Every time his finger brushes against my prostate, electricity shoots through my veins, ricocheting all around before settling at the base of my cock.
“Is it happening? Oh god, please let it be happening.” Dom lets out a dark chuckle, confirming my theory. He’s going for the long game.
“Not this time. I mean, what kind of ‘sir’ would I be if I gave you everything you clearly want? That would be like a reward,” he says, petting my prostate over and over again.
“No, of course not. That would be…mmmfffp,” He’s clearly trying to get me to come.
Dom lets out a laugh.
My muscles tighten, and I don’t know how I hold my orgasm back, but finally, he says those pretty words.
“Come for me, little mouse.”
It’s not a shout, it’s a command wrapped in velvet, and my body listens before my brain catches up. My release slams into me hard and hot, my back bowing, every muscle pulled taut against the silk. He holds me through it, steady, grounding, like he meant every promise he made.
When it’s over, I sag back against the pillows, wrists still bound, heart still racing. He presses a slow, filthy-soft kiss to my stomach, then my hip, then finally my mouth.
Idon’t give him much time to recover before I slide up his body and shove my dick down his throat. I still have a mouthful of cum, and I’m already sitting at hair-trigger level. I feel barbaric. Like, I kinda wanna pound my chest with my fists right now.
Do not pound your chest right now. For fuck’s sake, get it together.
“Can you snap your fingers?” I ask.
He looks at me funny, but tests it out anyway. “Yes.”
“Good. Snap your fingers if you need me to stop because I don’t do slow and easy.”
“Send me to pound town, s—” I don’t let him finish, just slide my cock back into his hot mouth. Note to self: when Beckett gets bratty, throat fuck him.
I look down at his blissed-out face. His cheeks are flushed, and tears wet the corners of his eyes. When they fly open and lock on mine, he swallows. His lips stretch around my length, saliva dripping down his chin.Fuck, he looks so sexy like that. I arch into him, and he tilts his head back, opening his throat so my cock can sink another inch.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re good at this. Yeah,baby, take me down that hot, wet throat of yours.” He hums. “My cock looks so fucking good in your mouth.”
I pump my hips, fucking into his mouth hard and fast. “Fuck, baby, that’s it. Take my cock.”
It starts at the base of my spine, the buzz of electricity building. A couple more thrusts and my balls draw up tight. “I’m gonna come, baby. Are you gonna swallow my load down?”
He nods, with hollow cheeks.
I thread my fingers through his hair, grabbing on tight as my orgasm shoots down my spine and rope after rope of cum coats the inside of his throat.
With my chest heaving, I pull off, slide down his sweat-slicked body, and lie next to him. “Are you okay?” I ask between labored breaths. “Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” I ask, reaching up to untie him.
A shit-eating grin spreads across his face, telling me no. “That was perfect. I love a good mouth-fucking.”
“Jesus, little mouse, I didn’t know you were such a slut.”
He lets out a laugh. “Edging is my favorite, so I do plan on holding you to that, but I like it a little rough.” He winks.
We’re both quiet as we lie there catching our breaths. As soon as oxygen becomes our friend again, Beckett sits up. “Can I use your bathroom?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Beckett slides those damn little black briefs back on before walking into the bathroom. I resist the urge—hard—to bite my knuckle as his ass bounces away. I can show some class. I’m a grown-ass man, even if I wanna dirty him the fuck back up.
The room is quiet when the door clicks shut. Too quiet.
My head’s still scrambled. It’s been a long time since I’ve let anything get this intense. Long time since sex left me feeling… raw. Exposed. Like if he looks too close, he’ll see all the pieces I usually keep bolted down.
