Easing back, I trailed my fingers down his armpits to his sides. He sucked in a breath, then released a breathless giggle.
I knew my smile was wicked. “Oh, we could have some serious fun with that.”
He sobered. “Tickle me, and I’ll mule kick you.”
“Not if your legs are bound.” I laughed at his scowl, then bent and flicked my tongue over one pink nipple. “I won’t do it if you don’t like it, baby. Tickle kink isn’t for everyone.”
“Yeah”—his breath caught as I moved my mouth to his other nipple and sucked the flat bud into my mouth—“I think I’m firmly in camp No Tickle.”
“Fair enough.” I pressed my nose into the hollow of his armpit. He jerked, then moaned as I licked a long stripe over his damp skin. His scent was stronger here, the blend of salt, sugar, andmineflooding my nose. A growl rumbled my chest as I bit and sucked at the tender skin until he was gasping beneath me.
“Fuck,” he said weakly. The headboard protested as he tugged at his wrists. “What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want,” I said, nipping at the curve of his bicep. My cock brushed his stomach, every rasp of his skin fresh, beautiful torture. “I’m going to learn every inch of you, baby, and you’re going to let me do it.” I licked another broad swath down his pit, then sucked hard.
He cried out, bucking his hips. “Yeah,” he panted. “Yes, sir. Whatever you want.”
Blood pumped to my dick. His taste filled my mouth. I kept sucking, his cries driving my lust higher, before I released his flesh with apop. Sitting back, I ran my fingertips over the angry red mark I’d left in his armpit.
“What do you say if you don’t want what I want?” I asked.
He made a face. “Brownie. Jesus.”
My lips twitched. “I only need the first one.”
I eased down his body, sucking more marks into his skin. He gasped and twisted as I left a trail of purple blotches on his neck and chest. His arms and stomach. His other pit and the sensitive skin between his ribs. I bit around his nipples before making my way down his stomach to his legs. I sucked hard, right where his thigh met his groin, using my teeth until he cursed and yanked at the headboard. I avoided his dick, licking and sucking around it. Straying close but never touching his shaft. By the time I sat back, he was marked and flushed all over, his skin blotchy with evidence of my mouth.
Mine.He was a map of my possession. But I wasn’t done.
I moved back up his body, swinging one knee over his chest until I straddled his shoulders. His eyes went wide as I shifted forward and gripped the headboard. My cock bobbed above his forehead. My sack brushed his chin.
He stared up at me, the yearning in his wide, blue eyes enough to undo me.
“Open your mouth,” I said.
He obeyed instantly, and I suppressed a moan.
I shifted forward until my balls rested on his lips. “Suck them. Take your time.”
A full-body shudder moved through him. He stuck out his tongue and licked a long, warm stripe up the seam of my sack.
I tightened my grip on the headboard until my knuckles ached.
“Both of them,” I said. “Don’t just lick. Suck.”
He opened wider and drew me in, taking the full weight of my sack onto his tongue. The hot, wet cavern of his mouth closed around me, and I cursed under my breath as desire gripped me in a tight fist. He worked me slowly, rolling his tongue in long, thorough strokes. Then he sucked, breathing heavily through his nose as he gave me careful pulses. His eyes fluttered shut, and he moaned softly, hollowing his cheeks.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
He opened his eyes, and the sight of him under me, his face flushed and his mouth stuffed with my sack, was like a can of gasoline flung into a raging fire.
“Good boy,” I rasped, rocking my hips. “Keep sucking. Just like that.” I wrapped a hand around my cock. Grinding on his face, I dragged the tip slowly across his forehead, his brow bone, the bridge of his nose. Marking him a different way. “You can’t do a damn thing unless I allow it. You know that? If I want you to suck my balls for the next hour, that’s what you’re going to do.”
He moaned around me, his eyes going glassy. His fingers curled above the silk.
“That’s right, pup.” I slapped my dick lightly against his forehead. “You stay where I put you.”
He hummed his assent, the vibration traveling up my balls and into my spine. It kept going, flooding my chest and dragging a low moan from my throat.
