Page 17 of The Last One to Let You Down

The brewing energy ignited instantly, and Tom was helpless in Cypress’s powerful embrace. He gave himself over completely, groaning loudly when Cypress’s tongue slid inside his mouth. The kiss was deep, hot, and it sent all the right signals to every inch of Tom’s body.

“You’re not sucking me without at least first fuckin’ kissing me,” Cypress murmured, his fingers raking through Tom’s hair and holding him firmly. “You got it?”

“Yeah,” Tom said, panting hard. The way Cypress was so boldly taking charge had no right to be this exciting. Tom had had some bossy lovers before, but no one could compare to the dominance Cypress was exuding right now.

His reserved attitude had been swallowed up by a hard gaze and an unrelenting aura. Impossibly, he seemed taller than before, and no one had made Tom’s knees quake like this with only a kiss.

“Now,” Cypress said firmly, “you’re going to suck my cock and swallow down what I give you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Tom gasped sharply when Cypress’s grip tightened in his hair.

“Yes… what?” Cypress challenged expectantly.

Tom wasn’t sure how, but he knew immediately what to say, shivering as he replied, “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy,” Cypress said as he pulled Tom back in for another kiss. He let go of his hair, reaching for his hand and guiding it over his crotch.

Tom could feel how hard Cypress was through his jeans, and he squeezed. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on him, and his excitement was building. He hadn’t been out on a date in months, and he barely had enough time to rub one out in the shower without it feeling like a chore.

His rising arousal was intoxicating, and he couldn’t get enough of Cypress’s hot mouth. He moaned against Cypress’s lips as they traded tongue and quick nips, positively breathless as he asked, “Now?”

Cypress grunted, his big hands grabbing Tom’s hips. “Wait.”

“What?”

“You sure you want to do this?”

“What? Blow you?” Tom was startled, and he suddenly felt insecurity prickling up his spine. “Look, if you don’t want me to or whatever, I get it. I’m not your type, fine, but you can’t call the cops—”

“Oh, no,” Cypress assured him. “I definitely want you. Though I can’t say I have a type per se, I’m totally down to have you right here, right now… but there need to be rules.”

“Rules?” Tom didn’t understand. “I suck your dick, you keep your mouth shut.”

“If at any time I get too rough or start to hurt you, tap my leg twice to stop me.” Cypress kissed him. “Do you understand me?”

“Why, why would I want you to stop?”

“You’ve never had anyone do this, have you?” Cypress asked bluntly. “You’ve never given yourself to someone before, hmm?”

“I mean, I’ve had sex before.” Tom hated how he started to blush. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Tell me then. What will you do if I get too rough?”

“Tap your leg.”

“How many times?”

“Twice.” Tom was getting frustrated, and he had the oddest feeling he was getting himself into something he wasn’t ready for. He didn’t care. He wanted Cypress.

He needed some kind of outlet for all the frustrations, anger, and resentment that had been building up inside of him all day. He was helpless to stop Junior from tormenting him, he couldn’t stop Mrs. Dresser from hitting him, and he couldn’t stop thinking about whether or not that dead kid had ever lived long enough to have his heart broken.

Cypress was studying Tom’s face and after a moment, he loosened his grip. “Go on, then. Show me how much you want to be a good boy for me, Tom.”

Dropping to his knees, Tom’s hands pulled at Cypress’s jeans. It was like a switch had been flipped, and all the brewing worries he’d had were being consumed by a passionate cloud. He didn’t have to think about anything else except getting Cypress’s cock in his mouth and showing him that he knew exactly what he was doing.

There was a part of him within the lusty fog currently invading his brain that couldn’t quite believe he was actually doing this, but there was no turning back now. He’d fantasized about having Cypress for weeks, and there was something so deliciously naughty about what they were about to do.

They were at his work. Anyone could walk in on them. They might get caught.