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Heston
*middle finger emoji*
Gage
Wait wtf? Boyfriend?
I said what I said.
Warren
The plot thickens.
Heston
This should go well.
That’s the plan.
24
MESA
As the beamof morning sun coming through the window casts a soft patch of light over Tripp’s face, I smile. What a sight. He’s the most gorgeous human being on the planet. I’ve never woken up wanting to bang the living daylights out of the person next to me before I’ve even had a cup of coffee or a few minutes to collect myself before today.
He’s already had his hands up my shirt and is doing his best not to grind his dick against my ass, so I know he’s half awake.
He doesn’t stir when I carefully creep beneath the covers and pull his briefs down. It isn’t until my hand grips his hard length and my mouth covers the head that he sits up.
“Holy shit,” he breathes out with a groggy edge to his sleepy voice. “Mace.”
I ignore him and take him all the way to the back of my throat. As far as I can fit him, anyway. He pushes the covers off, and I lift my mouth to run my hand over his now wet and impossibly hard shaft.
“Mesa.”His eyes close, he throws his head back, and eventually gives up trying to prop up his upper body.
“Yes? Something wrong?” I answer, immediately bobbing down again while lightly gripping and twisting my fist up and down his length simultaneously.
He makes a choking sound, and my eyes flick up to him. I almost laugh because his mouth is hanging open, his abs are clenched, and one of his hands is pulling at the hair on top of his head.
His only answer to my question is a deep moan the second I cup his balls and suck his head into my mouth with enough force to pull a gummy bear through a plastic straw.
“Hmm?” I hum without removing my mouth.
He starts breathing fast, and one of his hands threads through my hair. “No—ahh.Fuck. Keep going, baby.”
He’s beside himself, and I love it. I don’t have many tricks up my sleeve when it comes to blow jobs. Seeing him in bed this morning, though, my mind went wild with ideas. And I knew I was going to taste him before I left to start on some work, if it was the last thing I did.
My mouth waters when his hips take over. Both of his hands are in my hair now, and I happily relinquish control.
He moans with every slow thrust. My scalp prickles as his fingers pull tighter, guiding me up and down.
He goes deeper for a change, and my eyes water until he backs out an inch. I think he’ll revert to his previous pace, but instead, he cups the back of my head.
“Stick out your tongue.”
