When I look up to check on him, he’s got his head tilted all the way back against the door, baring his throat in a sexy way that makes me want to wrap my hand around it. If only I could reach.

“You okay?” I ask.

He uses his grip on my hair to guide me back to his cock, so I’ll take that as a yes.

I suck him off in earnest now, unable to hold back any longer. I use my hand to gently cup his balls as I press the tip of my tongue to the spot right under his head. He lets out a string of curses as his knees buckle. So I move both hands to hold his hips, pressing them firmly into the door. Once he seems stable, I let go.

“You can fuck my mouth,” I tell him.

“Can’t. Legs... not working.”

I give him a satisfied smirk before I resume sucking him like it’s my job, using my lips and tongue for all they’re worth.

Then he whimpers, “So close.”

Fighting back my gag reflex, I take almost all of him down and swallow around his head. He explodes in my mouth, his whole body shaking as he empties down my throat.

I don’t pull off until he pushes weakly at my shoulder, and I know he must be getting sensitive. My joints creak a bit as I stand, and when he reaches out to hold on to me, I’m not sure if it’s for my benefit or his.

His eyes have regained focus, but he avoids looking at me, even though his hand is still on my waist.

Everything we just did hangs in the air between us. How are we supposed to move on from this? How do I explain myself? Because it was my fault, right? My inability to control my body’s reaction to him is what brought us here.

But he was the one who wanted to come into the bathroom. He had to have known what I was doing in here. And he essentially encouraged me to continue getting myself off in front of him.

Didn’t he?

Shit, what if I read the whole situation wrong? What if he was actually disgusted at what he found and expected me to apologize, make my walk of shame out of the bathroom, out of his house, and out of his life?

Did I force something on him that he didn’t want? That thought curls dread in my stomach. He trusted me. I was never supposed to do anything to hurt him. I’m such an asshole.