I definitely wanted this man.
“Get on your knees, Jay,” I said, and he again hesitated. “Are you with me still?”
“What? Oh. Yes. It’s…” He grimaced and sank down onto his knees. “It’s the middle name. I?—”
“Hush then,” I said, closing the space between us so I could reach out and set my hand on top of his head.
He’d gone to his knees with little fanfare, but I was going to let him stay there long enough to get a feel for the submission he was after. We were obviously on the clock, but I was content to wait him out. Through the twitching and the shifting and the resettling of his weight until, finally, Jay sank into himself and went almost entirely still.
“There you are,” I whispered, combing my fingers through his hair. I pulled him forward a couple of inches, his cheek resting against my thigh. “Stay here now. I’ve got you.”
He went even more pliant, resting his weight against my leg and releasing a breath so long I found myself impressed with his lung capacity. I slid my hand through his hair around to the backof his head, and I held him there until my own leg started to tingle from the pressure of him against me.
“How’s that?” I asked, and Jay answered me with a hum. “You don’t want to get spanked, do you?”
“No, Sir,” he whispered.
“I didn’t think so.” I shoved my sweats down to my ankles and stepped out of them, finally moving Jay’s weight off my leg. He rocked back to support himself when I kicked my pants to the corner of the room, and I pressed the side of my finger against the underside of his chin.
Slowly, I tipped his head up, losing my own breath at the sight of him on his knees. Jay’s cheeks were flushed, his lips parted, his pupils shot. It would have been easy to get lost in those identical dark pools of want, but this wasn’t that kind of encounter. Jay was a man paying me to shoulder his burdens for an hour, not asking me to let my own feelings get the better of me and ruin us both.
“You look perfect on your knees,” I stroked my thumb over the side of his chin. “I don’t know how you could ever want to be anywhere else.”
He blinked hard, eyes growing shiny and wet.
“Hey now,” I coaxed, catching the first tear as it escaped the corner of his eye. “It’s all right, beautiful. It’s okay. You’re okay.”
Jay shifted his body as the tears began to fall in earnest, but he made no move to get up or pull away.
“Does it feel good down there on your knees?” I asked.
He nodded, tongue darting out to lick a stray tear from the corner of his mouth.
“You look good down there,” I said, angling my hips so my cock was more directly in his face. “See how good you look.”
He studied my erection with those blown eyes of his, chin quivering and tears still pouring down his face.
“Here,” I said to him next, dragging my tip across his lips. He opened, and I plopped the head of my dick down onto the flat of his tongue. “You’re being so brave, Jay, and I’ve got a reward for you if you can suck it out of me.”
The message was clearly received. Jay closed his lips around my dick and sucked me like his life depended on it. He was loud and wet and messy, never using his hands even as he slid most of the way down my shaft. He gagged and choked on me, using the muscles of his throat to try and coax an orgasm out of me. His ministrations very nearly worked, but I’d jacked off before his arrival with the intent to last as long as possible for the hour we had together.
“Your mouth is…” I trailed off, words escaping me.
Tangling my fingers back into his hair, I tugged him off my cock, appreciating the way his lips were wet and swollen, still connected to my shaft with chains of spit. There was enough space between us I could look down and easily see his cock had thickened, pointing toward the wall behind me and spasming with every breath he took.
“Your mouth is decadent,” I finally said, going down to the floor in front of him.
I pulled Jay’s smaller body onto my lap and turned us so my back rested against the side of the bed. Using my feet, I hooked myself around his ankles and spread his legs apart, making sure my own cock was nestled neatly against his ass cheeks. Jay groaned after I got us settled, dropping his head against my shoulder and closing his eyes.
“Hands together behind the back of my neck,” I said, and he looped his arms around my neck and held on. His palms were sweaty but steady.
I reached for the nightstand and jerked the drawer open, feeling blindly inside until I found the bottle of lube. Pumping a generous amount into my hand, I moved to grip him slowly,making sure he had more than enough time to tell me no if he wanted to. He said nothing, only moaning as my fingers tightened around him. His hips lifted away from my body, but my legs held him down, and he sank back into my lap with a whimper.
“Just relax,” I whispered, stroking him from root to tip, ignoring how perfectly his body fit against mine. “Just submit.”
He flexed his fingers against the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I fought down the swell of emotion his whimpers and sighs dredged up, focusing instead on stroking him with slow and measured twists of my wrist. I attended his cock lazily, not caring so much if he got off, only focused on keeping him pliant in my arms.
Ten minutes later, Jay’s entire body seized and he cried out. I kept him pinned against me as he painted my knuckles with hot drips of cum, keeping the same pace and same tension in my hand. I dragged my fingers from root to tip, tip to root, root to tip, until Jay’s orgasm quieted down, and he trembled like a leaf in my lap.
