Page 44 of The Last Person

Before I can question what he’s doing, his head dips low, and he sucks my balls into his mouth.

Ah, fuck.

That’s too good.

Curling my fingers into his braids, I try to keep it together. If it feels this good now, imagine how his mouth would feel on my cock.

But I can’t rein in the intensity of what I’m feeling.

Groaning, I arch my back, begging for more from him.

He doesn’t fall for it though. His teasing continues as he traces the lines of my V, then drags his hands down farther as precum drips down my cock.

I’m so turned on I can barely breathe.

He sucks on my balls while gently running his hands up and down my thighs. Something about the tender intimacy of that and my desperate need sends me over the edge.

“Ryan,” I cry, as my abs lock up and I shoot all over my stomach.

“Fuck,” he groans, sitting back on his heels and stroking himself. He’s hard again, and there’s a feral gleam in his eyes.

Grabbing my waist, he leans forward and licks every drop of cum off my stomach.

More blood surges toward my cock, and even though I’ve never gotten hard again this quickly, I’m slowly moving toward a semi.

Hardy brings out the most wild, frantic side of me.

He’s like a drug I’ll never have enough of.

“Have you ever done that before?”

“What?” I ask, still too loopy to make any sense of his words.

He laughs and lies down beside me, stroking my not-fully-hardened cock. “Come without your dick being touched.”

Oh. “No. That’s a you thing.”

His brows lift, a soft smile gracing his lips. “A me thing?”

“Yes. Every touch from you got me closer. There’s no holding back that kind of desperation. Plus, you were driving me crazy teasing me like that.”

“Teasing you? I’d never.” That troublemaking gleam appears in his eyes again, and it’s time for him to pay for it.

“Get up on your hands and knees,” I command.

He swallows hard, then races to comply.

“Good boy.”

“Fuck,” he murmurs, and I smile to myself.

Then I rub my hand over one of his cheeks before lifting my hand and slapping it with a satisfying crack.

He cries out, but shoves his ass back toward me.

“Does someone need more?” I murmur, leaning over to kiss his back as I palm his other ass cheek.

“Yes.” He’s whining again, and my cock grows harder.