Page 43 of Dangle

I overheard Aiden, Gavin, and Shane when they were talking kink the night before. Sex and I were old friends. I lost my virginity at fourteen (girl), but my first blowjob happened at thirteen (guy). First threesome was at sixteen (guy & girl). But I’d never dipped my toes in the kink pool. I preferred sex with guys because I liked being spoiled and taken care of. Not saying girls didn’t do that shit, but every woman I’d ever been with expected me to be the man with the plan between the sheets. It felt fine. I made sure they enjoyed themselves, but…I hadn’t really enjoyed myself because the role felt wrong. They were hot as fuck, and my cock was all in until we got down to business. Then it fell apart.

He leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door, his arms folded over his chest, before saying, “That’s what I thought.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

His eyes shifted, and mine followed, landing on the nightstand.

“Did you read the note?”

“Um, yeah.”

He nodded, rubbed a hand over his mouth and beard. “Good. So you get that you’re in an apartment above a kink club?”

“Yes, and you said your friends Priest and Cam own the club.”

He nodded again, slowly.

“And I heard you own the location in Manchester.”

“With Ewen.”

“Yeah, that was really weird.”

His brows drew together, creating deep grooves between his eyes. “What’s that?”

“Partying with Coach Grigor’s younger brother,” I smirked. I couldn’t imagine Coach Grigor being a party animal. The man was locked down tighter than a virgin’s asshole.

“But not Alex?” he asked.

Alex? “Oh, you mean Sasha.” At Slone’s nod, I continued, “No, and I can’t really say why.”

Slone’s head fell forward as he laughed. How the man laughing like a loon made him sexier I couldn’t explain, but it did. It also loosened the towel knotted at his waist. The white terry cloth fell open, and the waterworks in my mouth turned on full blast. Drool pooled. I swallowed, but I still had to wipe my mouth and chin.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, sucking his dick down in one go.

“Fuck, kid. Give a guy some warning,” he cursed, one hand tilting my jaw up, so he slid into my throat while the other buried itself in my hair on top of my head.

I’d show him just how much I wasn’t a fucking kid. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked him in until he thickened against my tongue, the head of his cock filling my throat, forcing me to breathe through my nose. Water flooded my mouth, mixing with the salty taste of him.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around my dick,” he said with a tiny push, going deeper into my throat. I loved it, but I needed more. I wanted more. Wanted him to fuck me. My face. My ass.

Especially after last night. After he denied us both because I was drunk. No one had ever done that before. Every man I had ever been with took whatever I offered, no matter how drunk I was at the time.

TWELVE

SLONE

Jesus fuck, the kid could suck cock.

The way he swallowed my not quite-so-soft flesh, sucking and massaging the shaft with his tongue while his throat did the same to the head of my dick. Blood rushed south, making me lightheaded as I went from uninterested to rock hard and throbbing. No slow, smooth, gentle transition here. Just an aggressive systemic mindfuck.

His fingertips gripped my ass, pushing me away, then pulling me closer. Sucking me on the way out, then relaxing his throat as he shoved my dick into his mouth again.

This kid, fuck me, the needy mess of him. Tightening the fist I had wrapped in his hair, I pulled. Not enough to rob me of that mouth, but enough for those gorgeous, fuck me, half-lidded eyes to lock on mine.

“If you’re asking me for what I think, it’s not happening. Not yet. Not until we have a conversation or two.”

Or twelve, given the disappointed whine that rumbled over my cock and the flash of brat that flared in his eyes. His hand slid from my ass to my chest, squeezing first one pec, then the other. Some-fucking-how this kid knew all my favorite spots and how they liked being touched. Fingers dug into the spongy firmness of my muscles, tweaking the stiff nipples.