My mouth waters.
“You going to get naked?” he asks.
“Umm, no.” I can’t take my jacket off because the box is in there. Then again, maybe I can take it off and throw it into the closet and then chase after it later after Thorne comes his brains out.
“No?” Thorne laughs.
“Uh … I mean, yes.” I pull open my coat and slip it off my shoulders, but the minute I throw it, the box drops to the floor a few feet away from me. “Fuck!”
“What? Why are you being weird?”
“I’m not being weird.” My voice is definitely being weird though. It’s all high-pitched and squeaky. “Ooh, idea.” I take off my shirt and throw it to him. “Put that over your eyes.”
He takes the shirt cautiously but does it. Damn, that’s actually a really hot sight. His long body on display while he can’t see anything.
Focus!
I drop to the floor and crawl across the carpet.
“Seb,” Thorne rasps. “I need your mouth.”
“Working on it.” I grab the box and pull it to me, but now what do I do with it? “Maybe you can stroke yourself for me while, I, uh, get my mouth warmed up.”
Get my mouth warmed up? What the fuck is wrong with me?
Thorne sits up, my shirt falling from his face. I roll the box under the bed, but I overshoot it, and it disappears into the abyss.
Of course.
“You’re definitely being weird,” Thorne says.
“Shirt back over your eyes.” I blink up at him.
“I feel like you’re trying to rob me or something.”
“That wouldn’t really be worth it, would it? I know how much we pay you.”
Thorne laughs, and it seems to settle his unease. He covers his eyes with my shirt again, and no sooner it’s back in place, I rise up and lean over him, immediately swallowing his dick to the root.
His hand finds its way into my hair. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
I bring my A game, sucking him deep and stroking the base of his long cock with my hand. This isn’t going to last long because I don’t want it to.
I glance up at him, at his parted lips and my shirt covering the top half of his face. I wonder how many times he’s thought about this moment in the last couple of years. When he’s walked in on me with other guys and wished I was hooking up with him instead.
My chest aches that I put him through that. I had no inkling, nothing, about what my actions were doing to him. And now that we’re here, his thick cock pulsing in my mouth while I bob my head to draw out his pleasure, I’ll do everything it takes to make it up to him.
That’s what his gift is about—to let him know I’m all in, and I want this to be a permanent thing.
He groans, low and raspy, and his hips thrust off the bed. I love that even though he’s given me control of this situation, and he’s trying to restrain himself, he can’t manage to do it completely.
I love he desires me that fiercely.
My own cock aches, still stuck behind the confines of my pants because I only managed to get my shirt off in the frantic need to cover up his present. I struggle with my zipper, trying to get my dick free.
My mouth stretches around Thorne’s hard length, and I swallow him down. I moan when a dribble of precum hits my tongue because he tastes so fucking good. His cock is perfect. Uncut, long and thick. I can’t wait to have it inside me again, but that will have to be another time. I want to taste all of him.
I free my cock and stroke myself just a few times to take away the aching need between my legs long enough to be able to focus everything on Thorne.
“I want to see you,” he rasps.
There’s no reason he can’t now the box is somewhere I can’t even see if I’m looking for it, so I reach up and pull my shirt from his eyes. He leans up on his elbows and stares down at me, and the moment our gazes meet, his eyes fill with something I’m not used to seeing from my hookups. There’s heat and passion, but I’m struck by the awe and affection there too.
For the first time in my life, my heart feels full. I can’t tear my eyes away.
Thorne breaks first. His hand tightens in my hair, his head drops back as his eyes roll and his mouth drops open with the most amazing guttural grunt coming out.
The first spurts of cum shoot down the back of my throat, and I suck harder, swallowing every drop while he keeps convulsing into my mouth. He shudders, his legs tremble, and his muscles uncoil.
I did that. Getting someone off always gives me a power trip, but with someone I care about? It’s so much deeper and intense.