He hesitates, but then, he slowly pulls away from my grip, eyes never straying from mine as he leans down before me and slowly puckers those fat lips to press them against the toe of my leather boot.
My jaw falls slack a bit. “Oh, fuck.”
That seems to encourage Madison because he movesfurther up the leather, trailing a path of soft, featherlight kisses up the laces that travel my shin until he reaches the tie, and then, he stops and stares at me like he’s waiting for more direction.
But fuck.
I just want him to let go.
I reach down and card my fingers through his hair. “Just do what feels right, darlin’. There are no rules.”
“No rules?” he asks, brows twisting together in confusion.
“No rules,” I parrot as I play with his wet hair, relishing in the fact that it’s wetwith me.
And that seems to confound him more than ever, but I just give him time.
He slowly wraps his arms around my legs and crawls a bit closer before lowering his head down to press a soft kiss against my bare knee cap.
I shiver at the soft, innocent touch, and then… then, I nearly black out because Madison crouches down and runs the flat of his tongue along the side of my boot and back up again—while never taking his eyes off mine.
My jaw falls open at the sight of the black of the leather glistening from his saliva.
The flashing of the lights makes every second glitch in the background, and I’m panting just from watching him.
“Madison,” I groan as I tug on his hair. He pulls his head back slightly, tongue still sticking out, and I about come in my fuckin’ pants. “Fuck, never mind. Don’t do that.”
“Why?” he asks innocently, and I huff a dry laugh.
“Darlin’, you really are somethin’ else, aren’t ya?” I tuck a strand of hair behind his ear and trace the shell before cupping his jaw and tilting his head back. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”
He swallows. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he confesses, and I smile.
“That’s what makes you so perfect. You justknow.”
His brows furrow. “I do?”
“You do,” I confirm. “Keep going. Because if you keeplookin’ at me like that, I’m going to do unspeakable things to you.”
Madison’s mouth pops open slightly, and I notice the rise and fall of his chest. “W-what th-th-things?”
I narrow my eyes. “Don’t tempt me, little mouse. You’re not ready for that.”
And that, for some reason, seems to piss him off. Madison drops low and…oh, fuck. He’s not…
He is…
I stare with rapture as Madisontonguesmy boot, soaking it in his spit, laces, buckles and all, up and down, over and over, until the leather is glistening in the flashing of the lights.
I’m nothin’ but a panting mess as he moves on to the other boot, his eyes either trained up on me or focused on his task at hand.
I’ve never been so hard in my fuckin’ life. My cock isburnin’.
“Madison,” I groan as I reach down to cup myself through my briefs. “You might wanna slow down?—”
“No,” he hisses as he continues his assault over my boots, andfuck me. I never thought boot worship could turn me on like this.
But here we are.
