My hand slides up to his jaw, my fingers trail along the sharp line there before I let my nails graze his skin as I drag my hand down his neck.
“I know you would. And I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that.” My hand slides down his chest, dipping over the thin fabric until I get to his belt. Swiftly, I unbuckle his black belt and pull it through his loops so quickly it cracks like a whip.
“Roxie,” his voice is little more than a whisper and his hand is clenching at his side. Probably to keep from reaching out for me. Ty so badly wants me to run the show until he knows I’m 100% comfortable.
I like that I can make him so on edge just from anticipation and want.
“Seriously, baby. If you keep going, I’m not…”
“Not going to be able to stop?” I finish his sentence for him and his eyes darken as he nods. “Good.” With that one word, Islip to my knees and use my hand to pull apart the button of his jeans, unzipping them and using the other to pull his dick out.
I groan–an embarrassingly low and fevered groan, I might add–and look up at him through my eyelashes. He looks like a fucking God as I’m on my knees. The sun coming in from the window gives me a perfect, unencumbered view of every single expression, vein, ripple, and curve of him.
And goddamn, does he curve.Just a slight bit upward like you know it’s going to hit your G-spot fuckingperfectly.
My mouth waters. Licking my palm, I hear Ty groan and my eyes go right to his. I want to watch this. I want to see the exact moment that I get my hands on him for the first time.
Will he shiver? Will he swallow a groan? Will he growl?
His eyes are dark, heavy,needyas he takes in each and every movement I make.
“Can I?” I ask huskily.
“Baby, if I ever,ever, say no to that question, you need to knock some fucking sense into me,” Ty says softly and I chuckle, my breath ghosting over his cock. Ty’s jaw clenches, his neck tensing as he looks up towards the ceiling as he groans, and I can already tell this is going to be amazing.
He’s so responsive to me. And I know I’m going to be a live wire for him.
My hand wraps around him as I pump slowly, agonizingly slowly. He’s a girthy guy, and I know it’s going to sting a little when he finally fills me, but I’m so wet right now that I don’t think it’ll sting for long.
Ty’s whole upper body collapses and he leans over me, his hand darting out to hold onto the wall behind me.
What a magnificent sight.
His arms, corded with that lean muscle, flexing as he holds onto the wall to keep himself upright… Just from my hand on his cock.
“Roxie,” his voice is wonderfully broken and thoroughly wrecked.
Now I have to know what he sounds like when my mouth is on him.
Pumping him slowly, once, twice, I feel him grow even harder under my hand. I turn my attention from his cock to his eyes and I immediately feel my wetness drip into my panties when I see him already looking at me like a man starved. Ty’s pupils are so wide that his eyes look nearly black. I don’t know what he sees when he looks down, but from the way he cups my chin gently, I know he’s trying to tell me that he’s right there with me. Lost. On the edge. Wanting. “We go at your pace, baby.”
The moment stretches between us for a beat longer than I expect, before I pull back slightly and take his cock into my mouth as far as I can without gagging.
“Oh my god,”he groans deeply in Spanish and it’s the best thing I’ve heard. Using my hands to pump the part of him my mouth can’t reach, I can feel how much Ty’s holding back. How he’s trying not to grind or thrust, he’s trying to be as still as he can be to not take too much. “Yeah, baby, just like that,” he moans the last word loudly as I swirl my tongue over his tip and hollow my cheeks out.
“Fuck me, that’s it. Just like that, you’re so good.” His free hand threads into the crown of my hair, still with ghost-like gentleness, not something I’m used to, and just anchors himself to me even more.
God, it turns me on. My head bobs back and forth, pulling the pleasure from him one suck at a time. My tongue twists and turns around him, at every movement I try to take him a little deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
“Oh my fuck,” Ty groans louder, like a man holding onto his self-control by a fucking thread. “If you keep this up, baby, I’m going to come.”
I pull back, sucking him like a damn popsicle, and release him with an audible, eroticpop. Smirking, I look up at him, still pumping him and using the wetness from my mouth and the pre-cum forming at the tip as lube.
“I want that. I want to taste it,” I confess softly. And I’m damn near rewarded for it when his grip tightens in my hair.
“Are you sure?” His voice is a dark whisper, but laced with an edge that tells mehe really wants that.
“So sure.” I don’t wait for him to say okay, I dive back down onto his cock and suck like I’m trying to pull his pleasure straight from the source. I move his hand from the top of my head, to the back, giving him permission to help me go deeper.
