I swallowed. The sound louder than it should be.
Still, Vincent didn’t move. He lay there, like he was fast asleep or simply sunbathing.
With a glance at his face, I then wrapped my hand around his cock. It jerked against my palm, but otherwise, he didn’t move. He just lay there breathing, letting me explore just like he told me.
His cock was warm and soft, still only partly up. But as I touched, as I let my hand move up and down in a light grasp, it grew a bit more. It hardened, growing taller. The head stuck up from my fist like a mushroom waiting to be sucked dry.
So, that’s exactly what I did.
I bent over, placing my lips at the tip. I wrapped them around the top gently and sucked once before letting the tip of my tongue swirl around.
Shifting, my pelvis pressed against one of Vicent’s legs, seeking the friction that I was given. The cage stopped his skin from touching me where I wanted it the most.
Ignoring my pleasure, something I could do even though I didn’t want to, I slowly fit more of him into my mouth.
Inch by slow inch.
I molded my tongue around him, letting his cock slide in further and further until he hit the back of my throat.
And even then, I pushed it to my limits, letting him cut my air off.
I swallowed around him, and again and again and again as my body went into that zone where I briefly wondered if I would die on a cock.
I wouldn’t mind dyeing on this cock,I thought. But as quick as that thought popped up, I pulled off of Vincent, breathing hard as my lungs cried out in relief.
I then, because apparently I was stupid or at least messed up enough, I wondered what I’d be like to have his hands around my neck as he fucked me. As he teased me. As he blew my brain.
“I don’t want to cum until I’m inside you, Charlie. Either I cum with my own hand, as you watch me, or you prep yourself for me.” Vincent’s voice was rough with need, with desire that I had given him.
That was slightly unfair, since all the thoughts that ran through my mind were anything but that.
I wanted this Alpha totakefrom me. I wanted him tohaveme. Rough and full of need. Not sweet, not emotional. Just plain full-on desire.
“Your first time with be on your terms, Charlie. I will not force myself on you. Iwill notbe rough. I will be the one you remember for the rest of your life.”
Tears clouded my eyes for the sweetest words ever spoken to me. It tore me in half when my body craved one thing, but desperately wanted the other.
“Please.” A whispered plea. To tell me what to do. To force me to either watch or take action.
I shifted my hips as I sat back, both hands on Vincent. I could feel his heartbeat through his skin. His cheeks were flushed, cock still hard, standing tall for attention.
Instead of telling me what to do, Vincent moved a hand to his cock. He slowly wrapped his palm around it, hiding it from view. Just as achingly slow, he moved his hand up, then down, teasing me. Teasing himself.
I whimpered, hips shifting forward, seeking his warmth. Then, my noise turned more into a whine as I quickly found out that I couldn’t get hard.
At all.
My cock filled the little bit of space, pressure keeping me bent at a weird angle that gave no way to find relief.
Vincent breathed in deep, letting a low grumble fill his chest as he continued playing with himself. He wasn’t in a rush, letting the moment last for an eternity.
“Sir?” I gulped, eyes wide, as precum slipped from the tip.
I wanted to bend over and lick it up. I wanted to take him back down my throat until he came and let me have everything he had in him.
“You know the choices.”
I whimpered, hating the fact I knew exactly what I wanted but was afraid to make the move to take it.
