Good boy, I mouth, reddening his cheeks in an instant. I let my gaze trail down his body, noting the quickening of his breath and the bulge at work in his jeans.
“I can’t decide, baby.”
“What can’t you decide, Sir?”
I haven’t landed on whether or not I like Sir as an honorific, but it definitely gets Tanner into a better headspace. Frankly, it sounds so reverent and pretty on his lips that I’m starting to warm to it.
“I want to reward you for your hard work, but I don’t know what would be more rewarding to you. Should I let you kneel for me, or should I kneel for you?”
He bats his lashes at me, pretending to be shy.
“Tell me, Tanner. What do you want?”
By way of answer, he kneels and places his hands on his thighs, looking up at me like a prayer. My breath hitches as I lift my chin.
With a pleased smile, his delicate fingers come to my belt buckle, and he sets about releasing me from the confines of my jeans. His breathy inhale when my cock slaps against my belly makes it twitch and sway.
He buries his nose in my groin, inhaling the work and leather and sweat of the day on me. With greedy eyes, he takes in the fat head of my cock before leaning in to taste it.
He starts with light, teasing licks around the thick edge, then gentle suction of the crown. I place my hand on his head. He understands the command without pressure and deepens his thrusts.
“So good, baby boy. Sooo good.”
His eyes flick up to mine, shining, happy as my cock profanely stretches his full lips.
I’ve never had someone love sucking my cock as much as he does. I usually have decent stamina, but damn, his pretty eyes are already pulling me to the very edge.
“Coming, baby.”
He gives me a little teeth, then takes me to the back of his throat, sucking me so hard that I grip his shoulders. The fast, overwhelming orgasm hits, pulsing through me as I spill into his willing mouth.
He swallows and sucks until I can’t take it and have to push him back. Giving my slit a little kitten lick, he sends a shiver up my spine.
“Fuck, baby. Come here,” I say, pulling him to standing. “Help me with your jeans. Pull everything down to your knees.”
He’s quick about it and stands in front of me, jeans and pretty mint-colored underwear down around his knees, his cock bouncing between us. I hold out my hand, and his spit lands in my palm once, twice.
“Good boy.”
I stroke him quickly, efficiently, knowing that getting on his knees has him ready to blow. He comes fast, grunting, swaying on his feet as his knees work out what exactly their job is.
Before he can get his wits about him, I pick him up and set him bare-assed on the table, pushing him back. His legs are still bound by his jeans, which…fuck, I love that. I split his knees and lean in, sucking the cum from his still-hard cock. He squirms under me, and I pull back.
“Too much?”
He shakes his head, pulling on my T-shirt. I go after his oversensitive cock, following him as he shifts his hips, living for his whimpers. I shove my middle finger in his mouth, and he sucks on it, slicking it for me.
I’m rough as I pull back one cheek, spitting on his hole before pushing inside him. He comes off the table, whimpering as I stroke the sensitive nerves.
“Close,” he whispers.
“Come for me,” I say, giving him the permission he needs.
The dribble of cum is delicious on my tongue, but I’m not finished. One of the things Sparrow mentioned about pleasure Doms is that they like to make their subs come again and again and again. I don’t have enough time to really work him over, but he’s going to give me one more before I let up.
I pull off his cock, loving how red and well-used it is. He starts to get up, but I shake my head, pushing him back down.
“Again?” he whispers.
