CHRIS'S POV

A groan rumbled low in my throat as I struggled to keep myself upright. “Are you sure this is okay?”

He released the head of my dick with a wet pop, his gaze dark as he looked up at me while his hands wrapped around my dick, squeezing at the base. “I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking. I've dreamt about this for so long.” His tongue swept at the base of my dick, licking a stripe over my balls.

And holy shit.

A strangled groan clawed its way up my throat. “Fuck…” my fingers slid into his hair, gripping the...