“Yes, sir,” Tom said eagerly.
“Safe word?”
“Calvarium clamp.”
“Kneel,” Cypress commanded. “You’re gonna suck me, nice and slow.”
“Yes, sir,” Tom said, opening his mouth for Cypress’s cock. He took it all in, wrapping his lips around him and sucking softly. They were right by the door and knowing anyone could walk in was getting him so hot.
They would see Tom on his knees, sucking Cypress’s fat cock, and the hot flash of shame was making him hard. He squeezed down on the base of Cypress’s cock, lavishing the head with long licks before stuffing it back in his mouth.
“Good boy,” Cypress praised, stroking Tom’s hair and lazily thrusting. “Mmm, I love watching you suck my dick… you look so fuckin’ pretty.”
Preening at the compliment, Tom opened his mouth wide so Cypress could thrust harder. He moved his hands to Cypress’s hips, encouraging him to go faster.
“Fuck,” Cypress hissed as he took the invitation, slamming his cock into the back of Tom’s throat. He held onto his hair as he fucked his face, his breath coming in short pants.
Eyes watering, Tom struggled to keep up. He gulped down the urge to gag, moaning when Cypress gave his hair a cruel tug. He could taste how close Cypress was, and he wanted it, he wanted him to come so badly.
He heard a door opening somewhere close by, and his pulse cranked up even higher. If someone walked in, Tom didn’t think he would be able to stop. He wouldn’twantto.
Tom gasped when Cypress pulled out before suddenly thrusting back into his mouth and holding there. He had to blink away a few tears as he fought against the choking clench in his throat, and he dug his fingers into Cypress’s thighs.
“Good boy,” Cypress said, smirking as he pulled away again. He rubbed the head over Tom’s lower lip and teased, “Love this, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.” Tom flicked out his tongue, licking over the top of Cypress’s cock. “Mm, I love it.”
“Stand up.”
Tom took Cypress’s hands, getting to his feet and asking, “What now, sir?”
“Whatever I want,” Cypress said as he backed Tom further into the room. “You’re all mine, remember? To do whatever I want with when I want to.”
“Yes, sir,” Tom agreed, his cock pounding in his slacks. His skin felt tingly all over, and he was desperate for more stimulation. He was ready for anything. “Whatever you want.”
Cypress steered Tom to the mahogany casket, commanding, “Turn around.”
“Wait, here?” Tom faced the casket, but he resisted getting any closer. His desire to fulfill Cypress’s command was diluted by an unfamiliar hesitation. “Are you sure? This is a ten-thousand-dollar casket. We shouldn’t… we can’t!”
“Oh, I think that makes it even more perfect,” Cypress declared, grabbing Tom’s hips and pushing him forward. “I’m gonna fuck you right here.”
“But, but!” Tom gasped, his palms slapping up against the side of the casket. His heart was pounding, and he shivered when Cypress’s hot breath tickled the back of his neck.
“What?” Cypress purred in his ear, keeping Tom pinned. “It’s not like there’s anyone in there, right?”
“No. It’s empty. It’s just for display.” Tom groaned lightly as Cypress ground into his ass, their fingers tangling together on the casket. “But w-what if we mess it up?”
“Excites you, doesn’t it?” Cypress was smiling, and Tom was certain it was a wicked one. “Doing something naughty?”
“What about the mess, sir?”
“You’ll have to clean it up, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Tom whimpered, ducking his head down. “I will… I’ll be good. I’ll clean it all up.”
“There’s a good boy,” Cypress said, rolling his hips forward. “It’s been too long since we’ve done this. I know how much you like the idea of someone seeing you… seeing the things I do to you… seeing how much you love it…”
“Fuck,” Tom hissed. He couldn’t deny how much he wanted it. The risk of getting caught was such a unique thrill that made him ache deep inside, and he was helpless to resist. He closed his eyes, whispering, “I do.”
