When I step forward, unfastening my belt and slacks, his lips are already parting. I grab the back of his head with my left hand and fist the base of my cock with my right. I ram it down his throat without preamble, gagging him, but he doesn’t even try to pull away.
“Handsbehind your back,” I softly grit through my teeth.
He complies.
I hold his head with both hands and try to go slow, give him time to adjust, but I’m afraid the only way the screaming stops is if I start skull-fucking him.
That’s what I do.
I feel the scruff on his face against my balls, the heat of his tongue against the underside of my cock and sliding along the head.
Blissful silence settlesinside my brain and I gasp as I suck in a breath. It’s enough to make me fall still from the glorious shock of it, but I slide out just enough so he can breathe.
Looking down, I find his brown eyes focused on me, soft and heavy-hooded and full of subspace.
Maybe his mind’s gone quiet, too.
I feel his scruff against my palms and the way his lips wrap around my cock.
My cock, which is buriedinside this man.
I don’t know why he quiets my brain, but I didn’t realize how loud and unrelenting it was until he did.
I brush my right thumb along his cheekbone, the soft skin beneath his left eye, and I realize his eyes aren’t the color of hers.
He has two perfect eyes, a perfect mouth, and I feel his warm breath against me.
The silence…
My breath hitches in my chest as I slowly startmoving again. I don’t look away, don’t close my eyes. I want to watch him, stay anchored to him.
Anchored to the here and now.
To the silence.
“My good boy,” I whisper, and he softly moans.
I pick up speed, not the brutal pace of before, but definitely more than Ellen could ever keep up with.
Or, I should say, more than I was ever comfortable giving to Ellen, even at my roughest and darkestwith her.
There were countless times I held back and she wanted more.
But I always held back.
Be a good guy.
Not wanting to go too far.
Except my brain is quiet, and my mind is clear, and I’m terrified to lose this peace.
On his knees in front of me, he’s…gone.
Then again, so I am.
“Takeit, boy,” I whisper, my fingers tightening around his skull. I pump into him and savor the quiet, savorthe bliss.
I wouldn’t stop now even if I could.
