He licks his lips. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“How does it taste?”
“So nice.”
“Do you know how sexy you look right now?”
He shakes his head.
I pinch his chin. “So fucking sexy. You look so stunning. I want to take a photo, frame it, and hang it on the wall for everyone who visits to see.” The words pour out, feeling right at the time, even though it’s something I’ll never do. Like I’d be able to invite my parents over withthatphoto on the wall.
Haru trembles. His cock is creating a bulge in his jeans. It must be uncomfortable. Should I give him permission to unzip his jeans and free himself? Should I give him permission to touch himself? Nothing I’ve read or seen over the past few days has prepared me for this moment. I’ll have to rely on my instincts. Trust that if it feels good to me, Haru is going to enjoy himself too. It doesn’t matter if my praise gets ridiculous as long as it turns him on.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
He obeys. A thrill runs through me. My cock jerks in my hand. The power I feel right now is intense. I might not get why he wants to submit, but I am starting to understand why people would choose to take on a dominant role. Fucking hell, this is a power trip. I can’t let it go to my head. Above all else, I have to take care of Haru. I have to keep him safe. I would never do anything to hurt him.
“You’re such a good, perfect boy. Are you ready for my cock?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Open wide.”
He parts his lips farther. I tease him by tapping the head of my cock against his bottom lip. He whimpers. His reaction makes me groan deep in my throat.
“I’m looking forward to putting my cock in your hot mouth. It’s going to feel amazing. You’re amazing.”
Haru’s lashes flutter as he shivers. His hand twitches towards his groin.
I tut. “Don’t touch yourself.” I take a deep breath as I debate my next words. I read them on the Internet, but I can’t spit them out.
Haru stares at me expectantly. His expression radiates desire without any trace of judgement. I’m safe to experiment with him. He won’t laugh at me.
“Your cock belongs to me tonight.”
His pupils double in size. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re so beautiful.” My words are so quiet I’m not sure I spoke at all.
He’s always beautiful, but now, at this moment, on his knees and waiting to receive my cock, he’s fucking divine. I have never seen such desire in a man’s eyes before. Never had anyone want to give me complete control. It’s humbling.
I put my hand on the back of his skull and brush my fingertips through his coarse hair. He doesn’t like pain, so I won’t tug or pull, but I do need to hold his head still.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now. And you’re going to be a good boy and take it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I slide my cock between his lips. “Oh fuck, your mouth is so hot and perfect. Suck, baby.”
He clamps his lips around my shaft and sucks and licks, sending shivers of delight through my dick and into my balls and groin.
“You know how to use your tongue, don’t you, gorgeous?”
He grins around my cock. The unbridled desire in his eyes rips my heart in two and then stitches it back together again. Fuck. He wants this. I hold his head firmly but gently as I rock my hips, sliding my cock between his lips. He keeps staring at me as he licks and sucks. His mouth is curled up at the corners. His eyes shine with need, and god help me, I want to give him what he wants.
“Let’s see how much of a fucking your pretty little mouth can take, shall we?”
He gives my cock a cheeky lick, which I take as permission to snap my hips back and forth. Harder. Faster. Deeper. I don’t let his head move. I make him take my cock. My stare is fixed on him, watching for any sign of distress. But at the same time, I let myself go. Let myself enjoy the feeling of his mouth and tongue, and oh holy fuck, how am I supposed to stop myself from losing my load within seconds.
