“How?”
Wraith takes a slight step back, his heated gaze roaming from my face down my body, then back up again, landing on my mouth.
“Take off your clothes.”
I don’t know what it is about his tone that does it for me, but I’m gonna try not to fight it. Slowly, I unbutton my dress shirt, keeping my gaze locked on his as he leans against the back of the sofa. He watches me in silence until I’m down to my briefs.
“Those too,” he says calmly. “I want to see all of you.”
I tug the briefs down and let them fall to the floor. My dick juts out, bouncing between us, ready for action.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Wraith says, his tone reverent. “So strong. So fucking manly.”
My cheeks flush with heat. I’ve never been talked to like this before.
“Do you want me to make you feel good?” he asks. “Give you space to let it all go? It’s just you and me here, Bouche. Would you like that?”
His questions cause a spike of tension in me, but it’s quickly overridden by how badly I want him to touch me right now.
“Yes.”
“Good. That’s what I want too. Get on your knees.”
Without hesitation, I kneel in front of him, my mouth watering in anticipation. Wraith steps forward, closing the distance between us. He grips my chin and tilts my head back.
“You’ll ask me to fuck you when you’re ready, and I will. Understood?”
His accent is thicker now, his voice raspy with heat. He’s low-key dominating me and I don’t hate it. Fuck.
“Answer me.”
“Understood.”
He smiles in a way that lights me up a little. “Take my dick out.”
I make quick work of his jeans, tugging them open and down his hips to release his cock. As soon as I see it again, my own cock twitches and I clench my hole. Fuck, I want that in me. I’ve lost my fucking mind.
His glorious dick bounces in front of my lips, and my mouth fucking waters again. I open to taste him, but he moves back slightly.
“Ask me for what you want, D-Man.”
“Can I…” I pause, feeling slightly foolish, but not enough to stop. “Can I suck you?”
“You want my dick in your mouth?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Don’t let me stop you.”
I practically choke on him with the hungry way I suck him into my mouth. As soon as the weight of his cock presses against my tongue and I taste his salty, musky flavor, all my stress seems to melt away, and I can just exist in this moment.
“Fuck,” Wraith moans, his fingers twisting in my hair. “You love dick, don’t you?”
I lift my gaze to his, nodding but continue to shove his cock down my throat, digging my fingers into his skin. He snaps his hips a couple of times but then abruptly pulls back.
“Don’t want it to end too soon.” He cups my chin. “Bend over the couch. Show me your pretty hole.”
My jaw drops, but I find myself following his directions. Maybe the curiosity is too much, or maybe he’s unlocked some unknown kink in me. Bent over the couch, I should feel self-conscious, but that’s not how I feel at all. I feel sexy. And fucking turned on.
