Holding Misha’s gaze, I run the flat of my tongue up the thick vein on the side of his cock, continuing until I reach the head. It’s fat and juicy, a pearl of moisture pooling already in the tiny slit. Good. I love the taste of precome. I send my tongue fluttering gently over it, making a noise of happiness. Then, before he can say anything, I take the head into my mouth and suckle it, making the suction wet and tight.

He grunts and his hips move tightly, thrusting forward before he checks and pulls back. “Sorry,” he gasps.

I let his cock go with a lewd pop and stay his hips. “Don’t be sorry,” I say hoarsely. “I like it. Fuck my face.”

He stares down at me, his eyes dark and heavy. “I don’t know you, do I?” he whispers.

I smile. “Not all of me, but we’re about to remedy that.”

“You sure? I won’t ask again.”

We’re in a public area and I’m kneeling at his feet about to change our relationship forever—be it good or bad—but I feel no reservations at all. “I’m sure,” I say.

I lean in and suck him into my mouth. He cries out, and it’s much too loud for a public stairway, as are my lewd squelching and wet sucking noises. I pull back and lick up the length of his shaft before sucking him hard again. He’s too big for me to take all the way down, so I jack the base of his cock while making the suction strong.

Misha thrusts, moaning softly, and I use my free hand to push against my dick. It’s almost painful how turned on I am. He grabs my hair, directing me and whispering for me to suck him harder, and then just as quickly, he’s gone.

“What? Come back,” I say blearily.

“Not here,” he grunts, pulling me to my feet. “I want to be naked with you.”

He turns, moving stiffly and holding his jeans up with one hand. We climb about five steps before he turns to me and kisses me again, his hands bracketing my face and his tongue twining lazily with mine. I grab his hips and pull him into me, backing against the wall. With a groan, he pulls away and tugs me up the rest of the stairs. I walk behind him down our corridor, sliding my hands down to squeeze his bum.

“Shit, Charlie. Don’t. I’ll come in my fucking jeans.”

“Already?”

He looks back as he fumbles for his keys. “You have no idea what you look like, do you?” he asks wonderingly. “Jesus, you’re so fucking sexy.”