"Oh my God," I murmured, my voice sounding astonished even to my own ears. I watched him, mouth slack, hands gripping uselessly at the shelves behind me. Outside the shop, I heard the muffled sounds of someone laughing out on the street. Cars rolled by, headlights casting the small, cramped shop in streaks of light and long, eerie shadows. Soon, I couldn't hear much of anything at all, besides my own breathing and the wet sound of his throat working over my cock.

It was the some of the keenest pleasure I'd ever felt, and I couldn't muster a word to tell him, my mouth open instead to let out a ragged groan.