His tattoos contrasted perfectly with his pale skin, and the effect made my heart beat faster. Or maybe that was the scrape of teeth against sensitive flesh.
He looked up at me from behind his thick fringe of lashes, grinning as he slid his hand down, first running his fingers through my thatch of pubic hair, then lightly—so lightly—grasping my shaft.
“This is nice,” he repeated, returning to the first nipple as he absentmindedly stroked me. “Who’d have guessed?”
Cursing, I rolled him over onto his stomach and flattened him against the mattress. Stretching over his prone body, I reached into the nightstand and pulled out my bottle of lube. I stroked my cock with it, then parted his cheeks and pushed inside.
Fuck me spinning. He was still sloppy from last night, and he fit me like a glove. He moaned sleepily, rolling his hips, rubbing his cock against the bed.
“Grab the headboard,” I demanded. “Then stay still for me. Can you do that?”
He reached up and did as I asked, setting the side of his face on a propped-up pillow so that he could look up at me with one eye.
I stroked inside his lax, willing body, knowing that this was—Jesus—so wrong. Now that he’d given himself to me, it was like a gate had been swung open. I couldn’t help but walk in and take over.
Mine, mine, mine, I thought with each thrust.
God, how he just… fucking…tookme. Even if it didn’t mean anything to him, the way he let me use his body pulled me in that much deeper. The idea of anyone else fucking him made mewant to rip their faces off. I reached out, covering his hands with mine, gripping tightly.
“You’re taking my cock so well,” I said, nearly out of my mind. “Do you like being a slut for me?”
“It’s my favorite,” he said with a lazy grin. I angled my hips, and his smile turned into a pleasured grimace as his body started to bend toward mine.
I clucked my tongue. “Lie still.”
He whimpered but complied.
I’d never needed obedience before, not like this. Sure, I’d fucked a brat or two, showed them a good time by tossing them around the bed and making them do what I wanted, but this was not that. This was the opposite in every way that fucking mattered. I loved Hendrix, but I’d had no idea that we could be like this.
Wanting to torture myself a little bit more, I pulled out, reveling in his needy moans. “Keep fucking me, Sawyer. I need your cock.”
“I’ll get back to that.” I flipped him over, then gestured for him to return his hands to the headboard. He did as I asked, making himself vulnerable and open to me in every way.
I kissed him from his inner elbow to his armpit, where I licked until the hair lay flat and his trim hips were rising up from the bed.
I pressed my hand on his lower belly, pushing him back to the mattress. “Stay in place.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes sparkled as he nodded. I moved lower, running my nose along the V of his hips, followingthat with kisses, then licks, and finally with careful nips. I loved watching his disproportionate cock go from semisoft against his thigh to hard and arched up toward his belly.
I did that. He’d gotten hard for me and only me.
“Suck me,” he begged, ambrosia to my ears.
Ruthless, I ran my nose up and down the base of his shaft before drawing his balls into my mouth, one then the other, alternating between them until he was practically crying.
“Fuck me, jerk me,something,” he whined.
“I only give nice things to obedient boys,” I said, loving how my words made him shiver, sending a fleet of goose bumps over his skin. He let out a frustrated breath, then forced himself to relax again. “Is it really that hard to obey me, Hendrix?” He shot me a glare, and I smiled back, then returned to sucking on his balls. Some of the lube from earlier had been smeared across them, but I didn’t care.
Once I was satisfied that I’d properly cared for his nuts, I moved to suck on the sensitive skin between groin and inner thigh, leaving a trail of bruises up and over his hip. He was as quiet as he could be, I was sure, but the aborted grunts and moans fed that empty place in my chest.
I could’ve tortured him all day long, but I was thirsty. I needed to taste him. Slipping my middle and ring fingers into his sloppy, perfect hole, I took him down as far as I could go, hollowing my cheeks as I crooked my fingers inside him.
Hendrix was the most responsive man I’d ever been with. Curses spilled from his mouth as I sucked his cock and stroked thatbundle of nerves until his nut sack drew up against his body, shivering with need.
I pulled off him. “Be quiet if you want to come,” I reminded him, loving the tortured look on his face.
“Fuck you,” he spat out, then whined when I drew farther away. Making grabby hands, he pleaded, “Please, please, please. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you.”
