Chuckling, James ran his hands down Kit’s sides. Pinned his hips to the leather seat. “Speaking of things I really want to do. I’ve been thinking about your mouth since I met you in that bloody kitchen.”
Arousal and anticipation spiked through Kit. “What a surprise.”
James rocked against Kit. His cock was hard between them. “Let me fuck your face, babe.”
There was something about thewantin James’s voice that turned Kit into a puddle of arousal. His own jeans were so tight they hurt, but Kit didn’t want to touch himself yet. He wanted to do whatever James told him, so he could keep feeling like this.
“Yeah,” Kit said roughly. “Okay.”
James peeled away with a groan. He slumped on the leather bench across from Kit and spread his legs.
Kit pushed himself upright, every rapid breath pumping new heat. He glanced at the moving landscape through the tinted windows, hoping they were too dark to see through. Not caring as much as he maybe should.
He slid to his knees. The carpet was soft, even where the holes in his jeans bared his skin. He braced one hand on James’s thigh as James unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. The thick heft of his cock was clearly visible beneath the denim. Kit’s mouth watered in anticipation, and James’s eyes never left his.
“That’s a good look on you.” James took Kit by the chin, tilting his face higher. “I like you on your knees, looking up at me. You’re so fucking pretty.”
The praise washed hot along Kit’s face.
James drew out his cock, and nervous anticipation flickered through Kit. James’s cock was even bigger than it had felt. Long and thick, a ruddier tan than the rest of him. James shuffled his jeans and boxers down past his hips, then all the way to his ankles, completely shameless in the back of the limousine.
“You’ve done this before, right?” James leered down at him.
“Of course.” Kit attempted a cocky glare of his own, but somehow, he still felt new and uncertain. He’d done this before, but he’d never wanted it so much. Gathering all his bravado, he reached out to touch James’s cock.
It was warmer than Kit expected, the skin soft over firm, blood-filled flesh. James’s whole body jerked with the slightest touch. Kit stroked James slowly as his own erection pressed needily, wetly inside his underwear. Part of him wanted to touch himself too, but the rest of him wanted to devote every ounce of his attention to James.
“Fuck,” James groaned. “Just like that.”
Kit had hardly done anything, but he’d take the encouragement. He shuffled forward on his knees and kissed the head of James’s cock.
James tasted warm and musky on Kit’s tongue. Even just the brush of skin on his lips seemed to penetrate every part of Kit. Almost more overwhelming was the heat of James’s muscular thighs caging around him. Kit was completely surrounded, completely at James’s mercy.
But not helpless. Not worthless.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” James kept talking, grounding Kit and teasing him all at once. “Those pretty lips were made for my cock, weren’t they, babe?”
Kit was on top of the world, the way the slightest flick of his tongue could draw out such unfettered groans of pleasure from James.
James’s hand sank into Kit’s hair. Not pulling, just holding Kit’s head in place. Kit was going to shake apart from anticipation.
“Did you know I jerked off to you the other day?” James asked. “I leaned against the shower wall and fucked into my hand and pretended it was your mouth, just like that.”
Something about the heat and pleasure in James’s voice, the earnest, arrogant obsession, melted Kit’s composure into nothing. He looked up to meet James’s eyes as he took the head of James’s cock in his mouth. Hot and heavy on his tongue.
James rubbed his thumb around Kit’s stretched-out lips, momentarily silent.
Kit first moved tentatively. He bobbed his head, jaw stretched wide, as he took as much of James’s cock as he could—barely half of it. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked.
When James’s hand tightened his hair, Kit whimpered. Not from pain.
“God, you’re perfect,” James said, eyes glittering. “Can I go a bit rougher?”
9
“I love seeing you so desperate for me.”
Roughersounded more appealing than Kit thought possible. Pulling away from James’s cock, Kit licked the taste from his lips. “Yeah,” he said raggedly. “You can go rougher.”
