My breath hitches as his tongue darts over my thumb.
“I can do so much with my mouth. If you let me, I can show you,”he says, and my entire hand moves over his lips to keep him quiet. It only serves to make him lap at my palm, wetting it.
Fuck.
Our eyes stay connected, and I feel his moan vibrate against my skin.
My tether frays a little more at the feel of him against me, the muffled sounds he’s making.
I want him to make those around my cock.
My fingers curl against his cheek, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.
The sight of him. He’s…beautiful.
Utterly beautiful.
My other hand drags up his spine and twists around his hair—tight, unmoving.
He groans again, his hips thrusting against mine frantically. The friction, the sensation.
I let go of his mouth and shove him to his knees. He doesn’t even fight it, just falls, his hands landing on the waistband of my boxer briefs, tugging them down. I feel his knuckles drag down my thighs, my fingers winding around those blue strands of hair.
I shouldn’t.
And yet I do.
My cock appears, hard and dripping.
I pull him away, his neck arched up, his throat bobbing.
Neo moans, and I step forward, holding him stationary as I drag my precum across his mouth. My monster growls, and when his lips part, I loosen my hold on him and cup the back of his head.
Then I push my way inside, listening as he moans and gags around me.
And I don’t stop. I slide all the way down his throat, my monster gasping, my hands trembling. He swallows around me, his watering eyes meeting mine, hazy with lust.
I pull out slowly, feeling the drag of his tonsils and tongue against my hard length.
I should stop now, call it a one-off, but instead, I just bring his mouth back onto me, watching as his eyes roll back in pleasure.
“This shut you up,” I mutter, and he hums under his breath as I push down his throat again.
Fuck, the feel of him. I have to fight to keep my eyes open, but I do.
I don’t want to miss a second of this.
His nostrils flare, his mouth drooling as I hold myself there before pulling free, letting him inhale deeply before doing it all over again.
A slow, methodical fucking.
He doesn’t do anything but take it, his hands on his thighs, his lips stretched wide, his eyes fluttering open and shut.
“Look at me,” I say, my voice low. “Look atme,” I say as I thrust into him a little rougher.
His eyes are wet when they meet mine, and I see the satisfaction on his face.
“Yes, good boy.”
