Sitting back, I bite my lower lip and nod.
“Then suck me while you tug on it.”
I send him a tentative smile, then take him all the way down again before fiddling with the ring. Grunting, he gives a few test thrusts, then buries his hands in my hair and starts to pump, invading my mouth and throat. Slowly.
Too slowly.
I lose the innocent look and raise my brow.No need to be gentle with me.
He reads my attitude and shakes his head. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
Hm. A filthy idea filters through my cock-addled brain, and I go with it. While lightly twisting his piercing, I swallow around his cock and make a suckling sound.
Like a baby sucking its thumb.
“Fucking hell.”
His hips stutter, then push forward in earnest as I continue to suckle. With our gazes locked, I let my head loll to the side, so each noisy, wet thrust jerks my head. Helpless.
But not.
“Ungh.”He speeds up his thrusts, grunting as he smashes my face against his groin.
Gotcha.
Sex in all its forms is one thing I’ve never had to think about. I can read a one-night stand like a book, and I enjoy giving them what they might never think to ask for.
I especially like playing at the edges of kink and giving my lovers the opportunity to do the same. I’d never be into a full power exchange, for example, but it’s fun to test the waters and see if some of their freak lines up with some of mine.
Truett and me? Oh, I’ve got a feeling we line up perfectly.
I pet his piercing and mewl, letting him feel like he’s the big, strong man. He’s smart enough to know what I’m doing, but I’m sucking his brain out through his cock, and he can’t help himself.
He’s in control, there’s no doubt.
But so am I.
I whimper-suckle as his cock thickens, my jaw and shoulders aching in that delicious, fully owned way. I imagine again what he’d feel like buried in my ass. My cock drools at the thought and my skin dimples, the tiny hairs hyperaware of the chilly air circulating in the shop.
I pluck at his piercing as he peaks, his orgasm a thoughtless, violent thing. He loses control, slamming his hips forward, greedily fucking my mouth. I coo and suckle, carefully twisting the beaded ring as he spills down my throat.
His knees almost give way, so I free my other arm and grab his hips, keeping him upright as I slurp on his oversensitive cock. He angles his hips this way and that, as if he’s trying to escape, even as he holds my head in place. When he finally pulls away, I maintain full suction until he’s wrenched himself free, cursing and sucking in air as if he were the one who’d been denied oxygen.
My cock is hard, painfully so, but I feel like a god.
What other little fucked-up things turn you on, Truett Valentine?
Still drunk on his orgasm, Truett grabs my throat and drags me up to standing. I scramble to get my feet under me as he pushes me back into the chair.
I bet he’d choke me if I asked nicely.
I pout when he removes his hand to push up my T-shirt, then forgive him when he licks me from pubes to nips. My body is on fire, the muscles tensing and rolling along the path of his tongue. He yanks down my zipper like it’s nothing before reaching into my underwear and squeezing my weeping cock.
“Such a pretty little thing,” he whispers, swiping his thumb up my length.
Whoa.Hey now.I’m working with significantly more than average, certainly a dick that’ll get the job done.
Then again, the filthiest part of me loves that it’s almost dainty compared to his.
