“All you have to say is, ‘Please, Alex,’” I say before I crush my mouth to his. His fingers tickle the edge of my hand. My tongue finds his quickly, and he moans.
I slip my hand into his jeans, his dick pulsing through the fabric of his underwear. I feel the faintest wetness there, and I grin.
“Get on your knees,” he demands.
He breathes heavily, his eyes full of lust and excitement.
“I will,” I whisper as I bite his lip before sucking on it. I press my hand through the opening in his boxers, brushing over his head softly, giving him the chance to adjust to my touch.
He thrusts himself into my hand and I grasp his cock through the opening and he shudders along with the flock of birds flitting from the trees above us.
I let go of his wrists, grazing my hand down his chest as I lean in close, ghosting his lips with mine.
“And if it’s too much, just tell me.” I kiss him again. “You can always tap out. I won’t be mad.”
As much as I’d love to devour him, there are lines I won’t cross.
He needs to know that. If he really wants to figure this out, he needs to know he can trust me as much as I trust him.
“Do you understand?” I ask, imploring him with my gaze.
He nods, his voice a dark whisper all on its own. “Yes.”
I nod as he swallows hard, his chest heaving, skin flush everywhere I touch. He’s warm, solid, and at my mercy.
“Good,” I say, squeezing him lightly.
That look of interest darkens as he grabs my hair, shoving my head down, forcing me to my knees. Hedoes it carefully, and it doesn’t hurt. He pushes my face against his leaking cock.
“Now, shut the fuck up and suck my cock,” he growls.
“You didn’t say, please,” I say as I lick the bead of precum there. His head hits the back of the tree as he sucks in a breath.
“I’m not going to tell you twice,” he mutters, and the desperation in his voice is more than noticeable.
I smirk up at him from where I rest and his eyebrows furrow as I stroke his cock.
“Please,” he drawls with sarcasm. I remove my hand from him and he sucks in a breath, his voice needy when he says, “Please, don’t stop.”
Well, that changed his attitude rather quickly. I grin. Hearing him like this? It’s hot as hell.
“Oh, don’t worry, Jordan. I’m only getting started.”
I make a show of spitting directly onto his cock before I take him into my mouth. He fists my hair and his moans come in just as fast as my hurried licks and squeezes.
“Oh my God—” His husky, breathy, desperate voice makes my brain glitch. So I keep going.
His fist tightens in my hair as he thrusts his thick cock deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat until I gag.
Fuck, I have missed this…
“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groans, taking control.
I grin as drool collects at my chin and my eyes start to water as I build my rhythm, writing my praises for his cock with my tongue.
He’s still the biggest, baddest, hottest dick I’ve ever had.
No one, and I meanno one,tastes as good as he does.
