Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,59

my cock like that, I’m going to explode. So if you’re offering…”

He lowered himself to his knees and stroked his own cock a few times. I quickly looked around for prying eyes. I knew no one was home, but the thought of Abel and his homophobia made my stomach flip. I had no idea what he would do…never been in this position before. I usually walked in on them in various primal poses.

By his expression, I could surmise he didn’t expect the size or width of my cock. “Fuck, this is a nice surprise.”

I had one word. “Grower.” Did he think he was the only one with a big dick? Fuck, I needed to see how he planned on sucking me off. I hoped his jaw was nice and loose. His hands roamed, touching, squeezing, and kneading the fuck out of my skin. My orgasm simmered below the surface as he continued a slow and steady build. My skin was on fire, electricity ran through my veins, waking the dormant parts of my body and lighting a smoldering fire in my soul.

“So fucking ripped,” he said, and my cock bobbed, begging for his touch. His tongue poked out to wet his bottom lip. Hunger. “I’m going to suck this thick cock.” He squeezed. “Then I’m going to fuck you.”

I found his arrogance sexy, but… “I need to see what kind of skill you have before I consider being stretched by that…” I pointed to his cock. His teeth seemed impossibly white in the moon’s beam. Good fucking god, he was glorious to look at. On his knees, his hand fisted my cock tightly, his chest had just the right amount of hair, and he had a face any gay man would love to come all over.

This was a nice way to wrap up the day. I could use a good cock-sucking, and after sucking him off last night, I couldn’t deny I wanted to be filled by him. I wasn’t the least bit concerned with where. It was more about when. However, I’d keep that to myself.

I was dying to thread my fingers through his thick, dark hair and got my chance a few minutes later. He gripped both side of my hips and nuzzled the sweet spot between my groin. His tongue ran the length of my cock. Then enclosed over my head. He sucked, only taking the tip of my cock as he pumped.

“Fuck, Michael.” I moaned, watching his grin widen around my cock. My hips shoved forward, wanting more. I needed him to take me deeper. Stop toying with me. I nearly growled. I’m pretty fucking sure he wouldn’t be able to swallow one of my loads, but would love to see him try.

My fingers flexed along his scalp as his lips slid down my length. Just a little further. Open a little wider. I fought the need to push forward. His hands moved to the backs of my thighs to steady himself before picking up the pace. Fuck, his mouth feels good. His lips and mouth stretched wide on the way down, and formed a nice suction on the way up. “That’s it…ahh.” I would lose it in a few more strokes.

I looked down at the man who had my cock in his mouth, and thought how odd life was. Never would I have regarded him as a potential lover. Who would think I’d fine romance under Abel Gunner’s roof?

Michael started to hum as he pulled me deeper into his mouth, and I watched, struggling to stay vertical. My orgasm came barreling down. “Keep sucking me just like that,” I choked out, unable to focus on anything but his hot mouth and the hungry, sucking sounds he made.

My cock started to thicken, and I knew it was coming. Fuck. My fingers tightened, my hips now pumping, and I ground out my orgasm against his face. He choked down three creamy spurts, and I jerked the last one on his handsome face. Now, that’s a facial.

“Thank you, I needed that,” I whispered into the night air. My body was still humming.

I didn’t realize he was on his feet. He pulled out his wallet from his discarded pants next to the pool, producing a condom. “My turn,” he said as he tore it open with his teeth.

“Yes, it is.” I smiled and walked to the table. “My legs still have tremors.” I drained the last bit of chardonnay from my glass, and then his. “Not here. Let’s head