Rhys
The taste of Kayden on my tongue was driving me insane.
Crazily insane.
I had him spread out on the brand new bed like a feast, his legs pushed wide, his knees bent, and his feet planted on the mattress.
The empty apartment echoed every little sound he made — every gasp, every broken moan — and that only made me hungrier.
"You smell so good," I murmured as I kissed down his stomach, nipping at the soft skin just above his hip bone, then lower until my mouth hovered over his leaking cock.
"Fuck, look at you," I growled in a rough tone. "You are so hard and dripping for me already. This pretty cock is throbbing, baby, and it will be all mine tonight."
I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked him in deep, hollowing my cheeks as I took him to the back of my throat.
Kayden cried out, his hips jerking up, his fingers tangling in my hair.
