Page 20 of Hollis (The Moore Men #2)

“I know you’re leakin’ all over your sweats.

Fuck, my mouth is waterin’, just thinkin’ about it.

You’re so fuckin’ hard, the vein runnin’ along the side is probably throbbin’, ain’t it?

” I continue to grind my hips against him, his thick, stiff length brushing along mine, making me dizzy.

“Bet your balls are just a fuckin’ achin’ too, aren’t they, baby? ”

Slamming his eyes shut and relaxing his jaw, Ford’s chest rapidly rises and falls as his breathing comes out in hot, shallow puffs across my face, and I use it to my advantage, closing the short distance between us and sealing my lips to his.

His whole body tenses, hands flexing against my abs, and I brace for him to push me away.

A second passes, and another, but nothing happens.

Then I feel it… The tension evaporates, his shoulders drop, and every single muscle in his body relaxes.

Hands falling to his side and lips parting, Ford gives himself to me on a silver platter, and I waste no time taking what’s offered to me.

My tongue flicks into his mouth, greedily tasting him, as my hand comes down to his thick, rigid length.

I stroke him over his sweats, swallowing his groans, the sound a direct line to my throbbing cock.

Ford kisses me back with fervor, giving just as much as he’s getting, while he grinds against my hand desperately.

I suck on his bottom lip, nipping at the slick flesh before dropping to my knees before him, because as much as I’d love to make out with him until we’re both gasping for air, there’s something else I need to do even more while I have him under my spell.

My fingers hook into the waistband of his sweats, and I tug them down until they’re pooling around his ankles.

His cock springs free, my mouth watering as it bobs in front of my face.

Even in the dark, I know it’s better and more glorious in person, and I’m already dying to have him naked for me a second time, but in better lighting, so I can well and truly appreciate its beauty and catalog every ridge and vein and curve to memory.

My heart pounds, the blood roaring in my ears as I flick my tongue against the tip, lapping up the sticky pool of arousal waiting for me.

The salty, sweet flavor explodes on my tongue as I savor it.

One taste ignites an inferno of need through my veins.

Saliva pools in my mouth as I close my lips around the fat mushroom tip and suck.

I swirl my tongue, teasing him for a few moments before taking more of him into my mouth.

Inch by thick, delicious inch, I swallow Ford’s cock until he’s touching the back of my throat.

Until my nose burrows in the short patch of dark pubic hair and my every sense is consumed by this man.

His musky, earthy scent fills my nostrils, making my head swim.

Placing one hand on the front of his beefy, thick thigh, I wrap the other around his girthy base, gripping him as I suck all the way to the tip before sinking back down again.

His hands are curled into tight fists at his sides, and when I peer up at him from beneath my lashes, I’m met with an overwhelming amount of lust and heat reflecting back at me.

My lips tug into a grin as I pull him out of my mouth and drag the flat of my tongue along the underside of his cock.

“Do it,” I say, my voice rough with arousal. I don’t need to see Ford’s face clearly to know he’s watching me with a puzzled expression, so I elaborate. “Do exactly what you said you wanted to do to me earlier. Fuck my throat. Take control. Lose control on me.”

I swirl my tongue around the tip before lazily sucking on it like a lollipop while waiting for him to find the nerve, but luckily, he doesn’t make me wait long.

Before I even realize what’s happening, Ford grabs a fistful of hair and yanks my head back, forcing his cock past my parted lips and across my ready and willing tongue.

He doesn’t bother going slow, and he’s not gentle, as he uses the brutal grip on my hair to guide me up and down his length.

The sexiest groans I’ve ever heard fill the air as he bottoms out and holds my head in place, properly fucking my throat exactly as he promised.

Tears spring to my eyes, and I gag, but I don’t try to pull my head back. I don’t try to set the pace. I don’t do anything except let him use me the way he needs, because I fucking love it.

I love how big his cock is. How thick, and how my lips have to stretch to accommodate the impressive girth.

I love how stuffed my throat feels, and how it’s a struggle to take all of him.

I love how my jaw already aches from how wide it has to open. It’s an ache I can’t get enough of, one I’ll feel for days.

And I love the dizzy, intoxicating feeling that crashes into me with each passing moment and every thrust.

Ford eases out of my mouth, leaving only the tip between my lips.

My lungs burn as I gasp for air, spit dribbling out the corners of my mouth and my cheeks wet from the tears spilling over my eyes.

Wrapping a hand around his shaft, he strokes himself reverently while I suck on the tip.

The grunts and throat-deep groans I can tell he’s trying to hold back and the harsh, erratic sound of his breathing consume me, the sound of his pleasure shooting down my spine like wildfire, spreading low in my groin, and I swear, I’ve never been harder than I am right now.

What I wouldn’t give to see his face in better light.

See every ounce of need twisting and pinching his features.

See the way his eyes glaze over and get heavy with each flick of my tongue.

I want to watch his jaw relax and his chest heave as he gets closer—as I bring him closer.

I want to look him in the eye and watch him shatter.

But most of all, I want him to see the way I take him so well, the way I so effortlessly make him come undone and give into what he said we couldn’t do.

Letting go of my hair, Ford grabs my head with both hands, holding it in place as he sinks his cock deep in my mouth again. He unleashes on me, in the exact way I knew he could. No hesitancy. No gentleness.

The way Ford ravages my mouth...

The way he stuffs my throat full...

The way his big, bouncy balls slap against my chin with each brutal snap of his hips...

It’s primal and raw and better than I could’ve imagined.

“F-fuck,” he sputters, fingertips digging into my scalp as he holds on to my head in a punishingly tight grip.

“I’m, ungh… Fuck, I’m—” The words die in his throat as he lets out a sinful, guttural groan.

His cock throbs against my tongue, and he bottoms out, holding my head in place as he spills down my throat.

Swallowing, my muscles contract and squeeze his tip, making him moan, and as I bring my hands up to his thighs, I feel them wobble beneath my touch.

Once he finishes, his hands drop from my head and he pulls out of my mouth, body melting against the tree trunk while I sit back and drag in lungfuls of air.

Wiping the spit off my chin after I’ve caught my breath, I watch Ford fumble with his sweats as he rights them around his waist. As the seconds pass, I can feel the tension growing thicker as I can practically hear his mind spinning.

Which is why I’m not surprised when he steps away from the tree and looks down at me, hand rubbing over his mouth and along his jawline, before he leaves without a single word.

Like he’s fleeing the scene of a crime he committed in a moment of frenzied passion .

Huffing out a small chuckle, I stand up and adjust my raging erection before reaching for my cigarettes and lighter in my pocket.

With my shoulder pressed against the side of the tree, where Ford’s back just was, I light up, inhaling the smoke slowly.

The burn from my lungs as they fill up and the buzz the tobacco sends to my brain pales in comparison to the euphoria I felt mere minutes ago.

I already know once isn’t going to be enough.

Whether Ford wants to admit it or not, that’s definitely happening again.

And soon.