Page 74 of The Risk Taker

My eyes water, but I don’t stop. I press forward, my throat flexing around him, easing him past the point of no return. There’s a moment where my gag reflex threatens to kick in, but I breathe slow through my nose and take him all the way.

My lips meet the base of his groin, the hair there brushing against my cheeks. His cock is stuffed in my throat, my nose buried against his pelvis, and he loses it.

“I didn’t know it could feel this fucking good.Ahhh—Fuck, I’m not going to last.”

He’s shaking, groaning, his hips twitching but holding back from thrusting. I feel every throb of his cock in my throat, feel the spit and precum slicking my lips. I stay there, hollowing my cheeks, sucking him deeper, and a low, choked groan is ripped straight from his spine.

I pull back an inch, breathe, then slide down again, sucking hard as I bury him all over again, taking him balls-deep.

His legs nearly give out.

“Y-you’re so fucking good at this,” he gasps, his voice breaking. “How the fuck are you this good?”

I look up at him, my eyes glassy from the stretch, and his mouth drops open like it’s too much, like the sight of me with his cock all the way down my throat might just push him over the edge.

He groans so loud I have no fucking clue how the guys don’t hear it, his body shaking as I suck him. His thighs shake and his hand grips tighter in my hair.

“I’m gonna—Logan, I’m—I’m gonna fuckingcome—please, fuck, please—don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop?—”

Oh, fuck. Demanding Nathan is hot as fuck.

I do as I’m told and suck harder, drool spilling down my chin, the slick sound of my mouth working him filling the room.

His cock pulses on my tongue and then he’s coming, gasping my name, twitching in my mouth and I swallow every drop he gives me, sucking him through it, not daring to stop until he’s groaning and sagging into the wall.

He’s still gasping when I finally pull off, letting his cock drag along my tongue one last time before it slips free with a wet, sloppy pop.

He’s trembling, breathing heavy like he just ran a mile, his eyes glazed looking so deliciously wrecked.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, smirking up at him.

“Holy shit.” he says, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna fuckingkillme.”

I grin, licking the taste of him from my lips. “Not yet.”

He lets out a breathless laugh. “Fuck, I don’t even know where I am right now.”

“Don’t worry. You’re gonna come back down eventually,” I say, pressing a kiss to his thigh before I lift onto my feet, meeting his eyes, my thumb brushing against his cheek. “You okay, though?”

He nods, a breathless laugh escaping him. “Yeah. More than okay.” He hesitates, chewing his lip, eyes flicking down, then back up to mine. “Can I… do it to you?”

I stare at him for half a few seconds, the question catching me off guard, before my mouth curves into a grin. “You can do anything you want to me.”

I step back without breaking eye contact, sit on the edge of the bed, then lean back onto my elbows, spreading my legs a little, my cock so painfully hard. “C’mere.”

He steps toward me and climbs onto the bed, his knees brushing the edge of mine as he settles between my legs.

His hands land on my thighs, shaking a little. My cock twitches and his eyes fall to it, licking his lips, like he doesn’t know how to handle it—me—but wants to.

I let him just look, because Iwanthim to look. I want him to see how badly I want him, how hard I am just from having him between my legs, his hands on me and his eyes eating me alive.

His eyes flick up to mine, nerves swirling in them. “I don’t…” He pauses. “Just tell me if I mess it up.”

“You couldn’t,” I murmur with a shake of my head. There’s no way he could make me feel anything but good. I want it too much. Wanthimtoo much.

His lips brush my skin, right at the base, just a soft kiss that sends heat spearing down my spine.

My fingers slide into his hair. “Start with your tongue,” I tell him. “Get me wet.”