I nod, swallowing hard, and lean in. His scent hits me first, a blend of perfume, spice, and something unmistakablyhimunderneath. My nose brushes the inside of his thigh, and I have to stifle a groan. I mouth at the edge of the lace, careful and teasing, letting my lips and beard drag along his skin. May’s breath hitches above me, his fingers slide into my hair, not yanking, just holding me steady. My entire world narrows to the feel of him, the taste of skin and sweat and fabric.
I hook my teeth around the waistband, tugging gently. The fabric gives, stretching, but it’s tricky. I have to angle my jaw, work the elastic down past the swell of his cock without using my hands. It’s humiliating and hot as hell, and May is clearly enjoying the show.
“Clumsy,” he teases, rocking his hips just enough to bump against my cheek. “Don’t make me do all the work for you, Dalton.”
I huff a laugh, grinning around the lace, determined to impress him. I shift my jaw, lips dragging over the sharp point of his hipbone, and May lets out the softest, filthiest sound I’ve ever heard.
Jesus. I want to hear that again.
I keep going, nuzzling the thick bulge, stroking the tender expanse of his inner thighs with my chin, until the lace finally gives and slides down far enough to expose him. May’s cock springs free, flushed and hard, the head already slick with precum. I groan, helpless, staring at him like he’s the first meal I’ve had in years. I work the lace down his thigh, careful and slow, never using my hands, just lips, teeth, and tongue. At one point, May has to steady himself on my shoulder. I swear he’s trembling.
Finally, the jockstrap drops to the floor, pooling around his ankles.
I sit back on my heels, hands still locked behind my back like a good boy, and stare.
“Good boy,” May murmurs, stroking my cheek with one teasing finger. “Now put that pretty mouth to use.”
Permission granted, I waste no time. I lick a slow, deliberate stripe up the underside, savoring the weight and heat of him. May makes a choked sound, not quite a word. I grin against his cock, then open my lips and take just the tip inside, swirling my tongue around the sensitive crown. His hand slides into my hair, not pushing, just resting, fingernails scratching lightly at my scalp.
God, I missed this. I missed him. I missed being the one to unravel him.
I hollow my cheeks and suck, letting him slide deeper, careful not to use my hands, just like he ordered. It’s not easy; it’s fucking hard to resist running my hands over every inch of the man I’ve craved for over half my life, but I’m determined. I want to impress him; I want to prove I’m worthy.
May’s hips jerk forward, and I relax my throat, taking him deeper. He slides in, hot and heavy, and I breathe through my nose, eyes watering at the stretch. I can feel him trembling above me, his grip tightening just a little. He’s gorgeous, all doneup and undone at once, and I want to memorize this. I want to make up for every year I went without. I want to make him come undone over me, strip away that perfect control. So, I open wider and take him as deep as I can in one go. He hits the back of my throat, and I gag a little, but it’s worth it for the sound he makes, a strangled gasp caught half in his chest.
I pull back, lips slick, and take him again, setting a rhythm. Hands still locked behind me, I let myself get lost in the taste, the texture, the way his thigh trembles against my cheek. May moves, gentle at first, rocking into my mouth, fucking into the heat of my throat. I moan around him, vibrating, and he responds instantly, grinding deeper. His skirt brushes my cheek, fabric soft and decadent, his scent everywhere.
“God, Miles.” His voice cracks, barely recognizable. “You’re still so fucking good at this.”
I want to preen, but my mouth is full. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, tracing my tongue along the vein on the underside. May’s legs tremble, his hand tightens in my hair, not forcing, just guiding, letting me know exactly how he likes it. I look up at him, needing to see his face, and the sight nearly wrecks me. His eyes are half lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed beneath the shimmer of his makeup. He looks utterly undone, and I’m just getting started.
He tightens his grip on my hair, guiding me, and I let him. I want him to take what he needs. Hell, I want him to use me, if that’s what he wants. I go deeper, swallowing him down until my nose presses to his pelvis, holding there, breathing him in as my throat flutters. My own cock leaks against the rug, the friction just enough to keep me dizzy and desperate.
May’s hips jerk, and a genuine whimper escapes him. “Fuck, Miles, don’t you dare stop.”
Never. Not in a million years.
I pick up the pace, moving faster, using my jaw and tongue to work him with every ounce of skill I have. The taste turns saltier, pre-come smeared across my lips, and I lick it up greedily, making a show of it. I remember him liking me like this. Messy. Ruined. Wet-eyed and hungry.
May’s breathing goes ragged. He’s swearing now, low and reverent, stroking my hair like he can’t decide whether he wants to reward me or punish me. I glance up, meeting his gaze. The look on his face is everything. Speechless, mouth parted, cheeks flushed beneath slick contour and high-glamor makeup. His lashes flutter as he fights to hold himself together.
“Shit, baby,” he rasps. “You look so fucking pretty like this. On your knees for me.”
If I weren’t already addicted, that would have done it. I hum, letting the vibration travel up his shaft. He throws his head back, a low moan echoing off the lounge walls. I redouble my efforts, sucking harder, bobbing my head, letting spit drip down my chin and onto his balls. I nudge them with my nose, and he gasps, legs shaking. The skirt brushes my face again, soft and ridiculous, but all I care about is the man above me and the way his control is starting to slip.
May pulls me off, just for a second, letting me gasp for breath. His cock glistens with spit, flushed and angry-looking, and he taps it against my lips, smearing the shine across my face.
“Show me your tongue,” he demands.
I stick it out, wide and flat, just how he likes. May slides the tip along it, slow and teasing, before pressing it back between my lips.
“Good boy. Now take me all the way. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
The praise goes straight to my cock. I moan around him, eager and obedient. I swallow him down, relaxing my throat, letting him use me as deep and hard as he wants. My jaw aches,and my eyes stream, but I don’t dare pull back. May fucks my face with growing urgency, the rhythm falling apart as he gets close. His thighs tremble around my ears, and his hand tightens in my hair until my scalp burns.
“That’s it. Just like that. You’re perfect, Miles. You’re fucking perfect.”
He looks down at me, eyes wild, lashes clumped with mascara, and there’s nothing in the world but this. I feel him getting close. His cock swells, his grip turns punishing, and the shallow thrusts grow rougher, more desperate.
