Page 36 of One-Time Shot
Malcolm crooked his hand around my nape and slanted his mouth on mine as he climbed atop me. I surrendered all control, determined to go wherever he took us.
Languid lazy kisses to fervent tongue-fucking…yeah, sign me the fuck up. The dull throb in my knee faded to nothing. I was too high on the taste of spearmint gum and the weight of his body draped over me like a blanket on a cool night to notice even a twinge of pain.
And when he slipped his fingers under my T-shirt and splayed his palm on my stomach, I was in danger of combusting on the spot.
But it just kept getting better.
Malcolm drifted his hand lower, pressing his thumb alongside my cock through the cotton barrier of my boxer briefs. I hissed in warning or surprise or just…general horniness. He was playing with fire now, but maybe he knew it.
He braced himself on his elbow and continued teasing me, rubbing my erection like a fucking genie in a bottle. “You’re hard.”
“No shit. You’re killing me, Maloney. Do something about this,” I choked out, yanking my tee off.
He arched his brow. “Like what?”
“Whatever you want.”
Malcolm’s Adam’s apple convulsed in his throat. “Oh. Wow.”
I almost chuckled at his awed expression, but any hint of humor died the second he hooked his fingers under the elastic band and gripped my shaft in a tight hold.
“Jesus…”
“No, it’s just me,” he quipped in a sultry tone that sent tingles down my spine. Before I could make a tasteless joke about holy hand jobs, he squeezed me at the base and fondled my balls. I was panting, and he was talking. Shit, what was he saying? “I might never get this chance again, and I can’t pass it up. If you want me to stop, let me know. If not…”
He removed my briefs and settled between my legs, stroking me once, twice, then bending to lick my slit.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Okay?” he asked, his fist still pumping my shaft, his lips glistening as he waited for my nod of approval.
“Yes, yes, yes. Suck my dick.”
Malcolm wrapped his lips around me, circling his tongue and flicking it on the underside. Stroking and teasing, stroking and teasing, and finally opening wide and taking my entire length in. I mean…the whole damn enchilada. And just being honest here, I was big all over. No one had ever deep-throated me with much success. Till now.
He pulled off with a slurp, using his saliva as lube to jack me while he bobbed his head, sucking me like a pro. Or someone with a ton of experience who really truly, loved being on his knees.
I had so many questions. I’d thought I had a good read on Malcolm—painfully smart, a little shy, super focused, and extra quirky—but I didn’t know shit. In all fairness, I hadn’t dared think about his sexual prowess. Why torture myself? This hadn’t been on my radar…at all.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and watched the show, admiring the freckles dusting his nose. His glasses were foggy and smudged, and that was weirdly hot, too. He ran a single digit along the sensitive skin behind my balls, tilting his head slightly…and that was a game changer. One second, I was locked in and present, the next?—
“Stop. I’m gonna come.”
Malcolm didn’t stop. Just the opposite. He sucked harder, did naughty things with his tongue, and inched his finger even closer to my pucker. I couldn’t hold back.
I roared like a wild beast as I came apart, and Malcolm took it all, licking his lips, looking dazed and confused.
“I’m…that was…”
“Mmhmm.” I sat up and reached for him. “Let me help you with that.”
He stood, glancing down at the bulge in his khakis. “No, that’s okay. It’s fine. I’m…”
“Freaked out?”
“A little bit…yes. I didn’t know you were bi or interested in me. Maybe you’re not. Maybe you’re?—”
“I am,” I intercepted, standing and nearly tripping over my discarded shoes and jeans next to the sofa. “I’m very interested.”