I slide my hand down beneath the thong and grip onto hisrock-hard erection, squeezing it.
“This is mine right now,” I say. “Mine to decide when you getoff. Mine to decide just how I want you to get off. You got that?”
I like to dominate, but this is a whole other level. Somethingabout having him in this simple little thong makes me feel so powerful. Andlike I just want him to bend to my will.
“That’s how I want it,” he says.
I kiss up his body in a frenzy, offering open-mouthed kisseswith licks and the occasional nip before I reach his mouth.
He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close. That ease that Ialways get when I’m with him sweeps through me.
He cringes. “God,” he says, breaking our kisses, “I’m so fuckinghard it hurts.”
“So am I,” I say.
I straddle his face, titling my dick down. He opens his mouthwide, and I shove inside him and lean forward on the bed, setting my palms onone of the pillows in front of the headboard to maintain the balance I strugglewith because of my right leg.
I push in until I hear him gag. But he grips onto my ass-cheeksand pulls like he wants me to dive in even deeper, which just makes me evenharder. He’s normally eager to suck my cock, but not like this.
He sucks and licks, and I offer thrusts. He slides one of hishands around to my hole and massages his finger against it. The sensitivity ofhis tongue across the head of my dick assures me that I’m leaking. I likeknowing that he’s tasting me.
I pull back out and plant myself down beside him. “Get up andsuck me off. On your knees.” My own words remind me of being bossed around byone of my senior officers.
Jay follows my instruction, getting on his knees and shoving mydick back in his mouth, working it up. I grip his hair and force him to followmy lead, pleasing me the way I want to be pleased. Moving at the pace I wanthim to go.
He fights my hold and pulls back. I release him, and he slidesmy cock out of his mouth and gazes up at me, his eyes pleading as he says, “Ineed you inside me.”
I turn around and lean over to the nightstand. Retrieve thecondoms and lube.
He rolls over and slides the thong down his legs. “No!” I saybefore biting down on the edge of the condom wrapper. I tear it open and spitthe loose edge onto the sheets. “You keep that fucking on.”
He slides it back up, his eyes filled with confusion.
“Spin around and face the bathroom door,” I say.
He does, positioning himself on his knees.
I squeeze a liberal amount of lube from the bottle before settingit beside one of the pillows. I crawl to Jay, who faces away from me, his backarched, his ass eagerly waiting to receive me.
As I reach him, I grip onto the straps on either side of thethong and slide them down, pulling it to just beneath his ass-cheeks. Settingone hand on his hip, I press my cock against his hole and push in.
He’s so fucking tight. Even tighter than normal, and I wonder ifit’s because he’s self-conscious in the underwear. “Come on, you gotta openup.”
“I will. I promise.”
His words entice me. I push in.
He reaches back and rests his hand on the side of my thigh. “Oh,God, that feels amazing,” he says. He turns to me, his eyes wide, his mouthhanging open. “Come on. Keep going. I just need you inside me right now.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh, nothing’s fucking hurting.”
I push my pelvis forward, my cock driving deeper within him.
He gasps. “Goddammit. God-fucking-dammit.”
I let him adjust to my girth as I push.
