Stripes of cum streak my shirt as he sits back,dragging the pad of his fingers over and feeding it to me until all that's left is wet stripes. He stares at them before his gaze moves to the wetness surrounding the fly of my jeans. “Do you have a change of clothes?”
A thrill runs up my spine as I bite at my lip, watching him pull his pants on. “What if…” I clear my throat, a flush forming on my cheeks. “What if we went to dinner like this?”
His eyes turn heavy-lidded as he flutters his lashes at me. “You want to go inside that restaurant with my cum decorating your shirt?”
“Yes,” I whisper as he fastens his button, scooting back over and claiming my lips in a long, drawn-out kiss. “No one will even see it, and if they do, it’s not like they’d know… butI’llknow. There’s something about being covered in you that just…” I trail off, and risk a glance at him, but find no judgement in his eyes.
“Well, then,” he says, popping another kiss on my lips, “let’s get moving.”
Chapter 11
Beau
Az and I entered the restaurant, a heady mix of nerves and forbidden excitement boiling low in my gut. The flush that overtook the hostess’s cheeks told me she knew exactly what the stripes on my shirt were from, and at least one other person did a double take as she led us to our table.
What should have been a calm dinner turned into a race to eat faster, and by the time we walked out, my cock was pushing down the leg of my jeans. Another bulging-eyed stare from the hostess told me my attempts to hide it were in vain, and I realized I could never return to the restaurant.
Worth it.
Now we’re almost home, and all I see of Azrael is the curly dark hair at the back of his head, bouncing as he sucks me. Slickheat slides along my cock, my focus barely on the road as I finger the plug in his ass.
It’s a miracle we don’t end up in a ditch.
The truck screeches to a halt as I slam it into park. “We’re here.” He doesn’t move, only sucks harder with a quiet determination that makes me grab him by the back of the neck, giving a slow roll up into his mouth. Our entire dinner was a non-stop edge session, so my fuse is embarrassingly short. “Az, baby, you gotta… you gotta give me a minute. I’m too close.”
He lifts his head, lips shiny and swollen as his tongue darts between them. Heavy-lidded eyes watch as I climb from the truck, my cock jutting from the fly of my jeans. I tug him out, tossing him over my shoulder as he shrieks in laughter.
Clothes scatter in all directions as I yank them from his body. Shoes first, then socks and pants, and when we stumble into the bedroom, all that’s left is his shirt.
I drop him onto the bed and he’s a goddamn vision as he squirms, palms running over his stomach and chest as his cock lays over his hip. “God, you’re fucking perfect,” I mutter, and he forms a sweet smile. Fully clothed aside from my shoes, I straddle his chest. “Open your mouth.”
Obediently, he shows me his tongue as I press my heavy cock between his lips. My eyes roll into my head as he catches suction, and my hips lurch forward as he draws me in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” My volume builds with each thrust, and I know I need to stop before it’s too late, but I can’t help myself from wanting more.
I’m teetering on the edge, panting between clenched teeth until the tension claws at my insides, and I rip away at the last second. My cock throbs in my hand as I pitch forward, circling his mouth and coating his lips with a mix of spit and pre-cum.
“Aren’t you going to feed me?” he taunts, and I groan as I fall back on my haunches, sitting on his chest.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” A deep breath sucks into his lungs as I climb off, shucking my clothes into a pile, then forcing him to sit as I yank the shirt from his torso. “Right now, I want something else.”
“Oh?” A loud, unrestrained laugh spills from him as I hoist him into the air and spin us around, until I’m lying on my back and he’s awkwardly balanced above me in a plank. We share a grin as he catches his balance, and I guide his legs onto either side of my body.
His erection bobs as he knee-walks up my body, and I lift my head, whining when I can’t reach him. “What do you want, baby?” he teases, and my hands land on his ass as I tug him closer. He stumbles, falling forward as his cock shoves deep into my mouth.
Crackling tension splinters through my body as I cough, a surge of pre-cum weeping onto my belly. “Shit, sorry,” he mutters, trying to pull back, but I yank him closer again. My moans are stifled, and the struggle to catch my breath has my spine arching and hips bucking.
Tears streak down my cheeks as his eyes meet mine. “You like that, do you?” His lip pinches between his teeth, but his hesitation only last for a second before he thrusts deeper. Spit flies out from around his cock as I cough.
A loud, gasping inhale fills my lungs as he pulls back, his face flushed crimson and palms braced against the wall for support. “Don’t let me be too rough with you,” he mutters, a gentle hand wiping at the spit on my chin.
“You won’t be,” I promise, my breathy voice causing him to smile. He glances over his shoulder, where my cock aches against my abdomen.
“Hmm, turns out sweet, innocent Beau loves to be used, doesn’t he?”
“Ye—” I start, cut off when he plunges between my lips again. He watches me closely as his hips roll, fucking my mouth, but there’s nothing for him to worry about.
I’m loving every second of this.
His cock bumps the back of my throat again and again, and I gag and sputter with each thrust. Slickness coats my face, both from the tears leaking from my eyes and the spit from my mouth. The sounds are obscene as he pitches forward, slipping deeper.
