I stroked up and down. “Are you going to taste like a strong bourbon? Rich and smooth? Bold with a nice finish?”
“Fuck, Mads.” He thrust his hips up into my grip. His cock twitched against me.
Oh, I liked this. “I’m going to start by taking a little sip.” I shoved his legs wide and wedged between them, then licked across his crown, circling it with my tongue. My hair fell on each side of me.
“Fuck,” he repeated.
I did it again, licking at him like a lollipop, tasting the salty precum. I’d been right. Rich and bold. When he vibrated like he needed more, I sucked him all the way in, as far as I could go. His tip hit the back of my throat and I swallowed him.
“Fuck me,” he growled, rocked up, restrained, like he was afraid to choke me.
I’d choke myself on him.
I hummed and his entire body went rigid, like I had spark plugs lining my tongue.
“Christ, Maddy.” He gripped the step he sat on.
I pulled up, almost releasing him, and then plunged back down.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his hips jerking.
His cock spasmed along my tongue and he grunted. He was close.
I wiggled my hips, trying to relieve the throb between my thighs. Working his length, I let my eyelids flutter shut and enjoyed the feel of his strength in my mouth, his taste on my tongue.
“I like you like this,” he said roughly. “On your knees in front of me.” Another hard exhale, then a hiss. “Yes. Do you feel that? How much control you have over me? I can’t fucking move, Madison.”
I held him still with nothing but my mouth. He was taut, every muscle pulled tight, flinching at each swirl of my tongue. I worked him in a punishing rhythm.
“Jesus. So fucking good.” The small buck of his hips punctuated every word.
I hummed again.
“Ah, fuck. I’m going to blow, Maddy.” He said it like a warning. A once-and-only notice if I didn’t want him exploding in my mouth.
I sucked harder and his breath whooshed out of him.
He yanked at the step. If he wasn’t sitting on it, he might’ve ripped the boards up. So controlled. So restrained. Because of me.
The power. The trust. He could grab my hair, pump my head up and down at the speed he liked it, but he was handing it all over to me.
I hummed again.
“Mads!” He rocked his hips up and his erection pulsed, pumping hot jets into my mouth.
I swallowed it all, working him until his entire body went slack except for the aftershocks that kept his hips thrusting weakly. Then I let up, releasing him with a pop.
His shaft bobbed in front of me, wet and flushed like my mouth probably was. He lifted his head off the steps and peeled his hands away from the edge of the stair. Taking my arms, he gingerly lifted me to straddle him again.
“That was...fuck.” He pushed a hand into my hair and drew me down to him. A stab of fear went through me. Any second, he’d recall where my mouth had just been and push me away. Instead, he captured my lips and kissed me like nothing would ever keep him from doing it. The tempo between my legs increased, loud and demanding.
I sank into him, returning each stroke of his tongue, trying to keep from rocking on his sensitive cock.
When he stopped the kiss, he held me close, our foreheads touching. “Did I mention that was amazing?”
“Something like that,” I murmured. I didn’t mean to squirm against him, but he was still hard and prodding against my demanding core.
“I don’t think you’re finished with me.”
