I tie the knot softly at the back of his head. His shoulders roll once, like they’re learning a new movement. I skim my hands down his arms, over warm skin, lingering until his body settles.
“Full disclosure, I also really want to hump your muscles. I’m kinda obsessed with them. I also want to trace your tattoos with my tongue. I have a list.”
I chuckle. “I’ll make a note, but not tonight,” I tell him, amused and fond. “Maybe later, I’ll let you hump a very important muscle,” I growl.
“Tease,” he says with a breathy laugh.
I start undressing him slowly, because anticipation is what it’s all about, right? My fingers slip under the hem of his tee, knuckles grazing warm skin as I push the fabric up. He lifts his arms on instinct. I peel the shirt away and hear his breath hitch when I lean down and blow over his pebbled nipples. He shivers, and I feel it everywhere.
“Color?” I ask against his temple.
“Green,” he says, steady.
“Good.”
I slowly pull my shirt over my head before stepping out of my jeans and underwear, then I step up close, backing him toward the bed, and lean in to kiss him with measured movements—mouth, jaw, the place just below his ear that makes his knees reconsider their job. When we reach the mattress, I guide him down and work at his belt. The soft clink echoes in the quiet. He laughs once, a little wild, when I hook my fingers in his waistband.
“You’re very composed for someone undressing a national treasure,” he says.
“Mm. I’m focused,” I tell him, dragging the rest of his clothes off, pulling the denim and briefs over his hips and thighs, slow enough that his cock makes a dramatic “swack” when it springs free and hits his stomach.
I lean over him, pressing a hand to his chest to keep him grounded, then skim the other over his side, the flat of his stomach, the line of his thigh—everywhere but where he’s silentlybegging for. He arches, frustrated and sweet. His cockhead is already dripping.
“Dom, you are actually trying to ruin me.”
“Pretty sure that’s what you wanted, little mouse.”
Beckett nods his head vigorously, and his cheeks blush at the nickname.
He tests the dark as if it’s a new sense. His head turns to follow my breath and flinches when I ghost my mouth along his throat, settling when I flatten my hand over his heart. I change my pace on purpose: slow… slower… then a surprising press of my mouth to the hinge of his jaw.
“You know what my favorite part is?” I murmur.
“What?” His voice sounds wrecked.
“That you trust me enough to let go.” I kiss the corner of his mouth. “That you’re all in, even when you can’t see me.”
He swallows. “I can feel you.”
“Then hold on.” I kiss him like I’m putting it to memory, because I am, and slide down his body. He clutches the sheets exactly like I told him to, hips searching in desperation for any kind of contact. I answer his need with my mouth as I lick up the underside of his cock and then swallow him down all in one motion.
I begin the first of many assaults he’ll have to endure before the night is over. His cock is perfect, smooth and hot against my tongue. He’s been diminished to a puddle of want and need. Incoherent words fill the room. I keep him on his toes by changing rhythm, teasing—fast, slow, fast, slow. I keep him high on the edge and safe… and mine.
“Dom,” he says, breaking on my name. “I’m so close already.”
“I’ve got you,” I promise, reaching up to touch his cheek so he knows where I am. “If you need to slow down?—”
“Don’t,” he begs, and then softer, like a secret. “Don’t.”
“Then count for me, little mouse. Every time you’re at the edge, I want you to count them off.”
“Oh my God… this is amazing,” he whispers to himself, excitement bubbling up.
I smile and shake my head.
I pick back up where I left off, sucking his cock, taking a minute to enjoy the weight on my tongue before quickly bringing him right back to the edge. My cock strains against the stiff fabric of my jeans. But I ignore my aching cock, just like I’m going to throughout the night. He’s not the only one who likes to be edged.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck… One,” Beckett all but shouts, and I pop off.
