Page 56 of Pretty Mess

“Am I eating my come out of you? Yes. Is that okay?”

“Fuck,” I breathe, and he obviously takes that as my assent because he sets to again.

He sucks and slurps, the noises obscene. One hand moves away and then I hear the sexy, slick sound of his hand on his cock. His breathing deepens, and I push back against his tongue, feeling it enter me. It’s indescribable—like fireworks going off in my blood, and it’s blinding, making me hot all over. My balls ache, full and drawn up, my shaft sticky and so hard that I canfeel my pulse in it. I rub against the chair and cry out, loud and uninhibited.

He groans and pulls back. “Feed me your cock,” he snaps, his voice hoarse, and I spin around so quickly it makes me dizzy. “Make me take it,” he orders.

I push into his mouth, ramming in without any hesitation, frantic need clawing at me. He takes me down the back of his throat easily, and I push in and out, grunting and hovering over him, my hands on the window behind him for balance. He swallows, and it’s game over. Distantly, I hear myself scream and then I’m jerking and unloading down his throat, creamy liquid flooding his mouth and bathing my cock.

When I return to my senses, my hands are still resting against the window. The glass is warm and sweaty, and my fingers have made marks in the fogged surface. Mac is kneeling in front of me, holding my legs and panting into my groin.

“Fucking hell,” I breathe. “That was so far beyond epic, I’m lost for words.”

He snorts. “You should write reviews for a living.”

“I’d start with a five star for your cock, and can I add a star for the felching? I can’t feel my legs.”

“If only you’d lost the feeling in your jawbone. You might be silent for once.”

I snort with laughter and turn around as he rises to his feet. Spunk clings to his cock. “Did you come again?”

“Yes.” He clears his throat. “I found it very erotic to do that to you.”

“Felching?” He nods. “Is it not something you’ve done before?”

“Not much. It’s not something I bring out of my repertoire for a one-nighter.”

“Well, I’m composing the review as we speak,” I call as I head into the bathroom. When I come out with a wet towel for him,I stop dead in my tracks. He’s sitting naked at the breakfast bar with a folder open in front of him. “Oh my god, why are you readingthat?” I say faintly. It’s all of Julian’s rules that I’d typed up and put in a folder. It’s even labelled Julian’s Dossier.

He looks up with an unholy look of glee on his face. “I really have to commend you, Wes. This isfascinatingreading. The most interesting thing I’veeverread.”

“You should join a library.”

“According to this file, you’re not supposed to offer your political opinions, criticise me, joke, or be flippant about sex. I would like to liveforeverin the world that Julian has created.”

“I do better when things are written down.”

“Did you even read past the title?”

“Can we please not tell him that you’ve seen it?”

“Seenit? It’s engraved on my brain. Particularly these lovely little notes you’ve left for yourself in the margins.” His voice is silky, but his eyes are filled with amusement. “Mac likes it if you make the blowjob sloppy. Go ahead and gag. He loves it. But make sure you don’t vomit.” He closes the ring binder. “That’s almost poetry.”

I pass him the towel and shove the dossier in a drawer. “He’ll kill me if he knows you’ve read that.”

“Is Julian preternaturally naïve?”

“Not so I’ve noticed. Why?”

“Well, he must be if he’s giving you, of all people, a rule book.”

“What do you mean ‘me of all people’?” I say indignantly. “Where are you going?”

He blinks. “To get my clothes. Should I have reported my intended movement first?”

My heart sinks as he gathers his clothes, sliding into them with his usual graceful movements. “You’re not staying?” I saybefore I can censor myself. My disappointment is far too evident, and his face chills.

“Of course not. You know I don’t sleep with anyone.”