I paused, just to see the flash of impatience cross his face. Honestly, it was kind of funny.
“I’d say, ‘Taylor, let me suck you off.’” I caressed his inner thigh, noticing a muscle jump under his skin. “I’d wrap my lips around you, get it all wet and messy.”
Was it my imagination, or was Taylor pushing his hips ever so slightly forward, as if trying to get me to touch his cock?
“I’d choke on it, but I wouldn’t care,” I continued. “You wouldn’t care either. You’d just use my mouth like I was a whore.”
“I wouldn’t,” he said, voice rough.
I blinked, ripped out of the moment. “What?”
His eyes were slightly hazy. “I wouldn’t use you. I would be…gentle.”
“Okay, you would be gentle,” I agreed. “I would begentle too. I’d kiss the very tip, like you were a gift.” My thumb grazed the base of Taylor’s cock, and something tightened in his jaw. “And when I did take you down my throat, tears streaming down my face, you’d be okay with it, because you would know that I was okay. That I wasn’t in pain. That I was enjoying it — that I enjoyed pushing myself past the limit for you.”
There was no doubt about it. Taylor was definitely pushing his hips forward, shifting his body in an attempt to get his cock in my hands. He didn’t even seem aware of it.
Slowly, I wet my lips, and he watched me with a parted mouth.
“Do you want me to suck you off now?” I asked, in a soft voice.
His chin tipped in an almost imperceptible nod.
My smile widened.“Then beg for it.”
CHAPTER TEN
The Possession
I’d hoped to twist the knife, but to my surprise, he didn’t hesitate.
“Suck me off, Archie,” he said in a thin voice. “Please, just — just do it already. I can’t stand it anymore.” His words were all running together, the complete opposite of his usual composed speech. “I’ve been waiting so long, so just hurry up —”
“Even when you’re begging, you’re bossy,” I said, then took him into my mouth.
He let out a soft, high noise. I didn’t even realise that someone with a deep voice was even capable of making such a sound.
It was fucking hot.
He continued to make desperate, pleading noises as I sucked him, and without being fully aware of what I was doing, I’d shoved a hand into my pants gripping myselftight. How could I not, with the sound of him in my ears, and the taste of him against my tongue?
Taylor’s eyes were screwed tight, his head tipped back, but after a few minutes, he slitted his eyes open.That’s when he saw me, my fist moving furiously underneath the fabric of my pants, and I felt his cock throb against my tongue.
“You’re…” he said in a raspy voice. “You’re touching yourself.”
I took my mouth off him. “What, did you think I’d let you have all the fun?”
“You’re really enjoying this?”
“Why can’t I?” I asked defensively. “Do you want me to suffer?”
“No,” he said, immediately. He reached out and pushed a hand through my hair. “No,” he said again, more quietly. “Take your pants off. I want to see.”
If I took them off, I would be completely naked, just like him. It’d be a step further than Friday night, because on Friday we had still had our t-shirts on.
Nonetheless, I obeyed. I was still technically his slave, and also, it would be easier to jerk myself off without pants in the way.
Once I’d chucked them off to the side, I returned to flicking and sliding my tongue over his erection. I jerked myself off with long smooth strokes, pausing now and then to pay extra attention to the head. Taylor was so hardand heavy in my mouth, and I could taste his pre-cum. It made my stomach flip over, and soon I was leaking too, clear stickiness dripping out of the slit and sliding down the sides of my cock.
