No one gets this.
No one sees him like this.
No one willevermake him sound like this.
And if they tried, I’d kill them.
I suck him deeper. I make it wetter on purpose. Sloppier. The more noise he makes, the filthier I get. My hands explore him.
His hips, his thighs, his lower back, his ass. I grab all of it. I squeeze.
He tugs harder on my hair. My scalp burns, and I love it. I love it so much. Because I’m not doing this just forhispleasure. This ismypleasure too.
This is my thing. My fix. My high.
His pleasure is my possession. I hum around him, and his knees almost give out. The bathroom is a fucking steam room. Everything is wet. The mirror’s fogged up, the air is thick with heat.
And I’m gone. Gone for him.
Gone like he’s some god and I’m just the fool who touched divinity and can’t go back.
I take him deeper. I let him hit the back of my throat, again and again, and I don’t pull away. I stay there.
I want to choke on him. I want to ruin myself for him. He moans, broken, like he can’t hold it in anymore.
I pull back a little. "You like that, angel?"
He nods, pupils blown wide. His hand is still in my hair, but gentler now. Like he doesn’t know whether to hold me there or pull me back and kiss me.
But I’m not done.
I wrap my arms around his waist and go again. His stomach is twitching every time I slide my mouth back down his dick. He’s saying my name again and again.
Gio. Gio. Fuck, Gio.
God, I want to live inside that fucking sound. His grip in my hair tightens, this time not gentle.
I know that rhythm. He’s about to cum.
I look up at him, and I go harder. I flatten my tongue and hollow my cheeks.
And suck. I’m trying to rip the orgasm out of him with my mouth. My hands are gripping his ass.
He throws his head back a little when I do it harder. "Youreallylike my ass," he mutters, flushed.
I glance up at him, grinning. "Yeah," I say. "Unhealthily."
He shoves my wet hair out of my face. "Then eat it."
…
I swear to God this is the first time in my life I’veeverwanted to obey anyone.
Not follow. Obey.
I’ve never wanted to do exactly what I’m told so badly. Never wanted to be on my knees like some filthy, well-trained dog just waiting for permission to be useful.
I grab his waist and twist him to face the wall. I can’t fucking believe this is happening. That he’s letting me. That he wants this.
