“… figure out the best way to make you squirm…”
Another kiss, deeper this time as my tongue flicked against his.
“… going to make you beg to come…”
I traced his lower lip with my tongue, eliciting a deep moan from him that rumbled in his chest.
“… and I’m going to only use my mouth to do so.”
“What?” Harley practically squeaked out, and I smirked.Yeah, I was going to have fun corrupting him.
Instead of replying, I worked my way down his body, taking my time with every inch of him. I alternated between soft kisses and bruising bites as I tested his limits. I drank up every moan, every sigh, and every whimper that slipped out of him. Each sound was raw and real, making my balls tighten with excitement. I teased his nipples with my tongue and my teeth, and his back damn near arched off the bed as he drew in a sharp inhale.
Precum leaked off the tip of his dick in glistening beads while his fingers wrung into the sheet and his head tipped back. I swept my tongue over the droplets and savored the taste of him as it coated my tongue like a drug that made my mouth water.Fuck, I could get used to that.
“You know the perks of long hair?” I began as I slowly kissed along the curve of his hip. “It gives you something to hold onto, princess, when I make you come.”
“What?” Harley asked. I grinned. His innocence was actually adorable, though not entirely believable. The flush creeping along his chest betrayed how close he was to begging for what he wanted.
“Have you ever watched porn, princess?” I asked before sinking my teeth into his thigh. The hiss he let out shot straight to my balls, my cock jerking against the mattress.
“Um…”
“Answer the question,” I ordered, more curious than anything else.
“I tried… once,” he muttered. “And it… did nothing for me, so I turned it off.”
Huh, so he really was that innocent.But we’d come back to all of that later on. As a reward, I ran the flat of my tongue over his thick length, drawing out a loud moan from him.
“Hand in my hair, princess,” I said as I caught his gaze. I stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to do as I told him. His fingers were gentle as they brushed strands of hair away from my forehead in a gesture that was almost too sweet for what I was about to do to him. When his fist tightened in my hair, I said, “That’s my good boy.”
His hips flexed in response, his dick twitching as fresh precum welled on the slit.
“Do you like being my good boy, princess?” I asked as I placed teasing kisses up his shaft, my lips brushing against his heated skin.Silence.
I glanced up to see the way he chewed on his lower lip, cheeks flushed and gaze on the ceiling—all telltale signs of him being embarrassed. His chest heaved with pants that carried the wet edge of whimpers.Well, that just wouldn’t do.
“Eyes on me, Harley,” I continued. “You’re going to be my pillow princess tonight, and you’re going to watch me make you come like the good boy I know you are. Understood?”
“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.
“Good boy.” I swirled my tongue around the crown of his cock once. I lapped at his slit with a firm press, the flavor of his precum salty on my tongue. A grin turned the corners of my lips at the slight way he tried to push my head down further. A part of me wanted to resist—to make him wait for it, to draw out the ache building inside of him—but truthfully, I didn’t have the patience. Not tonight anyway. Not with my own cock throbbing painfully and leaking a wet spot on the sheets.
Tonight, I wanted to drink his cum while he chanted my name like a fucking prayer.
Taking him in my mouth, I slid down his length at a torturous pace just to find out what he’d do, his thick girth stretching my lips. His fingers held on tight enough to hurt, and the painful sensation had my dick jerking with anticipation. As he tried to thrust, I pinned him down as I stopped, one hand firm on his hip while the other braced on his thigh.
“Good boys don’t try to take what they’re not given,” I chastised, holding his gaze hard to drive my point home. The scarlet flush burning his cheeks and his quick breaths made me smirk.I liked him like this.Wrecked and obedient looked good on him.
I started slow, my head shallowly bobbing up and down his dick, my lips sealed tight, and my tongue pressing flat along the underside with every pass. I swirled my tongue over his crown with each pass, the taste of his precum growing thicker and more addictive. I listened as he grew louder, each moan filling the room. Heat coiled through my core as my cock strained, untouched and desperate. The sight of Harley completely unrestrained in the throes of his own pleasure did more for me than anyone had in years.
He was a pliable mess in my hands—riling up easily, his body slick with sweat and flushed pink. Unintelligible sounds fell off his lips with short pants. Both fists anchored in my hair as his hips fought hard against my hold. He was right there and ready to break for me, balls drawing up tight and cock swelling thicker on my tongue. I popped off of him long enough to wet my thumb.
Using my own spit as lube, I swirled the pad of my thumb over that tight ring of muscles to test his readiness—or his resistance. Almost immediately, his body tensed under me as his hole clenched under my touch. I didn’t stop, but I did carefully track his reaction in case I had to.
His tension melted as he relaxed for me, that ring of muscles softening in a silent invitation.
“Good boy,” I rasped, pulling off of him with a wet pop. Strings of saliva and precum stretched off my lips and connected me to his crown. My gaze locked onto his, taking in how fucking gorgeous he was as I slowly unraveled him. Harley was always attractive, but like this? He was goddamn addictive, his gaze burning with something only I could give him. I’d keep this version of him burned in my mind for life.
