I want to suck his.
My fingers slide in and out of his mouth, his lips wet and pink. His pupils are dilated, his cheeks red. I can hear those slurping sounds mixed with the cry of his moans.
I want him to be louder.
More.
I want more.
My hand that’s on his chest drags down his stomach, feeling him tremble. I wrap a hand around his cock and stroke. His groans vibrate up my knuckles and into my wrist, making my pulse flutter.
I stroke harder, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.
I do this for long, drawn-out minutes, savoring it, watching him suck, watching him writhe, watching my hand move up and down his dick until I finally pull my fingers from his mouth and sink to my knees.
His eyes pop open, and he leans up, watching me.
Adjusting my glasses, I stare at it. Red, angry, willing. I inhale and lean forward, licking a stripe right up the base of his cock.
He gasps, and his fingers clutch the sheets around him.
I do it again, my monster loving the sounds he’s making. Surprise and lust.
Shock and desire.
My tongue swirls around his tip, and it laps up some of the precum lingering there. I taste it, sitting with it a moment before realizing that I don’t mind it.
I like it.
My mouth closes over his drooling cockhead, and Neo nearly screams in delight. His hands move to my head, but I pull them away, grasping them tightly and holding them to the bed.
His neck cranes up as I hold him in my mouth, his eyes wide as he watches me.
I don’t look away when I take him into my mouth another inch. He falls backward, a loud and low moan escaping his throat.
“Fucking hell, Wylder,” he groans. “You look so hot. My dick in your mouth. Those fucking glasses. Jesus! I’m not going to last.”
I let my tongue drag along the underside of him as I take more of him into me, inch by inch. He’s not as big as me, but he’s the perfect size. He bumps the back of my throat, and I swallow, making Neo pop back up and stare at me.
“Do you not fucking gag either? What the fuck!” He falls back, struggling against my hold on his wrists. His entire body is vibrating as my nose meets his groin. He lets out a slew of expletives, and I grin around him slightly.
Seems I’m very good at this.
I quite like it.
“Of course you’re good at this. You motherfucker! Move!”
I hold still longer, making his moans grow desperate, his hips shifting up to try and find friction. It’s only when he goes completely limp that I move.
He curses again as I start to bob my head, hollowing my cheeks, taking him nice and slow. And hard.
“Faster,” he grinds out, lifting his head again but unable to hold it there. He lacks the stamina; always just small bursts of energy before collapsing back. He falls onto the bed and lets out a moan of desperation. “God, you’re going slower.”
I am. I’m savoring it. My monster is too, making him beg, making him cry.
We saw that sheen in his eyes, the way he was drooling for it.
I drag my teeth along his dick, and he hisses. And when I suck on his tip, he mewls.
