He shakes his head. “I don’t need one.”
My hands still and I frown at him. “You need what I say you need. Choose a safe word, Ned.”
His gaze wavers, and then he swallows. “Tumbleweed.”
“Better.” I resume my exploration of his body, covering every inch of skin in firm caresses.
“Will you punish me if I use it?” he asks, quietly.
I’m unsure if his question is hopeful or wary, so I smile at him reassuringly. “Never. Although, that doesn’t mean I won’t torture you in some other way.” Taking hold of his cock, I circle the pad of my thumb over the slit, coating it in pre-come. Ned’s eyes close as he shudders in my grip. “A way you’ll find infinitely more pleasant.” Lifting my hand, I push my slick thumb deep into his mouth, feeding him his own taste.
Ned latches on to the digit, sucking it clean with noisy moans. The sounds have my own cock throbbing so hard I’m not sure my zipper will survive.
“Do you have any rules?” I play with his nipples, making them hard enough to tug at and enjoying the sound of his gasps.
“Only one,” he says through panting breaths, “and I didn’t even have to tell it to you because you said it first.”
It takes me a moment to figure out what rule he’s talking about.No sharing.
His head lowers. “Turns out you’re better at following it than I am.”
Lifting his chin, I kiss him lightly on the lips as his gaze meets mine. “I would rather burn than watch someone else put their hands on you.”
A tiny smile flickers before he takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “I believe you.”
“Good,” I mutter, standing abruptly. “Now that’s settled. Let’s start with a blow, shall we?”
Ned laughs softly. “Don’t mind if I do.” He undoes my belt and pants with swift, jerky movements.
As soon as my erection is free, Ned engulfs me in his hot, wet mouth. His groan of relief mixes with my own and his cheeks hollow out until he’s vacuum sealed around me. One of his hands clamps around my base, while the other reaches for my tight sac.
My knees threaten to buckle, and I throw my arms out, grabbing hold of whatever pieces of furniture I can find. “Holy fuck.”
He starts to move, drawing all the way back to the tip, before sliding down my length once more. An extra inch disappears into his talented mouth and my eyes roll back in my head. How the hell am I ever going to last long enough to give him what he needs?
For a long moment, I focus on the clamour of people moving around outside, each group hunting for their own tent or trailer. Shouts and laughter are overshadowed by the off-key warble of drunken singers. Every one of them unaware that on the far side of a thin metal wall, the lead singer of Fifth Circle is giving me the greatest freaking head of my entire freaking life.
Just like that, all my focus returns to Ned—his lips stretched around me, his eyes watering as he attempts to take me deeper.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.” I trace my fingertips lightly down his concave cheeks before threading them up through his hair so I can take hold of his head. “Hold still. I want to take the lead for a while.”
Managing a small nod, Ned stops moving, his hands falling away. The head of my cock, held tight between his lips, is the only place we still touch. His tongue swirls around my tip in quick revolutions and he whimpers quietly, as if the urge to plunge back down my length is hard to resist.
My hips start to move. I fuck his mouth with long, slow thrusts and he moans his gratitude. It doesn’t take long to set the rhythm and I quicken my thrusts.
The sight of him is perfection. Naked. On his knees. His palms turned upward on his thighs as he stares up at me, wide eyes begging for more.
There’s a telltale tightening in my balls, and I know I have to stop, or I’ll be emptying into his mouth in seconds. Putting my hand on top of his head, I withdraw from the tight furnace of his mouth and slide a single finger under his wet chin. “Up.” My voice is gravelly with lust. Unfamiliar, even to my own ears.
He scrabbles to his feet with the eagerness of a puppy, and I can’t help but smile. “You are the cutest thing ever to exist.”
Golden eyebrows shoot skyward. “How dare you?” he whispers in mock indignation. “I’m sexy, dammit. And slutty.” Closing in, he licks a wet stripe up the side of my neck. “I am all your dirtiest fantasies brought to life in one debauched package.”
With a low chuckle, I turn him towards the bed, pausing to fondle his bare arse. “You are definitely all those things,” I agree, giving his butt a light smack. “You’re also hella cute.”
Nudging him towards the bed, I reach for my bag and rummage through it for the condoms and lube I brought with me. Ned is on all fours when I join him, as though he expects me to go straight from using his mouth to using his arse without any deviations in between. He may be ready and willing to accommodate, but his behaviour makes my dislike of his ex-boyfriend burn hotter. Did the man have no imagination? No tenderness at all?
“Roll over.”
