Page 34 of Sin Deep
“Good boy.” He felt Winter’s cock against his ass as he drew a line from Harley’s spine to his ear with a hot tongue.
“Oh damn…” His eyes crossed as he grabbed hold of the edge of the sink. His arousal went from—well, not zero. He hadn’t been at zero in a few days, but a nice thirty-five to eighty in nothing.
Winter kept exploring, kissing and nibbling along his neck. He figured the dishes were gonna wait when Winter started in on his belt and opened his jeans. “Do you always take off your shirt to wash dishes? Because I approve of this practice.”
“I didn’t want to get my shirt all—” He grunted as Winter managed to give him some room for his prick and stroke a nipple at the same time, shattering his thoughts.
Winter was solid against his back, and rock hard. “Wet?” Winter asked, cupping him through his briefs.
“Uh-huh…” He rolled up, begging hard. “I haven’t come since you. I need bad.”
He couldn’t see Winter’s face, but he heard the soft gasp close to his ear. “Petit. What a gift.” Winter spun him so his back hit the sink and kissed him, teeth nipping at his lower lip, hands pushing his briefs down past his hips. “Touch yourself, petit. Show me how much you need.”
His eyes rolled, because part of him said that was private, but the bigger part of him screamed with needing to do it, show off, let someone—letWinter—see him.
So he grabbed himself at the base of his prick, dragging his fingers hard along the shaft, then a hard touch at the tip to make him fly before going back down.
“Pretty petit.” Winter licked his lips and palmed himself through his slacks as he watched. “So sweet. Saving this just for me.”
“For you.” Oh fuck him. He was burning alive, buzzing, and he had to spread his legs to make room for him.
“Do you want to come in my mouth, petit?” Winter reached out and pinched a nipple hard, then slid a thumb over it to soothe it.
He whimpered and shot, the sensation, the words, the need—it was all too huge, too erotic, wonderfully over the top.
“Next time.” Winter kissed him again, tongue pushing past his lips and gliding along his own.
He wanted to apologize, but his mouth was full, and his cock was recovering and he could do it in a minute.
The kiss ended naturally, and Winter leaned back, eyes twinkling. “You must feel better.”
“Lord, yes, sir. Thank you. I’m sorry for shooting so fast, but you’re so fine to me.”
“Oh, Harley. Don’t apologize, shooting was the point.” Winter kissed his cheek. “And thank you for saying so; I haven’t heard that in a while.”
“That was incredibly hot.” He brushed their lips together, then dove in again.
Winter moaned for him, accepting the kiss and letting him drive, letting him taste and explore. He dove in, one hand curling around the back of Winter’s neck, holding on tight.
Winter caught him with an arm around his back and leaned into him with a groan, hard cock pressing into his thigh.
Oh, he wanted that. He wanted it bad. “How do you need me?”
Winter leaned back and looked into his eyes. “Your heavenly mouth, petit.” Winter’s hands moved to his belt.
He dropped to his knees, his own cock happy and proud as he got ready to suck that heavy prick.
Winter opened his fly and pulled out a swollen cock, watching him and stroking it a couple of times before touching the tip to Harley’s lips. “Pretty, petit, on your knees for me.”
He kissed the tip, then dragged his tongue over the slit. The flavor made him moan; the scent of Winter made him dizzy.
Winter groaned, and his eyes closed, head rolling back on his shoulders. He seemed relaxed but those hips arched toward him impatiently. “Sweet boy.”
He wasn’t sure if he was sweet, but he was hungry, and he wanted Winter to fly.
Winter caught his chin in one hand and pushed that cock past his lips. “I want you, petit. I want to come in your mouth, feel you swallow it all.”
He groaned and opened up, his lips fastening around the shaft of Winter’s cock and beginning to pull hard. This was the fiercest thing he’d ever done.
