On the Run (Whispering Key #2) - May Archer Page 0,52

him go and was rewarded when he leaned up to kiss me again. His hands smoothed down my back to cup my ass, pulling me against him, and I sucked in a breath because the heat of his skin on my skin and the glide of my cock against his stomach felt so fucking good it was nearly painful.

Then he sank to his knees on the cement and reached for my fly, and my brain nearly short-circuited at the sight. He shifted slightly to undo the button and winced a little… and I blinked out of my haze.

“Wait.” I slid sideways, grabbed the cushion off the lounge chair, and dropped it on the ground. “Here. Continue.”

He stared up at me.

“It’s for your knees,” I explained. Then, when he still looked completely perplexed, I explained further, “Put the cushion under your knees so you won’t get hurt on the concrete.”

“Yes, yes, I understand the concept,” Toby huffed. “I just can’t believe you, at this moment, were thinking… Actually, never mind, yes I can.” He snorted something that sounded like unicorn, but after he put the cushion under his knees, he pressed a kiss to my belly button that made my abs contract, so I figured he wasn’t really upset.

“Anything else, Goodman? We done being polite?” Toby moved lower, mouthing my erection through my shorts, and my hips punched forward of their own volition.

Toby carefully slid the zipper down over my erection. My shorts and underwear dropped to the ground with a soft noise, and my thick cock sprang free, bobbing against my stomach in the afternoon sunshine.

“Oh, wow.” Toby’s voice literally trembled with excitement that made it impossible for me not to believe he was totally into this.

He grasped the base of my cock. His fingers and thumb came nowhere near touching, which was the point where I’d seen some guys go from excited to wary, but not Toby. He tugged lightly, and when a bead of precum gathered at the tip, he made a sound of raw appreciation. Without even a second for me to brace, he leaned forward, sucked my tip into his mouth, and ran his tongue over the slit.

For exactly one second, I was grateful for the high fencing around the yards, the nearly empty neighborhood, and the fact that the contractors weren’t working today, because I yelled so loud it bounced off the trees.

“Oh, shit. You taste fucking amazing. I knew it. I so knew it.” Toby pumped my dick a couple of times and licked me again, humming happily like he was savoring it. Then he turned those big eyes up at me. “I want every drop.”

Then he opened his mouth even wider and sank down on my cock, holding my gaze the whole time. He couldn’t take the whole thing, not even half, but his hand jerked me in counterpoint to the sucking of his mouth, and it was so damn good, sweat ran down my back and my legs wanted to give out. My slick hands clenched and unclenched around the column in front of me, and I had to spread my legs wider to brace myself so I could stay upright as pleasure wracked me.

He pulled back a little while later so he could tear at his own shorts and push them down his thighs, baring his erection.

“Don’t you move,” he said severely, voice wrecked. “This was poor planning, in retrospect. I just need… a little… Fuck, yeah.” He wrapped a hand around his own shiny, swollen length, and both of us groaned.

Toby looked up at me as he jacked himself, and his eyes burned. “In a minute, I’m gonna have you on your knees for me, too. You want that?”

Shit, yes, I wanted it.

But he didn’t wait for my reply before he drew my tip back into his mouth with a contented little noise, like there was nowhere on earth he’d rather be.

His lips and jaw were stretched fully around me, but he worked his tongue over the underside of my dick in ways I hadn’t known were possible, sucking and slurping with no inhibitions whatsoever, like this moment—this pleasure—was so much more important than appearances.

His hair had fallen across his forehead, his brown eyes watered, and he looked real and raw—nothing like the put-together guy he’d been earlier. It made the whole experience feel like a fantasy come to life, and I gave myself over to it.

My hips shot forward slightly, and Toby choked, but when I went to move