Chapter 32. Breathless

I watch Dante dart into the connected living room to grab a pillow from the couch.

“For your knees.” He sets it on the floor.

I swallow. Dante watches the movement with hungry eyes. Slowly, I kneel on the pillow instead of the tile floor. His suit pants bulge in front of my face, and I lick my lips. Time for my first blowjob.

“What next?” I ask.

He smiles and unfastens his pants, then shoves them down with his underwear to pool on the floor. His cock springs free. I’m pretty sure it’s bigger than last time. He wraps his hand around it and pumps a few times, until liquid beads on the tip.

“You can go slow,” he says. “Trust me, it’s just as good slow.”

I lick the bead of liquid before I can overthink it. His flavor bursts over my tongue, salty and musky and Dante. I hum.

“Good.” His voice sounds tight. “Now put your hand where mine is. You don’t have to take it all.”

I cup his length, firm but springy under my palm