Chapter 4 Claimed
Lamont dropped the plug into the sink with a quiet clink, his heart pounding against his ribs. He wiped his hands on the hem of his skirt, then stood for a moment, chest rising and falling, lips parted as he tried to breathe.
Jason was waiting in the living room, legs spread, beer bottle sweating in his palm, his cock still thick and slick where Lamont had just pulled his lips away.
Lamont stepped back into the room barefoot, skirt fluttering just above his thighs. Jason looked up slowly, eyes dragging over every inch of him. The possessiveness in his gaze made Lamont weak.
Jason set the beer down. Pointed at the floor between his feet.
Lamont dropped to his knees, crawling the last few feet.
Jason didn't move. Did say anything.
Lamont doing what he felt was right. He bowed his head and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Jason's right foot. Then the left. Then back again. Gentle, reverent. He kissed across the arches, down to the heel, over the rough, calloused skin. The scent of sweat and leather still lingered from the day's work, made Lamont head spin.
His tongue followed next, slow and wet, tracing the length of Jason's sole, then slipping between his toes.
Jason let out a low grunt.
Sunk deeper in to the couch and flexed his toes.
Cock untouched and leaking.
Lamont moaned a, tongue working faster, cock leaking, hole still twitching open behind him.
He dragged his tongue up Jason's ankle, over his calf, wetting every inch with long, eager strokes. His lips brushed the muscle of Jason's muscular thighs. He could now smell the musk from Jasons balls. he moned and Jason spread his legs wider for him like an invitation.
Go head Girl...Jason murmured
The words hit Lamont like a jolt straight to his hole.
His cock throbbed in the cage. His knees wobbled.
He reached up, and pulled Jason's pants down slow peeling them past those thick thighs, letting them drop around his feet. Jason's cock hung heavy in front of him, already thick, and leaking.
Lamont licked higher, tongue dragging along Jason's thigh, then up to the base. He buried his nose in Jason's balls and inhaled deep musk, sweat, the heat of skin. Made him drool.
"You're hungry for it, huh?"
Lamont's voice came out low, wrecked.
"Yes, Daddy..."
Jason smirked above him, calm and in total control. He gripped the base of his cock, thick and veiny, precum already shining at the swollen head.
He caught the bead with his thumb, held it out between two fingers.
"Open."
Lamont obeyed, lips parting, tongue already waiting.
