Page 60 of Illusionist
“Sorry, baby,” he says, withdrawing from me slowly. “This load is reserved for Agent Coleman's throat.”
My core clenches at his words, a fresh wave of arousal washing through me. The idea of watching Teddy suck Silas's cock, of seeing that pretty mouth stretched around him, has me biting back a moan.
“He's going to suck my dick if he wants to be allowed any relief,” Silas continues, his eyes fixed on Teddy's face.
Teddy goes rigid, but his cock jerks visibly, a fresh bead of precum leaking from the tip. His body's betraying him, showing us exactly how much the idea affects him despite any protests he might want to make.
Silas moves to the restraints, producing a knife from somewhere to cut through the zip ties. Teddy's hands come free, and he flexes his fingers, working feeling back into them.
“On your knees,” Silas orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.
For a moment, I think Teddy might refuse. His jaw works like he’s fighting with himself, honor warring with desire. But then his gaze drops to Silas's cock, still slick with my arousal, and his expression shifts.
He slides off the seat and onto his knees in front of Silas, looking up at him with those expressive hazel eyes. The sight is so erotic it makes my breath catch.
“Come on, Agent Coleman,” Silas says, threading his fingers through Teddy's dark hair. “Let me see what that pretty boy mouth can do.”
I move to kneel beside them, my hand sliding over Teddy's shoulder. “I'll play with your cock while you do that,” I murmur against his ear, and he shudders.
Teddy's hands come up to grip Silas's thighs, and slowly, almost reverently, he leans forward to take the head of Silas's cock between his lips. The sound Silas makes is pure sin, his head falling back as Teddy's mouth works over him.
“Fuck, that's good,” Silas breathes. “Your mouth is perfect, Agent. Made for sucking cock.”
The praise makes Teddy moan around Silas's length, and I file that reaction away. Silas was right, our federal agent has a praise kink.
I wrap my hand around Teddy's cock, stroking slowly from base to tip. He's so hard it has to be painful, his skin fever-hot under my touch. When I swipe my thumb over the head, collecting the precum gathered there, he bucks into my grip.
“Look at him,” I whisper to Silas, my free hand trailing over Teddy's muscled back. “Look how eager he is. How much he wants this.”
Silas's eyes are dark with lust as he watches Teddy take him deeper, those full lips stretched wide around his girth. “That's it, good boy. Take more. Show Nova how good you can be.”
The endearment makes Teddy whimper, and he hollows his cheeks, sucking harder. The sight of them together—Silas's tattooed hands in Teddy's hair, Teddy's clean-cut features flushed with arousal as he services the other man—is almost too hot to bear.
I can see myself getting lost in this dynamic, in watching these two beautiful men together. The contrast appeals to me on a visceral level—Teddy's golden boy goodness corrupted by Silas's dark magnetism. And the way Teddy responds to praise, the way he seems to melt under Silas's approval, makes me wonder what other buttons we could push.
“You're doing so well,” I murmur to Teddy, my hand still working his cock in slow, torturous strokes. “Taking him so deep. Making him feel so good.”
Teddy's response is a broken sound around Silas's length, his hips jerking into my grip. He's close—I can tell from the way his breathing has gone erratic, the way his muscles are tensing under my free hand.
But I'm not ready for this to end yet. I slow my strokes, keeping him right on the edge without letting him fall over.
“Not yet,” I whisper, and he makes a sound of frustrated need that has both Silas and me groaning.
Silas's grip in Teddy's hair tightens, and his thrusts become more insistent. “I'm close,” he warns, his voice strained. “Gonna come down your throat, Agent Coleman. You want that?”
Teddy's answering moan is all the confirmation needed. Silas holds his head steady, thrusting deeper until Teddy gags slightly, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. But he doesn't pull away—if anything, he seems to press closer, taking Silas as deep as he can manage.
“Fuck yes,” Silas growls, and then he's coming with a broken curse, his body going rigid as he spills down Teddy's throat.
I watch Teddy swallow convulsively, his throat working to take everything Silas gives him. When Silas finally releases his grip and steps back, Teddy sits back on his heels, breathing hard, his lips swollen and red.
“Don't swallow all of it,” I say quickly, crawling toward him.
Understanding flickers in his eyes, and when I reach him, there's still some of Silas's release on his tongue. I capture his mouth in a deep kiss, tasting Silas's salt as we share the fluid between us. It's filthy and intimate and perfect.
When we break apart, we both swallow, and Teddy makes a sound like he's been punched.
“Now you,” I say, pushing him onto his back.
