Page 66 of B is for Beg

I plunge my tongue into his mouth, and we continue our battle for dominance for a few heady seconds.

He pushes me to arm’s length. “And this is…unexpected.”

“Unexpected good?”

“Very good.”

“I want you just as much as I want our boy, Gabe.” I get down on my knees.

“What are you doing?”

“Proving how much I want you.” I tug his pyjamas down, humming with approval as I discover he’s not wearing any underwear.

“Cal—”

I cut him off mid-sentence by gripping the shaft of his cock so I can swipe the head along my lips.

He trembles and presses his palms against the wall. “Cal…”

“Hmm?” I glance up at him.

“You don’t have to prove anything.”

“Oh, I think I do. You have a gorgeous cock.”

He laughs. “You don’t have to sweet-talk me.”

“You think I’m lying?”

He shrugs.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Gabe. I know you don’t see it, but you are. Blake saw it the moment he set eyes on you.”

I take the head of his cock into my mouth before he can say another word. He groans and tips his head back against the wall, his eyes fluttering shut. I use my tongue to swirl patterns up and down the length of his cock. He’s hard and dripping pre-cum, which I lap up greedily. I make a contented ‘mmm’ sound around his cock, and he shivers and moans.

“Oh, Cal, that feels so good.”

I take him deep, showing him with every suck and lick that I might be on my knees but that I’m not being even remotely submissive. He runs a hand over my scalp and grips my shoulder tightly with the other as though he’s using me to hold himself up. The way his fingers dig into my soft tissue hurts like hell, but it’s also sexy as sin. The pain makes me suck him harder. I grab his hips and encourage him to thrust into my mouth.

“Cal!” he gasps.

I look up at him, grinning around his cock. He stares into my eyes, and for a second, I can’t breathe. A few days ago, I’d have squirmed at the thought of sucking him off. Now it’s literally the only thing I want to do. Suck him so hard he goes cross-eyed as he comes.

“Cal!”

He’s fucking my mouth now, and I love it. I feast on him as he snaps his hips back and forth, each thrust more powerful than the last. He grunts and groans, and I moan and hum around his cock, letting the vibrations of the sound drive him wild.

“Cal, I’m going to—”

He lets out a loud, satisfied sigh as hot, salty cum hits the back of my throat. It burns slightly, but I swallow over and over until there’s not a single drop left in his cock.

“Oh…” he breathes, panting. “Oh.”

I pull off his cock and whip my phone out. “Photo or it didn’t happen,” I remind him.

I capture him laughing. The photo is taken from a low angle, his soft, glistening cock purposefully the focus of the shot. But I’ve got his face too, the soft focus making his red, sweaty face look utterly beautiful. His smile highlights his dimples, although they’re not really visible in the photo. I switch my phone into selfie mode and take a picture of my face, noting with relish that there’s cum and spit dribbling down from the corner of my mouth.

Gabe slides down to the floor, still breathing harshly. “That was fun.”