His words devolved into a guttural moan when I pushed up his shirt and licked down the V of his hips, dragging my tongue across his skin like I was mapping him. Claiming him.
He was trembling.
Breathless.
Wrecked.
I hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled his briefs down slowly, savoring the moment his thick length came into view. I tucked his boxers below his heavy balls, his cock slapped against his abs, smearing a sticky trail of precum across his skin.
My gaze met his. “Tell me to stop.”
He didn’t. Hecouldn’t.
His hands flew back and latched onto the shelf like he needed to brace for impact when I took his silken skin in my hand. His head hit the shelf again, harder this time. And then he was gasping, helpless, already unraveling before I even took him in my mouth as I worked him over from root to tip with slow languid strokes.
“Sin…p-please.”
My thumb rolled over the crown, swiping up the bead of precum from his slit. Theo moaned as I brought it to my mouth and licked it off.
“F-fuck that’s so hot.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
I winked as I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him in deep, steady, deliberate. I took him all the way to the back of my throat in one go, moaning as I swallowed around him. Not having a gag reflex came in handy when I wanted to blow my partners’ minds and rewire their neural pathways.
Theo choked on a cry, knees threatening to buckle when I squeezed his balls and rolled them in my hand. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked up his length until only the tip was resting on my lips. I dipped my tongue into his slit, pulling guttural sounds from his parted lips.
Then sucked on just the crown, my tongue paying special attention to that sensitive spot just below the head. Never taking my eyes off his. The flush on his cheeks, pupils blown out, swallowing the green fire that burned in them.
“Oh god. Oh God.”
I used my hands to hold his hips still, but he kept twitching, trying to thrust, to fuck into the heat of my mouth like he didn’t know how to stay still. I didn’t let him.Thiswasn’t for him to control. It was my turn to show him how amazing it could be to surrender and give himself over to me.
I worshipped him. Took my time. Adjusting what I was doing as I watched him. Learned the exact flick of my tongue that made him hiss through his teeth. The way his thighs trembled when I swallowed deeper, burning my nose in the neat thatch of hair at the base of his gorgeous dick. The wrecked little noise he made when I pulled back just to tease the underside of his tip with soft, fast licks.
“This isn’t foreplay,” I murmured between strokes. “It’s war.”
I swallowed him deep again, pushing past the thick stretch until tears burned the backs of my eyes and my lungs ached for air. My throat tightened around him as I forced myself to hold him there, swallowing softly, letting the spasms make him shake.
Theo’s hands scrabbled at the shelf behind him, his breath catching in stuttering gasps. His hips rocked forward on instinct, desperate for more even as his legs trembled from restraint.
Spit and precum pooled at the corners of my mouth, slicking down my chin. But I didn’t care as I lost myself in him.
I pinned him in place with one hand and swiped the mess up with two fingers from the other. I dragged them down the tight line of his abs, over the crease of his thigh, down lower still, until I reached the tender skin behind his balls.
He made a strangled sound, hips jerking. I didn’t need a roadmap to find where he needed me most.
Without needing to be told, Theo adjusted his stance, feet shifting slightly wider, his breath now ragged, uneven, shaking. He didn’t look down. But his body gave me the permission his mouth never would.
I ghosted my fingers down his taint to the tight ring of muscle, circling lightly, feeling the heat and tension gathered there. When I applied a little pressure, he jolted like I’d shocked him with a live wire.
“Jesus,” he gasped, almost choking on the word.
I groaned around his cock, the vibration making him moan aloud.
The pucker of his entrance fluttered beneath my touch—tight, untouched, and so fucking responsive I thought I might lose it before he did. I rubbed slow, patient circles there, just brushing the surface, sparking the sensitive skin to life, teasing him with what was coming.
I pulled off his length, lips swollen and slick. A string of spit still connected us—thick and obscene—before snapping as I leaned back to kiss the flushed, leaking head of his cock.
