“I’ve been told it’s wet… warm… w–”
My jaws nearly touched as my lips folded. I felt like a fish out of water. Puckered lips and bulging eyes.
“Watch your fucking mouth, my baby, before you remind me there are niggas still breathing that didn’t treat you the way you should’ve been treated.”
As he loosened his grip, I ran my tongue across my teeth. I tried suppressing the grin. It was useless.
Ishmael’s dick sprung from his briefs, serving as the perfect distraction. Its girth was soul-stirring. I wrapped my fingers around it as best I could. I ran the length of his protruding veins. One at a time. Saliva flooded underneath my tongue.
I drew in as much as possible.
“Spuh.”
Ishmael’s body lifted from the seat slightly. I placed my palm over his head and twirled my hand around, lowering it all the way down his shaft. His head fell backward.
My left hand joined my right hand. Each time I made it to the head, I twisted my palms around it and slid down his length.
“Fuck.”
My eyes were on Ishmael. His eyes were low, riddled with need.
“You like that, Ishmael?”
He nodded.
“Use your words, love.”
I stole a page from the book of Ishmael.
“Yes.”
He didn’t attempt to call my bluff. Without a warning, he understood the consequences of him not responding verbally. I’d suffered those same consequences under his ruling.
“Where do you want him?”
“Baby–” he groaned.
“Where do you want him, Ishmael?”
I stroked his dick with closed fists. His shoulders were curled inward. His spine was bent. His eyes had turned to slits.
“Put ‘em in your mouth, Royce.”
I removed my left hand, replacing it with my tongue. I enclosed him, suctioning his dick until it touched the back of my throat.
“Shit.”
In the opposite direction of my hand, I twirled my head as I lifted. I switched directions as I lowered.
“Fuck.”
Ishmael tasted so much like mine. His skin pressed against my tastebuds was heartening. My beating red organ slammed against my chest, attempting to free itself.
I rolled my tongue around the tip of Ishmael, harping on his sensitivity. He shuddered. A palm of his rested on my head. Silently, I braced for impact.
“Mmmmm.”
Saliva ran down my hand, lubricating his skin. I glided up and down his dick effortlessly. Each time he made contact with the back of my throat, more lubricant was extracted.
