“Oh, yeah.”Stupid.My shoulders slumped and I stared at the bottle in my hand.
“You just wasted a lot. Use the cap as a measuring cup next time.”
Wincing, I nodded, returning the bottle to its spot in the cupboard. He let me struggle through deciding on the settings for the wash, and then I pressed buttons. The display panel flashed bright blue. Wouldn’t it just be great if I busted his machine while I was at it? He didn’t say anything to me, though, and eventually I just poked at the start button and let out a sigh of relief as the machine began to fill with water. It couldn’t be that bad, right? All the settings had to wash stuff, otherwise what would they be for?
“Good. Now get over here and get on your knees,” he demanded, and I spun around. My heart tried to bust out of my chest, and I swallowed hard. Vulnerability gripped me as I stood there naked with him mostly dressed. We’d had our roles reversed more than once. Did he feel this way when I’d had him naked for my pleasure? My knees were as solid as water on the short walk to him. I sank down before him and stared upward.Fuck, I’ve never done this sober.Stormy cupped my chin.
“How do I….”
He tickled his fingers along my jaw. “You have to drop your jaw and either slide your tongue back in your mouth and curl your lips over your teeth, or stick it really far forward. Depends on if you have a short or long tongue. I think yours is longer. Stick it out and open wide, Pookie.” He tapped his thumb on my chin.
I nodded and did as he said. One second my mouth was empty and the next it was stuffed full. He grinned, then gripped both of my ears and used them to hold me still while he guided himself in and out of my mouth. I panicked a bit and grasped his thighs as he began to move his hips faster, but he didn’t say anything, only spread his legs wider and rocked forward. The sweet musk of his groin—not dirty, just a pleasant mixture of old soap and man—had my stomach clenching. I gagged when he hit the back of my throat, but the happy whimper he let out had me relaxing more the next time he shoved in. The need to please him, show him I could do this if it was what he wanted from me, had me trying to open up as much as I could. I kept gagging, though. Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes and stung my nose due to the irritation in my throat.
“Shh, you can’t climb Everest the first time you put on hiking boots,” he said, voice soft and kind. He petted his fingers through my hair and down the back of my head, and I wanted to die right here, it was so nice.
One fact was clear: his cock was much larger than I’d remembered.
My tongue was stuffed down into my mouth by his firm girth and my lips were parted wide, and somehow the obscene spreading of my body made me mortified in a way I loved. Spit slid down my chin. I must look terrible, nothing like he did when he worked my cock, like he was born to blow me. He stroked himself near the base, because I was nowhere close to taking him all in, and fucked shallowly into my mouth.I should have him down my throat.Goddamn it, I was fucking up. I tried again to swallow him and gagged.
“Oh, good try, Pookie,” he said when I attempted to swallow around him at the back of my throat and ended up coughing on his tip. “I’ll turn you into a model housebitch, best there could be. You’ll be eating my cum for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Suck,” he demanded and slid his hand along his shaft fast enough that I had trouble keeping track and bumped my lips awkwardly against his fingers. I pulled back and sucked, focusing on the salty bursts of flavor at his cockhead. He stiffened and swore, and I prepared myself, but the gush of his cum into my mouth hit the battered and bruised back of my throat strangely. The second spurt tickled the back of my nose deep inside, and I wanted to sneeze and cough. He unloaded more. His jizz spilled out of my mouth around him and he made a sad little noise.
“Swallow, Pookie. You’ll choke.” Stormy, my self-appointed Mister, didn’t pull out, he just drilled farther into my mouth and spurted again, and I did my best—which was terrible. When he eased out from between my lips there was a sticky stream of his cum leaking in a quickly cooling thick line down my chin.
Excitement jumped in my chest at his smile as he used his thumb to gather the cum and feed it to me. I sucked at his finger, and he kept going until he must have been satisfied there was no more there. I wiped at my chin as I sat back and rested my hand on my needy cock. I was stiff again already, and I started to jerk myself while I stared up at his pretty face.
He chuckled, a wicked sound that lifted the hairs on my arms. “Oh no. You already came once, and you weren’t given permission. You don’t get to do it again right now.”
Anger and… excitement swirled through me. I jerked myself faster until Stormy crouched and rested his hand on my wrist. He stared into my eyes, and I shuddered. I wanted to relent and do what he’d ordered. The realization was a hard pill to swallow, just like his cock.
“Sorry, Mister,” I mumbled and let myself go. My cock bobbed and I drew in a shaky breath. A drop of precum glistened at my tip.
Stormy smirked and spread the drop around my cockhead, and I gritted my teeth.
“Aw. Need something?”
I glanced away and sniffed. My nose was clogged because my eyes had been watering while I blew him, and I had a needy, full-body, used feeling.
He ducked down until his gaze clashed with mine and continued toying with my glans. “Lesson one as my houseboy—I come first, you come at my convenience. You’re here for me, not the other way around. Understood?”
“Okay.”
He leaned forward and kissed me, which took me by surprise. I whined when he broke away, his thumb still torturing me. “Who is most important, me or you?”
“You?” I asked with a frown.
“Good. Come on, let’s shower.” He let me go and I hated it.
“Together?”
“Yes.” Stormy smiled at me and stripped out of his pants as he stood. He tossed his shirt aside, too.
Focused almost entirely on my leaking cock, I followed him to the shower. It was a good thing he liked me because he could have led me into traffic the way I was feeling right now, and I might not have noticed until I was a smear on a bumper. He adjusted the shower with a couple of buttons on the wall. “This is how I like it. Remember,” he said. I glanced at the buttons and shrugged, already knowing I would forget. “Okay.”
“Go over and get the stuff for us.” He pointed at a skinny closet in the corner as he stepped into the shower and left the glass door cracked open behind him. I grabbed washcloths and towels and then came back. He had his eyes closed, and water sluiced down his beautiful, toned body. I licked my lips, dumped the towels on the floor, and stepped inside. My cock gave a hopeful throb while I ogled him and closed the glass door behind me.
“Wash me, housebitch,” he said, but a hint of a smile curved his lips. I hung my washcloth up on a railing along the tiled wall and picked up a bottle of bodywash. “Hair first.”
Frustration coiled inside me as I hung up the second washcloth and grabbed the shampoo instead. He turned his back to me, and I dumped some of the pine-scented gel into my hand—a special brand for people who dyed their hair—and then massaged the lather onto his scalp. He sighed and leaned back, and I was surprised how much I liked running my fingers through his strands. The work was soothing and reminded me of long walks and cool nights staring at the stars… something to get lost in. After a bit he laughed and batted my hands away as he turned to rinse the shampoo out. I repeated the process with the conditioner and would have stood there all day playing with his hair. An embarrassed part of me hoped he hadn’t noticed how much I enjoyed this intimate moment. I probably wouldn’t get anything like it again after I was back on my feet.
