Chapter 16

SIXTEEN

Sutton practically shoves me into his apartment, and once we’re inside, he slams the door shut with his foot and pushes me against the wall. His mouth comes down hard on mine, almost like he’s been starving for me, even if it’s barely been an hour since he kissed me in the pool. His hair is still damp at the ends.

His hands wander up and down me everywhere he can reach. Back. Hips. Ass. Shoulders. Neck. Hair. And all the while, he keeps kissing me until I’m breathless with pure, undiluted lust.

Then we’re moving. Through the apartment and into his bedroom. Once we’re inside, the door gets the same slammed-shut-with-his-foot treatment as earlier. I don’t know why he bothers. It’s not like there’s anybody else here, but it sort of feels like him shutting us away from the rest of the world, and I like that.

His lips only leave mine for a moment as he grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head before he runs both hands under my shirt and pushes it higher, up to my chest and then off altogether.

“Pants. Off,” he says in a commanding tone.

I slump against the wall while he follows his own order and admire the smooth golden body he reveals to me. Every inch is cut. Every inch is perfect.

When I look up, I find his eyes on me. He nods at my sweats.

“Off,” he says again.

I tilt my head to the side and send him a lazy grin. There’s something heady about a man wanting you so much he’s reduced to single words.

“Ask me nicely,” I say.

A spark lights up his eyes.

“Take off your pants. I want to suck your cock.” He waits a beat before he adds, “Please.”

“That was sufficiently persuasive,” I say. I sound casual enough, but my hands shake and my heart hammers from anticipation when I push down my sweats.

He licks his lips slowly, eyes moving up and down my body. That look goes straight to my cock. It jerks, and Sutton’s breathing picks up.

Mine seems to stop altogether when Sutton drops to his knees in front of me and sits back on his heels.

He looks up.

Golden eyes and anticipation crackling all around us like fireworks.

I still can’t seem to breathe properly.

His palms go to the backs of my knees. Hands start to move upward. The scars just above my left knee are completely numb, while the right thigh is one of the few parts of me that’s still covered with my original skin. The contrast is weird—not unpleasant, not overwhelmingly good—but his hands keep moving.

He reaches my upper thighs. The back of his hand grazes my balls.

The breathing that had stopped before has now become uneven. He cups my balls, and my eyes close against the rush of desire that rolls over me. His hands move back until he’s palming both my ass cheeks.

My eyes fly open then.

Lips touch my thigh.

Sutton has leaned forward and is now kissing his way up my thigh.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Until his nose touches my balls. He cups my sac and licks over the underside.

My fingers spread on the wall behind me, and I’m glad I have that to lean against, otherwise I’d probably have tumbled to the floor already.

He continues his ministrations by licking up the crease between my crotch and my thigh. He nips at my hip. His fingers roll my balls and then move backward until he’s caressing the spot behind my them. I automatically widen my legs to give him better access.

I sink my fingers into his hair and my hips push forward, needy for more. The tip of my cock bumps against his lips, but he keeps his mouth closed.

“I thought you were going to suck me,” I say.

He hums against my dick and slides his lips down the side.

My fingers tighten.

“Tease,” I say hoarsely.

He looks up with a grin. “I’m savoring the moment.”

Warm breath whispers over my sensitive skin, and I let out a shuddering breath.

“Can you savor the moment with your mouth open?”

He hums again, and the sound vibrates through my dick.

“I could,” he says.

“Then maybe?—”

That’s all I get out, because that’s also the exact moment when Sutton wraps his lips around the tip of my cock and sucks.

My breath gets stuck somewhere in my lungs while every ounce of focus I have centers on the fact that there’s warm, wet heat surrounding my cockhead.

He promised to savor, and he stays true to his word.

It’s a worshipping of my dick.

He sucks me until I can’t think. Until my legs are shaking from the effort of holding myself upright. I draw in sharp breath after sharp breath to somehow manage the pleasure he’s slowly unleashing.

And then he swallows me down. Tip to root. Lips firmly around my shaft. Wet and hot and tight.

“Holy shit,” I gasp.

I’m clutching his hair like it’s a lifeline.

The blow job turns messier. He rolls my balls between his fingers and sucks. He takes me so deep that he gags, and my balls draw up almost painfully. And then he does it again.

It’s not a conscious move, but I start to thrust my hips forward. Searching for release. Or maybe chasing it, because it’s right there.

“Sutt,” I rasp. I’m not sure whether it’s a plea or a warning. Maybe a bit of both.

He sucks me in deep, and my hips snap forward. I’m forcing myself into his mouth, and I can’t help it.

He sucks hard and fast.

A harsh shout echoes through the room, and there’s a dazed second when I realize it came from me before I coat Sutton’s tongue with my release. My cock pulses in his mouth, spurt after spurt of cum that he swallows down, his throat contracting around the head of my cock. My body curls over him, fingers digging into his shoulders, and he keeps me in his mouth until he’s sucked me dry.

My dick softens slowly until it slips out of Sutton’s mouth. He falls back on his haunches, and I slowly slide down the wall, done with trying to keep myself upright.

My chests heaves while I try to catch my breath.

Sutton’s hand flies over his own dick until the muscles of his abdomen clench, and his body arches, and he comes all over his stomach and chest.

And then we’re both heaving for breath.

I lean forward and cup his face in my hands, drawing him toward me until I can kiss him. His tongue brushes mine, and I can taste myself, and it only makes me want him more.

He pulls away and looks at me, smiling, before he plants a quick kiss on the tip of my nose and gets up. He reaches out his hand, grabs mine, and pulls me to my feet.

“Food and round two?” he says.

I shouldn’t.

But I nod anyway.