I trailed my fingers across his cock, relishing the way his shoulders shuddered at my simple touch before slipping away, heading to the oven to turn it off. “I don’t think we’ll need thisjustyet. I’d rather occupy my time with something else.”
I could feel his gaze assessing my frame as he spoke. “Oh, yeah? Are you finally going to show me what being topped by Oren Valens is like? Because last I checked, I made a pathetic?—”
Pressing my palms flat against his chest, I shoved him against the counter, my tongue swiping across my bottom lip as the rest of his words were silenced. “The only thing pathetic is you, my love, because your weakness is me. So,darling, you promised last time you’d listen, and well, I’ve always wanted to see you kneeling in front of me.”
Without a second of hesitation, his back slid down the kitchen island. Tucking his feet beneath him, he lowered himself before me until he rested in the exact position I’d commanded. “Happy?”
Raising my palm, I struck his cheek, gripping it with my fingers as I angled his head to mine. “I didn’t tell you to speak, love. Pathetic men such as you deserve that reprieve once you earn it, got it?”
He hissed slightly, slowly bringing his attention back to me. But instead of uttering another word, he merely dropped his chin in response, a nod indicative of his understanding.
God, I was already wavering at the sight of my man, my love, mydevotionon his knees in front of me. Biting the inside of my cheek, I adjusted the hem of my pants, my cock already aching for him.Alwayshim, but he’d have to work for it.
Reaching to where the batter was, I coated another spoon in the mixture before letting it drop onto my boot. “Oh, shit,” I hummed, letting another couple of drops fall before setting it onto the counter. “Cleanit.”
At the mere words, his hips rocked forward, a gasped moan leaving him. “S-Shit, Oren.”
“Do you want my cock or not? All I hear is a bitch whining when I asked for you to clean.” The sight of his hips rolling made me bite the inside of my cheek until that familiar metallic tang returned. It was the only way to keep myself from unraveling.
His chest shuddered, and wasting no time, he sank to the ground. Pressing his chest against it, his ass raised, and I watched as his tongue jutted from between his lips to lap up the first drop from my boots.
“All of it, or do you have a problem taking direction?”
Flattening his tongue against the leather, he did exactly as I commanded, licking every inch of my dirtied boot clean. With his head craned to the side, I watched as his lids fluttered, only to then catch his caramelized stare gazing up at me beneath his dark lashes.
“Fuck,” I groaned, palming myself over the apron.Apron.
Reaching behind, I untied it with haste, discarding it somewhere in the kitchen. I needed Thorne this instant, my need for him growing daily. There were no limits to my love for him. I loosened the belt around my slacks.
“God, you’re fucking perfect, Thorne.” Imeantit. Every syllable of the words spoken as I slowly eased open the button on my pants.
He whimpered, the sound nearly enough to send me over the edge. “Please. I need you.”
God, I needed him too, but I wanted him panting in desperation, and he wasn’t there yet. “You might’ve cleaned one mess, but you’re forgetting this.”
Shifting my hips, I shimmed my pants down, my boxers following suit as I gripped my cock. Rolling my thumb over the tip, I collected the bead of precum. “Open.”
He kept his head against the ground, bowing in submission, his lips parted for me. Unfurling his tongue, he gazed up at me with the pure definition of obedience, awaiting the offering I was seconds away from giving him.
Who was I to deny such an obedient man?
Placing my thumb on his tongue, he lapped up that bead while my other hand slowly moved from base to tip. A low moan escaped me as I watched his tongue dance over my thumb with the precision I knew he’d give my cock in just a moment.
Pulling my thumb from his mouth, a trail of drool clung to it, one I shoved into my mouth. Collecting a mixture of my saliva and his, I spit into my hand, running it up and down my cock before looking at him with hooded eyes. “You keep making messes, and I’mmorethan willing to let you fix it.”
“Please,” he begged again, unmoved from beside my boot. “I need… to feel you… I need you inside me… Please,Daddy.”
“F-Fuck,” I said as I grabbed the counter to steady myself. “Sit up and clean your mess off my cock.”
He pushed himself upright, sinking back onto his knees. Dipping his head back to look up at me, he reached forward, his fingers curling around my base. He stroked me once, and then, without a moment’s notice, took all of me.
His tongue flattened against my shaft as he bobbed down, my length coming to meet the back of his throat. His shoulders raised with a gag, his body shuddering slightly, but it didn’t stop his ministrations. Swiping his tongue back and forth while I filled him, he traced up my entire length, beginning to suck once he reached the top.
“God,” I whimpered, my hips bucking as I took off his cap. Tossing it to the side, my fingers threaded in his hair, and I shoved him forward, not giving a single fuck if he could breathe.
He gagged again, saliva pooling in the back of his throat, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. Reaching up, he placed his hands on my thighs to steady himself. The instant I looked down at him, his teary, honeyed stare met mine.
“Fuck.Fuck,” I repeated, the sight of those tears edging me toward release, his fingers digging into my skin tighter with each thrust.
