I knew he was on the edge.
“Holy fuck.” He started yanking at my hair.
“Wills, what the fuck?”
“Gonna…gonna come.”
“Thanks for telling me.”
He howled when I took him in my mouth again, and in seconds he was pouring himself down my throat.
“Damn, I’m sorry. I was too loud,” he said once he’d caught his breath again.
I nipped his hip. “Do you hear me complaining?”
“No, but…” I could feel the heat of his blush. “Spike is sure to have heard me.”
“I don’t care.”
“No?” He seemed dazzled by the idea that it didn’t matter to me. “And you didn’t mind thatI came in your mouth?”
“I didn’t mind. If I hadn’t wanted that, I would have just jerked you off.” I stretched outbeside him and moved to kiss him, watching carefully. Some guys freaked out at the thought of come anywhere near their own mouth. He leaned toward me and licked my lips, then kissed me.