I’m still in control, but he is trying to wrestle it from me with each word whispered in that warm, husky voice, with each stroke of his hand up my leg.
I’m about to burn alive, and I’ll walk into the flames with my arms open.
“My lips? What do you like most about them?” I ask, attempting to keep the fever out of my voice.
It’s power play. I could make a move, and he’d probably fold, but since it’s him who wanted to deny me his dick, he needs to be the one to offer. I may be cheating, but there’s no rules in love and war.
Dalton reaches over the table, all too close to the half-melted candle, and his thick thumb brushes my lip. “You had… a bit of cream there,” hesays, but once he wipes what’s likely not even there, he slides his finger under my top lip.
Now I’m hard too.
And as I open my mouth ever so slightly, he pushes his way in. The touch of his rough fingertip on my tongue almost makes me whimper, but I need to remain in control of this game, so instead of just yielding, I meet his gaze and gently press my tongue to the digit.
It’s all on offer, Dalton. Just say the word, break the spell, and get your dick sucked.
He gets up, opening the buttons of his shirt, and the tent in his pants couldn’t be more obvious. He’s panting, all his attention on me, and he circles the table like a lion approaching prey, but he has no idea I’m the one luring him into snares.
Dalton strokes my face, crotch level with my mouth. “Want to finish what we started in the cabin…?” His eyes are filled with so much lust I want to drizzle it over my tiramisu and eat it.
Yes.
Fuck, yes.
“Since I served you dinner, it’s only appropriate that you’re the one to offer me my dessert,” I rasp, voice almost too quiet, but his lips quiver when he hears me.
He can’t open his pants fast enough, and since I didn’t get him any, he’s not wearing underwear. His dick is out in all its swollen glory, rigid, pointing at me and desperate to be sucked.
“All yours,” Dalton rasps and pulls my face against it with a groan filled with need only I can satisfy. It slides along my cheekbone, leaving behind the sticky musk of pre-cum, and I greedily close my hand around the base while the other slides up those firm, hairy abs.
Is this heaven? Because it sure feels like it.
Was I holding my breath? Maybe, because my head is spinning, and by the time I tease his cockhead with the tip of my tongue, we’re both grunting like two wild animals about to rut. The flavor of seawater and arousal goes straight to my head, and I lean down, sucking it in, like I used to do when I still hooked up with people.
But this is better.
His cock is better.
It might be the biggest I ever had, and I love it.
“How much can you take?” Dalton whispers, hands on the sides of my head, sliding into my hair, as he rocks his hips forward in a needy motion. My mouth is so full of his rigid meat I’m overwhelmed, because it’s hot to my lizard brain and alarming to my logical side. “So hot and warm,” he mumbles, turning me on further. While he’s strong, he doesn’t force me, nudging rather than forcing the shaft in.
Sweat beads on his torso, and he leans into my touch when I gently scratch his pec before sliding my hand down, all the way to his balls. He stirs in response, and my lips descend the side of his cock, savoring its clean flavor as if he’s my favorite popsicle.
Fuck, he tastes good. Like the essence of masculinity. And he’s all mine.
His hips buck when I move my hand up his dick and suck on the delicate skin of his balls. My knees hit the floor, and I take in one of his nuts, face buried in his wiry pubes.
I caress it briefly, then stab at the other with my tongue, and while a voice at the back of my head tells me I’m already sticky, and that I must look ridiculous, I feel grounded.
As if I’ve found my safe place.
Which also, incidentally, makes me incredibly horny.
“Fuck… you’re so…”
What? What was it I wanted to say? The thought evaporates from my skull as if the heat of our lust has cooked my brain.
"Oh, Jesus Christ… I need you to suck me. Please. Work your pretty mouth on it. I've never wanted to come as much in my life.” He pulls my face a bit higher, back to his dick, and I love seeing him so desperate. He’s stripped to his base desires.
