My mouth is dry, tongue coated in chalk, as I try to speak. “I missed you too, Stone.” The words come out raspy. My heart is thumping hard behind my ribs and my breathing is coming out shallow. I’m falling apart before his eyes while he simultaneously puts me back together again.

Stone is my missing piece, but a true paradox. He’s the one who shattered me, but also the only one who can make me feel whole.

“Let my mouth show you how much I missed you.” With his gaze locked on mine, he runs his tongue along the entire length of my cock before licking up the pre-cum that’s leaking from the slit.

“Fuuuck.” I hold myself up with my elbows so I can watch him. Something he said months ago has stuck with me. When we hooked up at that biker party, he admitted to not being with anyone since me. That confession holds so much weight, and I’ve thought about it many times since that night.

His heavy, glossy eyes close as he wraps his warm, wet mouth around the tip and his hand around the base. His tongue twirls around as if he’s savoring an ice cream cone, and his hand twists as he works my shaft up and down. The dual sensation is overwhelming, but in the best way.

Sinking down farther, he takes more of me into his mouth until I touch the back of his throat. He gags around me, pulling back some, before hollowing his cheeks and sucking me long and languid. His teeth graze the underside of my cock ever so gently, sending a zap of raw pleasure through my body. He’s taking his time. Each swipe of his tongue, stroke of his mouth, or caress of his hand is methodical.

His lips stretch to fit my length, and his eyes are filled with tears that are spilling out. When he looks up at me through the wet, dark eyelashes, his pupils are blown and he looks entranced, like bringing me pleasure truly gets him off. He ruts into the mattress as he continues to work me over with his mouth, moaning around me and sending mind-blowing vibrations through my body.

As he pulls off, he runs the flat of his tongue up and down the underside of my dick before he sucks on my balls, twirling his tongue around them. My toes curl and my head is thrown back, and just as the tingling sensation starts to work its way outward from my lower spine, I grab his shoulders, pulling him off.

“C’mere,” I manage. “I don’t want to come yet.”