My hands moved lower, tugging at his belt with impatient fingers. The buckle gave way.
I shoved his jeans down just enough, wrapping my palm around the thick, hardening length of him. He was already hot and heavy in my grip, twitching as I stroked him from base to tip, slowly and softly.
"Fuck…" Aaron groaned, his head falling back against the wall. His hips jerked forward into my touch despite himself.
I dropped to my knees right there in the hallway, not giving him time to protest again. The moment my mouth closed around the head of his cock, he cursed under his breath, one hand threading tightly into my hair.
I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, tongue swirling around the sensitive underside as I worked him with wet, filthy sounds.
I could feel my saliva dripped down my chin as I bobbed faster, taking him as far as I could until he hit the back of my throat.
His grip tightened, hips thrusting shallowly. "Alyssa… shit, you're gonna kill me."
