Page 77 of Catcher's Lock

He’s been able tothinkthese last ten minutes?

New mission: Punish his throat with my cock until he doesn’t have a thought left in his annoyingly pretty head.

I’ll even besweetabout it.

“You’re fucking gorgeous on your knees for me, Rocket,” I tell him, because he is, and I want him to know it. And because he also deserves a little gentleness before I ravage him, I brush a damp lock of auburn hair off his forehead. “I’ll give you whatever you want. I’m a total mess for you.”

His lips part with a flush that has nothing to do with thehot water pounding on his back, and I slip my thumb between them.

“Open for me. Just like that.”

When his tongue darts out to taste me, I rub the pad of my thumb over it, gathering his saliva and smearing it over his already wet lips. Then I slide one hand around to cup the back of his neck while I grip the base of my cock and line it up.

“You ready?”

All the wry amusement is gone from his face, leaving only heat and surrender.

Please don’t let me fucking come the second I touch that mouth.

Curling my fingers around his neck, I urge him forward until I can press the head of my cock down on his tongue.

“Suck.”

He closes his mouth around me and sucks.

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.

My hand slides up, fingers tangling tightly in his hair, and I fight to hold myself still.

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking good,” I groan as he rubs his scorching tongue back and forth over the sensitive strip beneath my crown. “I’m gonna give you a little more now, okay?” The tight suction eases as he relaxes his jaw, and I nudge deeper into his willing mouth. He gags when I hit the back of his tongue, then swallows reflexively at the rush of saliva, nearly bringing me to my knees.

I’m losing it.

I yank his head back, my cock popping free, and bend to bring my face to his.

“Baby, I wanna use you so bad right now,” I confess. “But I don’t want to hurt you, and I need you to like it. I need you to come with me when I spill down your throat. Can you do that for me?”

Slowly, eyes pinned to my face, he swipes his hand over his spit-soaked mouth, then uses it to coat his ruddy cock. “Yes.”

“It’s not gonna be gentle.” I need him to understand.

He tries to nod, whining through his strained vocal cords when I give his head a shake.

“Words, Rocket.”

“Yes,” he whispers, his hand shuttling desperately over his erection, and I stand, satisfied.

This time, he barely lets me angle myself before he surges forward, taking me as deep as he can.

This time, I hold him there, testing him with shallow thrusts of my hips until his throat stops fighting and lets me in.

A babble of nonsense spills out of me as I brace my back against the tile and sink both hands into his hair. Mindful of his inexperience, I skirt the limits of my restraint, giving him time to adjust before I unleash myself. Butfuck, he makes it hard to hold back. He sucks air through his nose and watches my reactions with fervent, lust-fogged eyes.

Then he chokes, and when he follows it with a hum of approval, I’m fucking done. Losing the last of my control, I hold him still and fuck into him with brutal abandon.

The sounds of it are obscene and decadently…masculine—harsh pants and groans and the wet smack of his hand working over his cock—and I’ve never been so turned on in my life. My orgasm is a tsunami rushing toward shore.

“I’m gonna—fuck. C’mon, Rocket. Come for me now. I can’t—”