He soon got lost in fucking himself into my mouth, small grunts being drawn out of him every time I tightened the suction around him. His head fell back, eyes screwing shut whilepleasure had him already getting lost in it. To the point where he reared himself back fully and rammed his dick down my throat, choking me.
His eyes snapped open, instantly ripping my head back to release himself from my mouth. “Shit, Blake. Sorry.”
Spit dribbled down from my lips to coat my chin, my brows pulling together in confusion.
What the hell was there to be sorry for?
I didn’t tell him to stop.
“Are you okay?” His eyes were earnest, filled with worry.
How ridiculous. The man makes me cum by slapping my ass hard enough to leave handprints and he’s worried about me choking on his dick.
Where was the line with him?
It was kind of sweet in a fucked up way.
A veryMarlowway.
Instead of answering him, I shook my hair free from his hand in order to scoot back further onto the bed and flopped down onto it. His curious gaze followed me, growing even more so when I gestured for him to come closer.
He sunk one knee down onto the mattress and then the other, his hand coming down close to my hip where he hovered for a second looking lost on how to proceed.
I huffed out a laugh. “Come here.”
“I... Blake.”
“Marlow, come here.”
The only downside tonight was we weren’t going to be able to fuck—which was probably for the best. For one, we had no protection because I’d been a goddamn gatekeep keeping those condoms from him, and two, this was more than enough to hopefully get our bearings back once morning came.
“Where?” he asked as he crawled closer.
“I want you to fuck my mouth. Now, get over here.”
His eyes practically popped out of his head. Thankfully, he didn’t argue with me on the subject and quickly scrambled to throw a leg over the other side of me, scooting up until he was straddling my chest.
I leaned forward until my lips were around his tip again, greedily sucking him into my mouth and getting that musky taste coating my tongue again.
He swore under his breath. “Who knew you were so fucking needy for dick.”
Would it be better or worse to admit it was only his that I’d craved this badly?
It was probably best to keep that to myself and take it to my grave.
He planted his hands just above my head while his knees came down next to my ears. He spread his thighs wide, giving me plenty of room to curl my arms up and grab onto the sides of them, giving myself some kind of leverage in order to bob my head up and down his shaft.
My own dick was waking up from its nap, the tingling of an erection in my near future making itself known. I had no idea if Marlow would last till I was at full attention again, but if he did, I’d love to come together.
“Hey.” He quickly grabbed my chin and forced my head back. “Didn’t I say to leave all of that at the door?”
I practically melted into the mattress.
I wasn’t used to someone taking charge in anything, had needed the relief from it so damn badly, but was disappointed around every corner whenever I sought it out intentionally. Not many were up for that task, or at least at the point thatIneeded. It wasn’t just the seldom things like making decisions about the grocery list or what position to get into when fucking.
I needed more than that—I needed serious commitment to taking the choices off my plate and letting me fall back into asubmissive role that still allowed me the chance to get off in the end and not simply cater to whoever I was inviting into my bedroom.
“Behave.” He traced his thumb along my jaw. “I’m in control, Blake. Remember?”
