum dripped down his chin, and the texture might have been different from what he was used to,but the effect was familiar. Sascha had always liked this part—the messiness, the filth.
As he licked and sucked and swallowed around all that girth, the ridges started swelling under his hands. Sascha squeezed them as he stroked, rewarded with a grasp or growl or groan every time he did.
Fuck, how was he going to go back to sucking human dick after this? This was the blow job Olympics, and he was fucking crushing it. He couldn’t be sent back to regionals.
Was he doing sports metaphors right?
Distracted, he went too far, choking himself, and Kai’s hips bucked.
Sascha pulled off, glaring up at him. “Easy,” he chastised.
“I’m close, Sascha.” Kai must have been trying to look apologetic, but he just looked wrecked. On his knees in the sand with Sascha between them, his glowing eyes heavy lidded, his massive chest heaving.
“Then stay still and let me work, huh?” Sascha squeezed those ridges harder in warning, but that only made Kai groan.
“As you command.”
How did he manage to make that sound so cocky? But no matter, Sascha had a job to finish.
He bent back over, swallowing Kai down. And down. And down.
“Fuck.”
It was the first time Sascha had heard Kai swear. He would have smiled, if his cheeks weren’t stuffed so full. He placed a hand on Kai’s thigh for leverage and with his other started stroking faster, squeezing Kai’s ridges harder, swallowing down on that head over and over.
He could feel the tension in Kai’s massive leg muscles as he held himself back from thrusting. But he did hold back. Following Sascha’s command, as he’d said.
Sascha moaned at the thought, and that seemed to do it—the ridges under his hand hardened and pulsed rapidly, and fluid erupted down his throat. He choked and spluttered, swallowing as best he could. There was more of it than he was used to, and more ran down his chin than made it into his throat in the end.
He came off Kai’s cock coughing and looked up with watery eyes. The expression on Kai’s face was something else, dazed and almost worshipful.
Before Sascha could ask him what his deal was—had he never gotten a blow job before?—voices came from their left, their words indistinct but definitely close.
