Page 131 of The Incredible Ordinary

I snort out a laugh. “What else do you need from me? I’m all for cooperation to make your job easier.” My voice is strained from the way he keeps looking at me.

He licks his lips before his gaze collides with mine.

“A taste?” he says in a low, throaty voice.

There’s nervousness in his eyes, but also unmistakable lust.

Before I can say anything, he leans forward and swipes the flat of his tongue over the head and the drop of precum.

I suck in a breath, and my stomach muscles tighten painfully. He looks up again as if to confirm that what he’s doing is okay, and I want to tell him that if it were any more okay, I would combust. My fists tighten around the sheets.

He lowers his head, wraps his lip around the tip of my cock, and sucks.

His tongue swipes over the slit, and he sucks again.

More.

Cheeks hollowing.

He sucks me.

More precum leaks out of me. Or rather, he drinks it out of me. It’s like he’s using me as a straw to taste my lust.

His eyes are like the night sky—deep and dark, with sparks in them. Sparks made of desire.

He wants me just as much as I want him.

It’s a visual confirmation of something I technically already knew. Something inside me seems to have needed it. Something that gives me the go-ahead to relax into him.

He pulls me deeper into his mouth and his fingers graze my balls. I close my eyes against the rush of lust that explodes inside me.

My fingers move to his head and tighten in his hair. He lets out a low moan that makes my cock jerk. He takes me deeper, and intentionally or not, gags when he goes too far. The mix of saliva and my own precum makes my cock slicker and my breathing harsher.

He slides his palms up my thighs, fingers sinking into the flesh.

I drop back on my elbows.

He sucks cock like he’s been practicing for years. There’s an eagerness to it, but he also goes down on me with the kind of aggressiveness that suggests he’s riding into battle, determined to prove himself.

It’s fucking hot.

He wraps his fist around my dick, stroking, and follows his hand down with his mouth.

He sucks, laps, slurps. The sounds he’s making are pure indecency.

His fingertips are digging into the sides of my ass now.

He goes deeper, gagging when my cock twitches against the back of his throat. Goes down on me again.

My hips give an involuntary thrust, and his eyes water as he looks up at me before he pulls all the way to the tip and sucks on it. He tongues the slit and twists his hand around the base.

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Christ. Stop.” I tug at his hair. I need to fuck, but I can’t push into his throat. I don’t know what he’s ready for, but it might not be me coming in his mouth.

He ignores me and sucks me harder.

My thoughts go sluggish, until there’s nothing but the desperate search for release.

My body grows tighter under the onslaught of pleasure.