He moans and thrusts his hips against mine, letting me feel how hard he’s already getting. “I thought you were going to punish me.”
“Oh, I’m more than capable of doing both.”
Letting go of his hair, I pick him up until his legs wrap around my waist. He throws his arms around my neck and kisses me as I carry him through the house. When the kiss turns deeper, more feral with every noise he makes, I have to stop in the hallway to press his back against the wall.
I need more.
More contact.
More skin.
More ofhim.
Pinning him to the wall with my hips, I reach for the hem of his hoodie before pulling it up and over his head, followed by his long-sleeve shirt. After each time our kiss breaks, he returns to my mouth with even more ferocity. Our teeth clash, our tongues battle. Heat ignites beneath my palms from the warmth of his skin as my hands roam. I map the contours of his body, learning every inch by touch, getting a feel for every part of him that I’m craving to taste. I let my nails rake across his back. I pinch his nipples between my fingers. All the while, he’s grinding more desperately against me, his noises turning more needy.
I’m about to fuck him in the damn hallway if I don’t move this elsewhere.
Wrapping my arms around him again, I continue carrying him down the hall and past the kitchen. The scent of Earl Gray is faint, the tea cold and long forgotten.
Once we’re in my bedroom, I drop him onto the dark gray duvet as I fall into the bed with him, covering his body with mine without my mouth ever leaving his. We kiss and grind, both of us fully hard now as we chase the friction of each other.
My mouth moves and my hands go to the button of his jeans, kissing and licking my way down the column of his throat.
“I’ve been dying to have you in my bed, Jackson,” I tell him, my voice a husky whisper. “I’m going to break you apart and then put you back together again.”
He squirms beneath me. “Fuck.”
His chest heaves under my lips as they reach one of his nipples. I take it between my teeth, giving it a quick, sharp bite as I get his jeans undone. My mouth continues to travel down, leaving kisses and bites along the way as I slide his jeans and underwear down his legs. The moment his hard, leaking cock pops out, I lick up the bead of precum at the tip.
His loud, rumbling moan fills the room. “Isaac.”
I peer up at him, and his eyes snap to mine. There’s a beautiful, pink hue to his cheeks, and he appears unsure if he’s still allowed to call me by my name.
Hovering above him again, I brush my thumb lightly across his full lips. “I love the sound of my name on your lips.” His body relaxes until I give him a grin and add, “But you’re going to be calling me Sir here soon.”
Sitting back on my heels between his legs, I pull my Henley off and toss it aside on the bed. Jackson groans as his eyes rake over my body. I’m no Adonis by any means, but I do have a small home gym and like to keep in shape. I’m a little proud that he seems to enjoy that.
“May I please touch you, Sir?”
“Such a good boy for asking.” I slide my hands up and down his thighs, just needing the contact. “You may.”
He scrambles to his knees in front of me, and my cock jerks at his eagerness. His nervous eyes meet mine as he places his palms against my chest before slowly dragging them down. The touch of skin on skin is electric, sending pleasurable shocksthrough every cell in my body. When it’s his tongue that’s licking its way up my abs, I swear I’m about to ignite.
“Everything about you feels so good, Jackson,” I say, already breathless, my fingers threading through his hair. “Now get that pretty mouth on my cock, sweetheart.”
That’s apparently all the permission he needs before tugging my sweats down past my hips. Once freed, my dick juts up, already leaking precum, desperately awaiting the promise of his warm mouth.
He wraps a hand around the base of my shaft, hesitating for only a moment before licking a hot path up my length. I rake my fingers through his hair, barely resisting the urge to grab hold and slam into the back of his throat. I’m aware this is his first time doing this, and it makes me want to treat him as though he’s precious.
Of course, that’s exactly what he is.
When his lips stretch around the head of my cock, the sensation and the sight of being inside his mouth has the effort of holding back turning into a raging battle.
“Fuck,” I groan, gripping his hair just a little tighter when he hollows his cheeks and sucks me down. “I can’t believe I was missing out on this. I wonder if your ass will take my cock as well as your mouth does.”
The moan he makes vibrates all the way to my balls, and I let out a grunt as I thrust my hips forward. Bringing a finger to his mouth, I push it inside with my dick, stretching his beautiful, full lips even further. I have lube in my nightstand, but I’m not ready to leave the divine warmth of his mouth.
Once my finger is wet with his saliva, I run my hand down his back, teasing a finger through the crease of his ass until I reach his hole.
