Chapter 50

“I love the way you taste—have I ever told you that, sweetheart?” He planted tiny kisses along the thick vein that ran under my shaft. “I love the way you feel.” He blew a breath that ruffled the wiry hairs that covered my balls. “I love you.”

And my cock was engulfed by the wet heat of his mouth. Roddy moved his head smoothly up and down, and I shuddered at the exquisite sensations. Whenever he did this, I could never last long, and I did want this to last. I opened my eye resolutely, determined to distract myself with thoughts of England.

But Roddy wasn’t having any of that. He released my cock and ran a finger over the oozing tip. As he swallowed me again, that finger found its way between my arse cheeks and started teasing my anus, dipping in shallowly.

I bucked up into his mouth one more time, and began to spill myself into his throat.

It took me some time to catch my breath. “You didn’t come,” I breathed.