Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
“Do you want to go back to your apartment?” he asked.
“No. I want…” I wanted to do this here. I wanted to do something wild with someone I trusted. “Will you watch out for me? Make sure no one sees?”
“Yes. I’ll take care of you. If you’re sure this is what you want.” Ronan asking again only cemented that it was, that I was safe with him.
I took him inside again, though not as deep as before, working his shaft with my hand in unison with my mouth.
I liked looking up at him while I did it. Ronan’s stare only left my face to keep an eye on our surroundings. We would hear anyone if they opened a door—and we were on a landing without one, in between floors—but there was still some risk. That made me crave it even more.
I sucked him like my life depended on it, and in that moment, it almost felt like it did. I’d fantasized about doing things like this, about freeing a side of me that had been in chains for far too long.
“Take yourself out. I’m not coming without you, Mick. I want to see you pleasure yourself while you do the same to me.”
I wanted that too, but I didn’t want to stop tasting him. I let go of him but kept his cock in my mouth, nursing it while I opened my jeans and worked them down just enough that I could jerk myself off. I was leaking precum, which helped slick me up, my hand moving in unison with my mouth on Ronan.
“Fuck, you’re sexy down there. It’s like a dream. Do you know how long I’ve wanted you? How bad? And now I get to see you like this, so fucking open and hungry. You love this, don’t you? Love being in this stairwell where anyone can see us, but you’re trusting me to take care of you. I’ve never wanted someone more.”
His words gave me life, like the air in my lungs and the blood pumping through my veins. I somehow got harder when I wouldn’t have thought that possible, my balls full and ready to let loose.
I nuzzled Ronan’s sac, licking him before taking him into my mouth again. When a sound came from above us, we both froze. I was nervous, unsure what to do. I had a dick in my mouth and my cock in my hand as people spoke however many floors above us. I thought about standing and looked up at Ronan, still sucking him, but he shook his head and put his finger to his lips as if to say, Shhh.
And then one of them said “the view from the roof is awesome” and they were on their way up.
“I can see it in your eyes,” Ronan said. “That gets you hot, knowing we almost got caught. Christ, you’re something special.”
I worked him again, wanting to eat the load from his balls. I sucked and licked and took him deep, all while stroking myself.
Ronan’s hand tightened on my shoulder, his voice deeper and more urgent when he said, “Fuck, I’m gonna lose it. If you don’t want a mouthful, pull off.”
But I did. I wanted everything from him, so I kept going until he cried out, louder than he should have in the stairwell. His cock pulsed, cum filling my mouth. When I swallowed it down, he shot again, which was like him pulling the trigger on my own orgasm, my balls drawing up tight as I painted my hand and the floor with my release.
“Jesus, come here. You’re so damn incredible.” Ronan pulled me to my feet and took my mouth. It was a quick, demanding kiss, and then he was pulling his shirt off. He cleaned me up, then tucked me back into my underwear and fastened my jeans.
Once he’d done the same thing to himself, he used his shirt to wipe up my cum from the floor.
“I’m gonna need to borrow a tee…though I don’t think yours will fit me.”
“Or you could just use my washer and stay the night?” I felt bold and confident after what I’d just done.
A smile stretched across Ronan’s face as if I’d offered him the moon. “I’d love that.”
He took my hand, and we went upstairs. We watched a movie and ate popcorn, then ended up in my bed. Ronan sucked me off, making me come harder than I ever had, and then he held me all night.
CHAPTER SIX
Ronan
A few weeks had passed since our date that had led to Mickey on his knees for me in the stairwell. I hadn’t been able to get the image out of my mind, not that I was trying. We were spending nearly all our free time together—on dates, at Extra Shot, or at each other’s homes.