I meet his gaze, his minty breath ghosting across my skin.
We take a deep breath in together, then exhale.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
“Please,” is the only word I can make fall from my lips. I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but really, I do, don’t I?
Colton answers my unasked question, sealing his lips to mine, letting me taste him for the first time in months. He kisses with hunger and dominance, pushing his tongue into my mouth, demanding what I would freely give him. He pulls me closer, his grip on me tightening, the rest of the world, hell, the whole damn universe slipping away as I lose myself in my Sir. His mouth slides down my neck, his teeth biting into my throat, making me hiss. My dick is throbbing, hard as stone from just one kiss, as he runs his tongue down my skin, tasting, savoring.
“I want to suck you,” I say. “Please, Sir. Let me suck you.”
“James…we shouldn’t. This isn’t—”
“Please, Sir. I need it so bad.”
“Fuck,” he grits out, his voice gravelly and harsh. “Get on your knees.”
I’ll regret this later, I’m sure. It will be something else I beat myself up over, that plagues my mind and makes me worry, but right now, I can’t find it in myself to care. I just want to feel good, and he gives me that.
I collapse onto my knees, looking up at him, not moving or touching him because he hasn’t said I can yet.
“Look at you, waiting for instruction. You’re such a good fucking boy, so eager to obey. You would sit there for hours if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answer honestly. I’m here, in this headspace where real life doesn’t matter as much.
“But I wouldn’t do that to you, not here. Maybe one day you can come to my house and stay on your knees all day for me, sucking me off when I want, nuzzling in, living right there between my legs. Would you like that?”
“You know I would.” My heart thumps against my chest.
“Pull my pants down but leave my underwear on.”
I say a silent thank-you that my fingers obey and work more efficiently than when I tried to open the door not long ago, and seconds later his jeans are at his feet, my hands on his hips as I look up at him, waiting for my next instruction.
“Suck me through my underwear, nuzzle your face in there. I want to watch you in class and know my scent is all over your skin.”
My dick twitches in a way I never would have expected before Colton because damn, do I want that too. I press my face into his groin, breathe in the musky, heady scent of him, get drunk off it as I open my mouth and suck on his balls through the fabric. It’s killing me not to be able to taste him,but at least I can smell him, can feel him, the heat radiating off him and the heaviness of his balls, his hot, hard length against my cheek when I rub my face against him. Wetness seeps through the fabric of his dark-blue boxer briefs, both from my mouth and his precum, as I lick and suck him, wishing I could devour him.
“That’s it. I want you to smell like me. I want to come on your face and rub it in your skin, want to mark my little dreamer as mine, my sexy little sub boy.”
“Yes, Sir. I want that too.”
Colton presses his hand against my forehead, easing me away, tilting my head up so I’m looking at him. “Can I spit in your mouth?” he asks, making my heart stutter, then speed up.
He’s spit on my hole, but never in my mouth. I never thought of that being something I’d want, and honestly, I don’t think I would with just anyone, but the only word running circles in my head right now isyes.Yes, yes, yes.
I open my mouth.
“Not good enough,” he tells me. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Sir. Please spit in my mouth.”
“Good boy.” He brushes his thumb against my cheek. When I open my mouth this time, he bends down so he’s closer to me, letting spit fall from his lips and between mine. “Swallow,” he says, and I do. I swallow his fucking spit, which feels so incredibly dirty, and I love every second of it.
