The fuck is that?
Something about him cutting off my air stokes something inside me. His hand is gripping the hair at the side of my head, pulling me backward to give him a better angle, and some part of me wants to show him I can go deeper.
He’s the one fucking my throat right now, yet I still have the urge to provoke him.
Take it further.
Pretend that I could do this all day.
If you think you can bruise my ego like this, you’re going to have to try a lot harder, Sevan.
I moan around him when he pulls back, giving me air again. I wipe at my slicked lips with the back of my hand, then finally push upward on my mask.
“Tired of this thing,” I mutter, tossing it to the side.
It hits the floor with a clatter and when I look back up at Sev, I can see him more clearly than before.
Every inch of hard muscle.
Every stroke of ink across his skin.
And his cock, slicked and hard.
His eyes are like a death sentence as he looks down at me.
“You’re never coming here again, do you understand?” he says softly.
“I don’t want to be in this fucking house to begin with. Already got what I came here for.”
He pries my mouth open with two of his fingers again, sliding them onto my tongue. This time he keeps them there while he stuffs his cock in beside them.
My mouth is stretched so far it hurts.
And he’s forcing as much of himself into me as he can. Punishing me for daring to defy him.
He doesn’t protest the fact that I took my mask off. He’s staring down at my face, taking me in as he fucks my mouth and probably tries to make it hurt, watching me like he’s committing every moment to his memory permanently.
His hips are bucking faster now. Each thrust slams into me and makes my body rock backward a little, and when I hear him let out a broken exhale, I know he’s close.
He pulls his fingers out and grips the side of my head.
Sevan Berlant is about to use me to come.
“I saved you from what would have been a very unpleasant night,” he utters, his words punctuated by breaths. “You should bethankingme, Weston.”
I gag as he cuts off my hair and then pulls back sharply. I flick my tongue along the underside of his tip, trying to push him over the edge.
Just do it.
I feel his cock throb on my tongue and it makes me throb, too, because apparently I’m like Pavlov’s fucking dog when it comes to having a dick in my mouth and I couldn’t control iteven if I tried. I reach up a hand and grip his thigh, his skin hot beneath my hand.
I don’t know if I’d rather push him away or if I just want to touch his skin, and I can’t believe he doesn’t shove away my touch.
He breathes heavier as he starts to fuck my mouth in a faster rhythm.
A flare of panic hits my veins as I realize what’s about to happen.
Every moment of tonight has felt surreal, but it’s not a dream. This night is going to be part of my history forever.