He reached behind me for something, pulling out a thick wool blanket before dropping it on the floor. If he thought for one minute I was going to…
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“You’re incapable of silence?” he muttered as he sank to his knees. “Should’ve known. Maybe I need to learn how to say it in High Valyrian.”
I stared in shock as Locke’s fingers quickly fumbled with the front of my pants.
“Help me with this. We don’t have much time,” he said.
My hands moved automatically to fulfill his request. Was he for real? “You don’t need to?—”
“Yeah. I do.”
He yanked my pants and underwear down to my knees and then licked the tip of my cock experimentally. I stared at the scene.What the actual fuck.
“You’re already hard for me,” he said, as though surprised.
I’m always fucking hard for you,I wanted to say.
“You’re on your knees for me,” I said instead. “Of course I’m hard.”
“You have a nice dick.”
I blinked. “So I’ve heard.”
His eyes darkened. “You let anyone else touch your cock before I’m done with you, Jethro, and I will fucking end them. Do you understand?”
My dick got even harder while I nodded stupidly.
No one had ever been possessive over me.Ever. I couldn’t help thinking about Locke’s words during the game yesterday. “It’s called MarisHoldings, Jett.”
But those were just words. Ones that didn’t apply to me.
His mouth on my cock? That was action.
Locke was sucking my dick. This supposedly straight man was on his knees for me, and I was crystal clear on the reason for it.
He wanted to prove something.
That he wasn’t afraid or ashamed. And maybe,maybethat he didn’t think of me as his whore.
“Fuck,” I groaned when he finally stopped playing around and sucked me down enough to gag. I moved my hand to the side of his face and grinned. “Easy, Johnny.”
His eyes flicked up to mine. I expected to see annoyance at the stupid nickname, but instead, his gaze was soft.Wanting.
Seeing him like that, his commanding mouth stretched wide around my cock, eyelashes wet with tears from gagging, was enough to bring my orgasm screaming closer to the point.
He pulled off and wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand. “Tell me how you like it. Tell me how to make you feel good.”
I guided his mouth back to my cock. “Any way you put your mouth on me is going to make me come,” I admitted softly. “It won’t take much, I promise.”
He returned to the effort of pleasing me—sucking, licking, teasing—until I shoved him away and clamped my own hand over my mouth to keep from betraying our location and activities to the household staff. My orgasm hit hard and fast while Locke quickly grabbed a towel from a nearby shelf to catch my release.
His eyes were hot on my cock the entire time until it gave its last pitiful spurt, and then he glanced at my face with an expression of awe. “I did that.”
I wanted to laugh. “Take it easy, big guy. It’s not rocket science.”
He pushed to his feet, his own erection obvious behind the fabric of his pants. “Are you saying I wasn’t any good?” The knowing glint in his eyes challenged me to admit the truth.
