The kiss seems to last forever before he pulls away, leaving me craving more. But not for a kiss. It was amazing, nice and hot, but I want something else.
My eyes drift to his crotch, my mind catching up with what my body desires. Slipping off the couch, I drop to the floor, moving between his legs as I begin to fumble with his pants.
I keep shifting my eyes on Jefferson, his glazed over ones gazing back at me.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
Is he rethinking? Does he not want to go further than the kisses we shared? Did I totally misread all the signals he's giving out?
“You don’t have to,” he says, voice low, a little uncertain. “I just don’t want you to do anything you feel obligated to.”
How does he already know me so fucking well?
That's all I needed. To know he wants this as much as I do. I unbutton his pants, taking hold of the tiny piece of metal, freeing his cock. Tiny beads of precum leaking from the tip.
I lick my lips, opening my mouth wide, ready to taste him.
Chapter 17
Jefferson
Bradleylickshislips,his gaze shifting from my dick to my face. He’s a fucking vision on his knees before me. It's not just that. It’s as if he is meant to be there. Like he belongs there, kneeling before me, pleasuring me.
He glances up at me with hooded eyes. Ones full of hunger, and I was ready to satiate that craving. When he bites down on his bottom lip, I can’t help but groan. Bradley sticks out his tongue, flattening as he leans forward and licks the juices from the tip of my cock.
God!It feels so good. It’s been so long since I’ve had someone’s mouth on me. Since Malcolm.
I have to shake the thought of him from my mind otherwise I’ll spiral. He made his choice, and now here I am with someone who offers me everything Malcolm couldn’t. It doesn’t matter that earlier, at the charity event, I paid for his time. This, between us now, is by his choice.
Bradley gives me what I can’t get from Malcolm—an open commitment. Not one where we can see whoever we want, but one where I don’t have to hide.
Another swipe of his tongue passes over my sensitive tip and my body shudders. I need to focus on the here and now. On Bradley. He’s more than I ever imagined I’d get when this night started, and I’m happy about that.
“You like that?” he all but purrs.
“Like isn’t the word I’d use,” I growl back at him.
My breath catches as he slides his hands along the outside of my thighs. He doesn’t hurry. No, he’s slow and tantalizing. Each touch sends electricity coursing through me, setting my body on fire. My hands grip the cushions as Bradley looks up at me from beneath his thick lashes. His gaze alone has heat blooming in my chest.
He smiles at me, his dimples winking back at me as he raises up slightly. His mouth brushes against the skin just below my belly button as he peppers featherlight kisses along it. Not rushed. Not greedy. It’s as if he’s savoring the moment, teasing me, bringing me closer to the edge of coming, and all he’s done is touch my cock and lick the tip. My hips twitch at the touch, and I swallow hard.
He chuckles under his breath, taking enjoyment in his seduction. Bradley grips my shaft, wrapping his hand around it as he opens his mouth wide. He gives me one final wink before sliding my length into his mouth. He takes it in, little by little, stopping only to relax his throat before continuing. When he’s done, his lips are flush with the base of my shaft. It’s more than I can handle and I close my eyes, letting my head fall back on the couch as he bobs on my cock.
I lift my hand, burying it in his hair, not to guide him, but to build the connection between us, tethering us together. His mouth is warm, egging my sensitive skin closer to a climax. Almost as if he’s worshipping me. My hips begin to buck of their own accord, thrusting my cock deeper into his mouth.
His hands drift to my hips, holding me still as he takes charge of the moment. The contrast of his control and my surrender has me dizzy. This isn’t me. I’m the one always holding the reins. On top, for better words. But Bradley, somehow while being in a submissive position, is totally the leading man in charge.
This, being vulnerable, it’s new. Exhilarating. And I’m not hating it.
Bradley quickens his rhythm, slow then fast. He’s a fucking musician at giving a blow job. A low groan from deep within my chest slips past my parted lips. I can feel it building, and no matter how many naked grandma images I try to imagine, I can’t stall my release. An explosion hits me, and my cock twitches as I shoot ropes of hot cum down his throat. He doesn’t pull away, but instead swallows me down like I’m the glass of wine and he’s fucking parched.
I look down again; Bradley’s eyes are on me, watching. His mouth curves in a small, knowing smile as his tongue snakes out, lapping up some cum dripping from his mouth.
Speechless. I’m utterly speechless.
He already knew what he was doing to me, and he was taking great satisfaction in it. We stay like that. Me gazing down on him as he stays locked on me, his hands resting on my thighs as he gleams smugly at me.
But the fun isn’t over. While I may be older, my sex drive is unmatched. I can go from zero to hundred in a matter of seconds. My turn around time from orgasm to being ready to go again is above par. And I’m about to show Bradley that little fact first hand.
