This is going to end embarrassingly quickly.
His palms travel up my thighs and then over the stretched material of my jeans against my hard and aching cock. He undoes the button, and with a tap of my hip, he encourages me to lift. He pulls off my jeans and underwear, spreading my legs.
My balls hang heavy, and my cock is hard.
“Beautiful,” he says at the display.
He leans in, teasing my cock with a twirl of his tongue around the head. “You’d better hold on to something, baby.” I fist the cushions at the feel of his hot, wet mouth enveloping my cock.
My gaze is fixated as Dom—big, strapping Dom—down on his knees, takes me from root to tip. His hands cradle my balls, giving them a squeeze with just the right amount of pressure.
I’m a babbling mess as he becomes relentless in his mission of making me come. “Oh, fuck, Dom. If this is the way you apologize, feel free to piss me off whenever you want.”
Dom slides his hands under my shirt, causing my nipples to pebble.
“Hngh! I’m so close. I’m gonna come!”
Dom pulls off my cock so fast you would think my grunt was the secret safe word of the day.
“What? Why did you stop?”
“You’ve got a lot to learn, little mouse.”
Ugh, that fucking nickname.
“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be apologizing to me?” I say breathlessly. My chest heaves as I struggle to gain control of my breathing.
“I’ll always apologize when I’ve made a mistake, but that doesn’t mean you still don’t have to follow the rules.”
“Rules, what rules?”
Dom wraps his hand around my length and starts pumping my cock.
“I guess we haven’t gone over them yet. The biggest and most important rule of them all is that I own your orgasms, Beckett. When I’m ready for you to come, then you can come.”
“Have them. Take them. Do what you must.” I lay the dramatics on thick.
He rolls his eyes before picking up the pace. “So,” he says. “Do you want to come, Beckett?”
“Yes.”Oh, fuck yes.
“Then you need to ask, baby.” The wet heat of his mouth wraps around my cock, and I lose all train of thought. Ask… all I heard was the word ask. If I weren’t so desperate, I would fuck with him.
I can feel the telltale tingle of my orgasm building again. Shit, I’d better hurry.
“Fuck, Dom. Can I come? Please, can I fucking come?”
“Give me your load, baby.” All it takes is one more stroke of his fist and the strong pull from his mouth as he sucks me off.
I let out a cry, throwing my head back. My muscles tense and my toes curl as my orgasm steals all my breath. He sucks me until there’s nothing left and my cock is oversensitive. I let out a hiss.
Dom finally pulls off.
That was by far the best blow job I’ve ever had.
“That was… can we… I wanna do it again.”
Dom chuckles as I pull up my underwear, and he moves up to lie on the couch next to me.
