But if Krew would let me have him until we parted ways, then I’d give him what he wanted—what we both wanted—physically.
I lowered my face until it was inches from his. “Tell me this is all we’re going to do, Krew. This will be nothing more than sex.”
He stilled below me, silent, as he contemplated what I was offering him—almost demanding of him. We weren’t rekindling our past relationship. This was purely for release.
I didn’t dare move, or breathe. A battle was being waged inside me. For uttering those shallow words. For ignoring the history we had together as friends and lovers. Most of all, for looking at him as nothing more than a hole to fuck.
No, he was better than that. I couldn’t fuck him—not just yet. Still, I was willing to prime his cock until he couldn’t stand it any longer, and then let him come down my throat.
“Yes,” Krew whispered so low that I almost missed it.
Relief and remorse clashed inside me, but I wasn’t going to deny Krew’s or my own needs.
I angled my face, nuzzling my nose against his cheek, before kissing him briefly on the mouth. “Good,” I answered, and sat up. “Now that I have you where I want you, scoot down—and hold onto the headboard.”
A gorgeous smile slid across Krew’s face as I got off the bed and stripped out of my clothes. His eyes tracked my every move like I was prey. Though, he was mistaken. I was the predator.
I climbed back onto his chest and adjusted myself, and my balls drew up the instant we were skin-to-skin. A pearl of precum formed on my tip, and Krew zeroed in on it.
He licked his lower lip and I had a sudden urge to shove my dick down his throat and make him gag. The greediness in his eyes as he homed in on my cock sent tingles along my spine. “Focus on my face, K,” I ordered in a whisper.
He met my eyes as I readjusted my position and straddled his chest, putting weight on my knees. Not once had Krew moved his hands from the headboard. Good boy.
I rubbed the head of my cock against Krew’s closed lips. “Open up—and don’t make a sound.”
He didn’t hesitate and sucked my tip into his welcoming mouth. I pushed forward, until he had my entire length down his throat. Krew gagged, and I pulled out, giving him a moment to breathe before I surged back in.
“If this is the only way to keep you quiet, then we’ll keep doing this until you learn, or until I’m satisfied. Nod if you understand.” I pulled out again, waiting for his response. His eyes were still riveted on my face, and he nodded.
Krew’s lips thinned—like he was fighting the urge to talk, but complied with a nod.
I told him to be quiet, and he listened, yet it wasn’t enough for me. I needed to hear his voice. Needed that verbal consent on what we were doing was good. “Now tell me,” I demanded.
Like me, he remembered how to play this game, and I didn’t have to wait long for the answer.
“Yes. I want it all.” It wasn’t only carnal lust talking, his spoke the truth. I could see it in his eyes.
Right then, I pushed forward and my dick was surrounded by his wet heat again. “I so missed your mouth on my dick.” As good as that felt, I wanted to do more—edge him to the point he couldn’t take it.
The drive to be inside of Krew was riding me high. I forgot about doing another perimeter check. About making sure every door and window was closed and locked. My only focus was Krew’s talented mouth and his thick length still in my hand.
As I pumped my hips, a faint squeak caught my attention. I turned my head slightly and saw the door I'd slammed closed was now partially ajar. Movement flickered in the narrow sliver of space—a thrill shot through me and my cock became harder.
It was Regina. She was watching us.
Maybe she wanted to be a part of this—a part of us after all.
I shifted off of Krew, and he groaned in displeasure. “Shhh,” I warned as I positioned myself next to his head, and to give Regina a better angle to watch us. Krew turned his head, started sucking on my cock again while I leaned slightly and stroked his engorged dick. “Yes—that’s it, baby. Suck it down. Fuck—how I missed your mouth.”
A low moan—so quiet, it came from the hallway. Through the crack of the open door, I could see her hand working between her legs. I let out a groan of my own. Damn, Regina was touching herself—as she was watching us. My balls drew up tight, and the need to release my seed down Krew throat became paramount.
“I want to come, Deck,” Krew pleaded, his words garbled between my thrusts.
I stroked his dick faster. “Don’t come until I tell you to,” I demanded loudly, talking to both of them.
Krew moaned, as he went back to sucking down my length.
A wry smile stretched across my face, as I decided right then to torment him—and her, a fair bit more. I could tell Krew that Regina was watching us, but decided not to—just in case he became cock-shy. “Not yet,” I ordered. “You still haven’t learned to be quiet.”
