When my lips brush across his nipple, I shudder, my cock twitching, precome spilling hot in my shorts. Fuck, why haven’t I done this before? Why has it only ever been me unraveling beneath his touch?
My tongue flicks over his nipple again as I squeeze the other, and the sound he makes is a deep, guttural groan that has me aching and throbbing. I kiss and suck, nibbling until I’m drunk on him, until I know he’ll wear my marks for days.
“Lucas… fuck. Stop.” His voice is guttural, warning me again. But I don’t stop.
I keep devouring, sucking, teasing until my body is trembling with need, until I’m halfway down his abs, lips hovering lower, when suddenly his hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head up.
His lips are parted, his chest heaving, his eyes blown wide with hunger. He looks dangerous like this—dangerous and fucking gorgeous.
“You have two minutes,” he rasps, voice like gravel and fire, “to do whatever you want with me. After that—” his grip tightens in my hair, a warning, a promise “I’ll throw you to the edge of this bed, take your legs over my shoulders, and fuck you until you can’t walk for days.”
The image makes me shudder, and a needy little whimper escapes me. I want that so badly I could beg, but first, I want this. I need this.
So, I bat my lashes at him instead, heat curling through me, and give him a smile, wicked and shy all at once.
He tilts his head like he’s trying to read me, then releases my hair.
I waste no time. Sliding back, I make quick work of his belt, his suit pants, the fabric whispering down his thighs until I peel them off completely. Then his briefs, freeing him, leaving him sprawled out in my bed in nothing but his unbuttoned shirt. His chest is half-bared, broad and intimidating, but it’s the fact that he’s letting me do this that makes my pulse trip out of control.
Instead of crawling back onto his lap, I settle between his legs. He shifts just slightly, watching me with that unnerving, hungry patience. My eyes drop to his cock, it’s thick and heavy, demanding attention.
Nerves spike like ice water down my spine. My hand wraps around him, my fingers don’t even meet because of how big he his, and it still won’t stop surprising me.
I lean down, and my lips tremble against the ridges of his abs as I kiss lower, closer, and closer still.
Fuck. What if I can’t take him? What if I gag, choke, freeze? What if I make a fool of myself… The thought burns and twists with need until I press one last kiss just beneath his abdomen, and his whole body stiffens.
Then his hand is in my hair again, yanking my head back, harder this time, dragging my eyes to his. There’s fire there—lust, sharp and alive—but also something colder, suspicious.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice is low, stern, and commanding.
“I—”
His cock twitches in my hands, distracting me. I bite my lip and stroke him slowly, spreading the slick of his precum across his length.
His jaw tightens, and I feel his gaze harden. “Answer me”
“I… I want to suck your cock, Alex.” My cheeks burn as the words tumble free. “I wanted to do it on your birthday. But you just kissed me, dragged me back here, told me to study…” My lips push into a pout before I can stop them.
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, like I’ve just grown two heads.
Then his voice drops, hard as steel. “You are not sucking me off, Lucas.”
Something in me flares—anger, embarrassment, want, all tangled. I swat his hand away from my hair, sit back on my knees so I can face him fully. My chest heaves, my blush refuses to die down, but my eyes lock on his anyway.
“And why the hell not?” I snap, glaring at him, the rejection slicing through me, shame prickling under my skin. My pride flares hot and reckless.
He doesn’t rise to it. He just watches me, calm, unreadable, studying me as if he can see straight through me. Then he exhales slowly.
“How long have you been thinking about doing this?”
I swallow, throat dry. My fingers tremble against him, but I don’t let go. “A month,” I admit, voice steadier than I feel. “I’ve been thinking about it for a month, and I’m sorry I snapped at you.”
He shakes his head, sighing like I’m both breaking him and testing him.
“Baby, I don’t know… I don’t think you—”
“Don’t.” My voice cracks as I cut him off, the words tumbling too fast. “Don’t bring that up right now. Fine, you don’t want me to do it because you saw a video—”
