Doin' A Dime (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 4)

His breath hitched as he hardened beneath those sweatpants.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” he rumbled, voice full of hope and hesitancy at the same time.

“Yes,” I said as I slowly pulled the waistband of his sweats down far enough that the tip of his cock could pop free.

He groaned when I leaned over and ran the tip of my tongue over the swollen head.

“Need these a little farther down since you insist on wearing them even when they’re super tight,” I commented.

He lifted his hips upward, causing the tip of his cock to press against my lips.

But instead of taking it in my mouth, I helped him pull his pants down, and instead gave myself the gift of his entire cock instead of just the tip.

The tip was nice and all, but so was the entire package.

He had a great cock.

One that was thick, long, and full of nurse porn veins that I loved.

The tip of his cock was a ruddy red, and I couldn’t stop myself from running my tongue along the ridge before following a vein down to the root.

“Jesus,” he whispered, his hand going to my hair.

“These veins,” I said, following another one upward to the top. “They drive me insane.”

“Well, join the club.” He panted, his head now thrown back and his glasses going even more askew. “Because I’ve been in hell ever since you came into my life and showed me those goddamn eyelashes.”

I snickered before really getting to work, allowing my mouth to take him in as far as I could before pulling back and trying all over again.

I hadn’t quite mastered the art of deep throating.

But I was getting better.

At least, that was what Hunt said each time I took him inside of my mouth.

“Wrap your hand around the base,” he ordered. “And fuck the top half with your mouth while you use your hand to jack me off.”

He groaned when I followed directions, giving him exactly what he asked for.

I felt his cock pulse and knew without him telling me that he was close.

But I’d never gotten this far before.

There was always sex at the end of the line for us before.

Now, I knew that he was going to come without me.

I knew that I had two options, swallow or not.

With anyone else, I would’ve said not.

But with Hunt, there were things that I’d never, not ever thought I’d like that I found that I did.

And the idea of him coming in my mouth and me swallowing it was something that made my nipples pucker in excitement.

Yeah, I wanted to try.

I could at least say when I was done, if I found it disgusting, that I’d given it the good ol’ college try.

But I had a feeling I was going to love it.

He groaned, his hand reaching up to cup my jaw, and he urged me just a little bit deeper.

When I didn’t complain, he took over completely, wrapping his hand around mine and squeezing so tight that it almost hurt my hand.

I glanced up at him to look at his face and saw that he was now staring down at me, a look of enrapture filling his features.

“I’m going to come down your throat,” he announced, voice raspy and thick.

Then I felt the underside of his cock start to pulse.

The salty heat of his release hit the back of my tongue, and then I was swallowing, having no other choice but to do so or have it flood out of my mouth.

Through it all, I kept my eyes on his.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

I wanted to smile but I was too busy swallowing and trying not to get my scrub top messy.

When he was finally done coming, I scrambled up off of my knees and cleaned my hand off, finding a few escaped droplets.

His eyes went hot, and his cock pulsed.

“I can’t,” I moaned as I picked up my coffee. “Shit, I’m already late.”

With that, I ran my clean hand through his hair, said, “Be good” and was gone seconds later.

Four hours into my shift, my lunch break came, and I groaned.

Because in my hurry to get out of the house this morning, I’d not only forgotten my breakfast, but I’d forgotten my lunch, too.

“Crap,” I grumbled to myself as I pulled out the twenty-dollar bill I’d procured from Hunt.

Today was tuna salad day in the cafeteria, and I’d already almost gagged each time it’d passed me in the hallway for the patients.

I hated tuna salad.

That was the one thing that I’d always eat when I was younger because that seemed the only thing that my aunt managed to know how to cook.

And I’d already heard through the grapevine that the grill that normally sold hamburgers was closed today due to short staffing.

Which meant I was stuck either being hungry—really hungry at this point—or eating a tuna sandwich.