His hands.On my waist.My hips.My face.His mouth crashes into mine.
I gasp against him, my back hitting the cold tile as his mouth trails down my neck, teeth scraping my skin.
His breath is hot.Words even hotter.
“You’re gonna get on your knees for me,” he murmurs, tongue dragging over the curve of my throat.“Take my cock and let me fuck that perfect face.”
His hand moves up my thigh.
“Bet you’ll choke on it, Red.Fuckin’ love the way you gag.”
I shudder, hips arching into him, entirely captivated by the filth spilling from his mouth and the way his lips seal over my pulse.
I undo his jeans and drag the zipper down slowly, just to watch the way his jaw locks.My hand closes around his cock, hot and heavy in my grip, and I swear I feel the shift in him instantly.His breath stutters.Just once.Enough to tell me I’ve got him.
When I sink to my knees in front of him, my eyes lift to meet his gaze, making his whole body go rigid.
“Fuck,” he mutters.“You have no idea what that does to me.”
His gaze sears into mine.Possessive.Dark.
“You on your knees, looking up at me like that, holding my cock as if it belongs to you.”His voice drops lower, rougher.“Makes me want to fuck you all day and night.”
I let my thumb trace the head, watching his control start to fracture.
“Jesus, Red,” he breathes.
His hand slides into my hair, steady and grounding.Not forcing.Claiming.
“Open that pretty mouth,” he whispers.“I want to see you take my cock.Want to see how bad you want it.”
My tongue teases the tip of his cock, enough to make him swear under his breath.Salt.Heat.Want.All of it hits me at once, and I don’t hold back.I lean in, take him deeper into my mouth, and feel his whole body react.
His head tilts back, eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched tightly enough to crack.He’s fighting himself, struggling to resist losing control.
Every sound he makes only makes me braver.I keep my pace steady, hand and mouth moving with purpose, knowing exactly how to work him without mercy.
When he looks down again, and our eyes lock, I see it happen.That moment when he’s gone.
“Fuck, Red,” he gasps.“Don’t stop.Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
And for the first time, I realize exactly how much control I hold over him.
His grip tightens in my hair, a growl roaring from his throat.He thrusts once, twice, shallow and teasing, testing the edge of control he’s about to lose.
“Red…” His voice is strained.“You feel so fucking good.”
Then it shifts.His hips jerk forward, deeper and rougher, as I let him take control.His grip tightens where he needs me as he fucks into my mouth, using my throat the way he’s been craving since the second I dropped to my knees.
“Shit.That’s it.Just like that.Take my fucking cock.Take all of it.”
He’s wild now.Fingers gripping my hair tighter.Eyes locked on mine.Thrusts becoming ragged, like a man falling apart when there’s no chance to turn back.
Then he groans.
“Fuck… fuck, I’m gonna—”
His whole body stiffens.One hard thrust.Followed by another.And he comes, hot and hard, spilling down my throat with a filthy growl of my name.His eyes close, head thrown back, every muscle tense as pleasure takes over him.
