Chapter 22
When I felt his finger slide into his mouth alongside my dick, I knew what was coming. Shamelessly I spread my knees, pulling them up. He pulled his finger out, wet and dripping, and without any preamble slid it into my ass. He pressed and pushed, and I screamed, hunched, and came down his throat. He swallowed it all, and when I’d done, kissed the tip of my cock and lifted up so I could see his face. With his hands on my knees holding me open, I felt decadent and wanton.
And kind of dirty in the bad way.
I shouldn’t have let it happen again. One time was one thing. We’d both needed it, wanted it, and that had been all there was to it. But a blow job just because we’d gotten a little turned on? Really unacceptable.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he murmured, dropping his gaze to my spent, saliva-slick dick. The lust in his gaze would make anyone feel good. “I want in your ass.”
“No.”
His gaze jerked to mine. “Alex?”