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His dick pressed to me, the hard length of him turning me on, bringing my own to attention. I took a step back to take off my clothes. My eyes stayed on the task at hand, not able to look into Sheldon’s eyes. What would he think when he saw me naked? How did I rate, given the other men he’d been with, the other men he worked with? He was surrounded by attractive people.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

I nodded. “You have my permission to do so whenever you’d like.”

He moved closer. “In public?” he whispered.

I nodded again.

“Can I touch you… here?” His fingers traced over my bare shoulder, down my arm, to the swell of my ass before they reached my thigh and came up to my hip.

“Yes,” I rasped. Chills had broken out all over me. Sheldon’s touch, as light as it was, was full of power.

“What about here?” His fingers came up over my stomach, making it quiver, to my chest, where they circled my nipple before gently pinching it.

“Oh god,” I gasped, my eyes falling closed. He was hardly doing anything and I was ready to come undone.

“You didn’t answer me.” Another pinch, this one harder.

“Yes.”

He hummed, bringing his head closer, his breath dancing over my neck. I tilted my head to the side. He could have access to any part of me. “Can I kiss you here?” His lips brushed over my skin a moment before his tongue snuck out to lightly lick me.

I couldn’t respond more than the whimper that left me.

“Can I tell the world you’re mine, Forest?” he whispered, lips still against my flesh. He brought us closer together, his dick touching mine, the space between us erased.

“Please.”

“Please, what? Please put me out of my misery, Sheldon? Please mark my body to let everyone know I’m taken? Please claim me so the moment anyone else puts their hands on me, they’ll know they’ve signed their death warrant?”

“All of it.”

“Oh, beautiful. You don’t know how happy you make me.”

I thought he would kiss me, suck a mark onto my neck. Instead, he dropped to his knees and swallowed my dick before I had a chance to get my bearings. I cried out and gripped his shoulders to hold on for dear life. Sheldon was about to bring meto my knees, but that would mean removing his mouth from me, and I’d be damned if that happened.

He blinked up at me, those gorgeous eyes so full of desire. He was vulnerable but also in complete control. I could take over. I could fuck his mouth. The reality was, I didn’t want to. I wanted him to own me, to claim me. I wanted what he said.

Strong hands gripped my ass as he held me in place so he could bob up and down on my dick. He’d pause to run his tongue along me or to suck on my balls. My dick ended up back in his mouth each time.

It was mere minutes before I felt my orgasm build. There was no way to hold it back. It rushed through me with such force, I dug my fingers into his shoulders hard to stay upright. Sheldon groaned at what had to be pain from how tightly I held him.

Then I spilled down his throat, bucking into him, chasing one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.

Sheldon kept sucking me, kept his lips wrapped around me, until I had to still his head so I could slide out. My legs gave up the fight. I collapsed, but Sheldon easily caught me. He laid me down on the tile floor. A sigh of relief left me as it cooled my heated skin.

When I glanced up, Sheldon had his dick in his hand and was slowly jerking it. He moved so he could straddle my hips. “I’m going to come all over you. Is that okay?”

I nodded, my gaze glued to his dick.

He stroked himself a few times before ropes of cum shot from him. A low, long groan bubbled up his throat. He painted me with his release. It landed on my stomach, chest, and face. I stayed where I was, letting every bit he wanted to give me land where it would.

“Fuck, you’re everything I could have ever asked for,” he said when he was done. Leaning forward, Sheldon put his palms on my stomach and began gliding his hands through his cum.“You’re mine, Forest. I’m claiming you. You’ll smell like me, taste like me. Every eye that looks your way will know they aren’t to harm a fucking hair on your head, or I’ll come for them.”

He leaned closer, his face above mine. I thought he’d kiss me, but he lapped the cum from my face. Only when he’d gathered it all did his lips find mine. His cum was fed to me from his mouth.

I’d never tasted my own before, had no desire to. With Sheldon feeding me his, I was taking a part of him into me. There was no going back, not that I wanted to. Sheldon might have claimed me, but I’d claimed him too. My cum was inside his body.