“Stay,” he firmly orders. “Be my good boy.”
I fuckingwhimper.
That makes his smile grow.
“Yes, Sir,” I say, hoping that’s the right thing to say, because it sure as hellfeelsright.
Apparently, it is. “Good boy.” His gaze narrows, dark and hooded, and he stands. “Don’t move.”
I don’t even twitch.
He turns off the big lamp in the far corner, and the one fixed to the wall over the nightstand, leaving only the the small lamp on the desk.
Returning to stand next to the bed, he reaches for my left foot, pulling off my shoe and sock, then the right. I can clearly see the outline of his cock pressing against the front of his shorts. He steps between my legs and pushes my knees wider apart sohe can crawl up my body and kiss me again.
Lowering his body over mine presses our hips together. He’s braced himself over me with his hands, almost like pushups, slowly grinding against me. I don’t know what’s going through his mind right now, but he feels like he’s as hard as I am, so I guess I can’t be horrible.
“You ever get a blowjob before?”
I nervously nod. “Just from girls.”
The sultrysmile returns. “I guarantee you I’ll top your list by the time I’m done.” He sits up again, catching my hands and sitting me up where he kisses me again. My hands are free to roam once more, and I’m barely aware of it as he unbuttons my shirt and slides it off of me.
With his hands no longer separated from my flesh by my shirt Christopher caresses me, waves of heat trailing in his wake as heexplores. Then I start to work on the top button of his shirt and he gently nips my lower lip.
“Not yet, baby. This is about you.”
I guess in a different context I might take umbrage at his use of that term, but rolling from his lips, in a voice growing deeper and hoarser by the minute, it sounds sexy as hell.
And I start to think maybe having a sneaky relationship in DC might be totally doable.
Because I don’t know how in hell I’ll let him go when this little bit has already embedded him deep inside my soul and makes me crave doing anything for him.
He shoves me back onto the bed and stands, hooking his hands behind my knees and easily manhandling me where he wants me, stretched diagonal down the bed so he has room to climb up and I can pull a pillow under my head. He quickly unfastensmy belt and pulls my slacks off. They’re discarded on the floor and his fingers hook around the waistband of my briefs. My cock’s tented the front of them, no doubt leaving a wet spot there.
But his gaze is fixed on mine as he slowly runs his fingers back and forth inside the waistband without sliding my briefs down. “Ask me properly, boy.”
I swallow, because I can barely breathe, much lessspeak. “Please, Sir.” In the background, his phone plays on, we’ve gone through Aerosmith and ZZ Top, and are back to Queen. I know for the rest of my life anytime I hear these songs I will think about this night and this man.
That evil damn smile—what a sexy damn sadist. Chris watches me as he slowly lowers my briefs, until he can pull them totally off me and discards them to the floor withthe rest of my clothes.
Even as he lowers his lips over the tip of of my cock, his breath searing me as I watch him, his gaze remains fixed on my face.
Like he can’t get enough of watching me.
The tip of his tongue flicks out and slowly traces the slit, tasting me, and it’s suddenly hard for me to draw in a breath. I never knew I needed a man so much before.
Thisman.
His fingers encirclethe base of my cock and my balls, pulling a gasp from me. He knows what to do, what I want—what Ineed.
When the head of my cock slowly disappears between his lips, a low moan rolls from me.This…
I can’t think, can’t process anything beyond sheer ecstasy.
Nothing haseverfelt like this before, and he’s barelydoneanything yet.
Torn between fascinated and overcome with pleasure, all I cando is watch, breathless, moaning—gone.
