Starting From Here (Starting From #3) - Lane Hayes Page 0,11

I immediately pushed a single digit inside. I ravaged his mouth while I finger-fucked him and stroked his cock. The angle wasn’t ideal, but I excelled at finding rhythm in unlikely places. Dec chanted a steady stream of “Oh, my God” and “Fuck, yeah” as I surrounded him and took him over. I owned him, and I fucking loved it. And damn, I wanted nothing more than to make him come.

So I added a second finger as I licked his neck and whispered, “You’re gonna beg me for my cock next time, Dec. Fucking beg me. But now you’re gonna come. Do it. Come for me.”

He did.

In fact, he fell apart spectacularly. He buried his face in my shoulder and trembled as his orgasm ripped through his body, shooting cum over my fist and on his T-shirt.

I eased my fingers from his ass and flopped against the wall beside him, so I didn’t fall over when I finished myself off. I was teetering near the edge anyway. This wouldn’t take long.

I gave Dec a lecherous glance and licked my palm. He was too strung out to respond, but I knew I had his attention. His eyelids flickered as he raked his teeth over his swollen bottom lip. He watched me tug my dick before peeling himself off the wall to kneel at my feet.

Dec closed his hand over mine and looked up. “My turn.”

“Use your teeth, and I will end you,” I threatened.

He snorted. “You’re priceless. Trust me, T. I know what I’m doing.”

I tapped my cock on his bottom lip, wordlessly telling him to prove it. And fuck me…he did.

Declan twirled his tongue around the crown, sucking it noisily, then licking my length to the root. He repeated the motion a couple of times, making sure to fondle my nuts, effectively transferring any remaining brain cells to my cock and balls in a matter of seconds. It still wasn’t enough. I grabbed a handful of his rock-star long locks and held his head.

“Suck me like you mean it,” I growled.

He shuddered and released a blissed-out moan before swallowing me whole. Oh…that was more like it. I softened my grip, but I didn’t release him. He liked it. Maybe even craved having my fingers tangled in his hair as I guided him over my dick.

Let’s be real, I might have been the one on the receiving end of a freaking awesome blowjob, but Dec effortlessly communicated how he wanted me to play my part. And I might hate how easily I fell for his bossy BS, but seriously…my jeans were around my ankles and my cock had a heartbeat of its own. So when the guy sucking me to oblivion encouraged me to let go, I went for it.

I held his head and fucked his mouth, pumping my hips double time while he clawed at my ass cheeks, urging me to go faster, harder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I choked, pulling my cock from his mouth.

Declan licked the underside of my balls, then sat back on his heels. “Come on me. I want you to lick it off me. I want you to—”

I let out a strangled gasp and exploded. I couldn’t do much to contain the mess, and Dec didn’t seem to mind when jizz hit his shirt, his cheek, his chin, and the corner of his mouth. I sank to my knees and captured his face again, pushing my tongue between his lips before licking him clean.

When I was satisfied with my effort, I pulled away and closed my eyes. “God, I’m gonna regret that in the morning.”

Declan huffed as he stood. He kicked my knee to get my attention and offered me his hand. “Dude, I wouldn’t complain if I were you. I’m the one with cum in my beard.”

I redressed swiftly, giving him a once-over as I zipped my jeans and buckled my belt. “Yeah, it’s in your hair too.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Hey, you literally asked for it. I’m not apologizing for any—”

“Relax, T. I don’t want your fucking apology.” He narrowed his eyes angrily.

“What do you want? Oh, wait. This was a down payment for playing a track on your record, eh?”

“Down payment? I didn’t know you were charging in installments.”

I didn’t either. I didn’t know that I was doing anything in particular. One second we were arguing in a bar and the next…

I swiped my hand over my stubbled jaw, fixating on his washboard abs as he yanked his T-shirt off. He used it to clean up