Page 56 of Full Split

“Niles.”

“Shut up,” I tell him, nipping and then licking his bottom lip.

He doesn’t stop me.

Wyatt always tries to go first when we meet up for quickies or make out sessions like this. It’s his thing. He likes getting me off and then running away like it’s some kind of victory. At first it was because he felt guilty and was proving to himself that he wasn’t taking advantage of me or some shit. But not this time.

This time, he’s the one leaving this bathroom on wobbly legs.

I drop to my knees, tearing his shorts and underwear down his thighs on my way. Before he can say another word, I fist the base of his cock and shove it so far down my throathechokes.

I go down on him like I’m on a mission, alternating between deep throating and pumping the base of his cock with my fist while I suck on the sensitive head. I love the way his knees shake whenever I do that. It’s sloppy. Wet. And not exactly quiet. Between the wet sounds of suction, my moaning, and his panting breaths, it’s a cacophony of bliss in the small room.

He tries to hold back. He always tries. But I can tell he’s close. He’s breathing hard, gripping the sink like it’s all that’s keeping him standing. My finger moves to the back of his sack, then?—

Knock knock knock

We both freeze.

“Dad? Niles?”

Wyatt goes pale and holds his breath.

I grin.

“Few more minutes!” I call sweetly.

“Have you seen my dad?”

“I think he went upstairs to do some breathing exercises or something. He seemed tense about something, not sure what.”

Weston curses under his breath. “Alright, thanks. I’ll go check on him. Are you alright in there?”

“Hmm?” I say, licking a broad stroke up the underside of Wyatt’s cock.

“I said are you okay? It sounded like someone was hyperventilating in there.”

“Nope, all good. Just, um… You know. Poopin’.”

Wyatt covers his face with both hands. I think he might be turning purple. Almost the same shade as the head of his dick right now, actually. It’s a pretty color. I want to paint my room the exact shade…

“You could have used an upstairs bathroom, you know.”

“Yeah, I know, but I couldn’t hold back anymore.”

There’s a long pause where I proceed to start bobbing up and down on Wyatt’s cock again.

“Well alright. I’m gonna go check on my dad.”

I glance up at the man in question as I make a sound of affirmation, muffled around his cock.

Wyatt’s trying to hold his breath and hold back at the same time. His expression’s somewhere between horror and orgasm.

If he wasn’t about to come, he’d probably strangle me.

Finally, Weston leaves.

And Wyatt falls apart.