Dax threads his fingers through my hair, moaning. “Fuck.”
I should be generous, but something wicked in me is in control of my movements. I don’t know if it’s this chemistry between us or knowing how experienced he is, but I feel like I have something to prove tonight. There’s also a villainous part of me that enjoys the thought of torturing his body, putting him through it so I’ll be branded on his memory for the rest of his fucking life. A stain that’ll always be on him, an experience no shower will ever be able to rinse off.
With another sweep of my tongue, I slide up his shaft, and when I get to the head, I taste the salt of the precum that’salready there, let it linger on my tongue… Of course he would taste this good. Of course it would leave me wanting more. I suck at the head while cupping his balls, toying with them, and the way his cock hops up assures me he likes that. Starting to wonder what the hell this guy doesn’t like.
I’m tempted to take him into my mouth, but I have one thing I need to be sure of first. “Don’t come until I tell you to.” It doesn’t just come out as an instruction, but a warning, as though I intend to punish him if he does. Maybe I will.
He peeks at me, and I’m waiting for him to make some smart-ass comment, but instead he says, “I won’t.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
His response satisfies me. I love him surrendering to what I want nearly as much as I enjoy leaving him on edge, controlling his experience.
As I slide him into my mouth, I unfasten my belt, undo my fly, giving myself some relief from how tight it’s been as my clothes restrained my crotch. While I’m taking him deeper, I grab a condom from my back pocket, setting it on the desk before dragging my jeans and boxers down far enough that I can jerk myself some while his cock swells in my mouth.
His body shifts as he leans back. “Holy hell, Miles.”
His encouragement has me pumping with my head, and he subtly rocks his hips as I lose it, shifting up and down quickly, totally enjoying the way he feels against the insides of my cheeks, against my tongue, throbbing before I get another burst of precum.
I’m so fucking proud of it. Iearnedit.
“Fuck, you’re getting me way too close.”
I’m going right to the fucking edge, which is dangerous, but hell, even if the guy comes, I doubt he’d complain about a round two.
“Miles…” he says, his tone a warning, and I force myself to still. He groans. “Ah, I’m right there…like if you move, I swear I’m gonna…”
It’s just another challenge as he tightens his grip on my hair, as though he’s having to will himself to maintain control when all his body wants is release. But he knows I’m not ready for that, not just yet, and clearly, neither is he.
I wait until the tension in his cock eases up, his grip loosening, and I pull off, a thread of precum between my mouth and the head of his dick. I’m too greedy to miss any of it, licking the head and then my lips, then gazing at Dax, who’s got a death grip on the side of the desk.
“You were really pushing your luck there.” His expression is panicked, as though he was doing everything in his power to keep from blowing his load too soon. Which is so damn satisfying.
“I knew you’d be good. I told you not to come yet, right?”
There’s that desire in his eyes, that fun flare of excitement that hits me right in the chest, a burst that radiates through me, filling my cock as I roll on the condom. With my free hand, I grope at his ass.
“You’re so tight. I can just imagine what it’s gonna feel like when my hips are clapping against that.” I give it another slap just to give me an idea, and it makes me swell even more. I run my thumb from the cheek along the crease and lick my lips.
“What are you thinking?” Dax asks.
“I have some lube, or…” His eyes widen, like he already knows where I’m going with this. “Or…I feel like you might prefer spit so you can really feel me forcing you open.”
Did he just blush? Fuck, did I really make Dax Armstrong blush?
“The second option.”
I lean down, collecting as much saliva as I can manage, pushing his cheeks apart before getting a big wet one right in him. I give another, then spit in my palm and rub it over the condom, which has a little lube already. Just the right amount, I figure, as I push the head against his hole.
Sensation radiates in my pelvis, climbing. It’s like what his touch does to me, like I just needed to get inside this ass to relax.
There’s a bit of effort to get the head in, but the way Dax is rolling his head back, gasping, it’s nothing he can’t handle. And he takes me like the sex god he is.
Despite my desire to be drilling the fuck out of him, I take my time, opening him up steadily, paying close attention to his every move because as much as I want him to feel it, I don’t want to hurt the guy. At least, not any more than he’d enjoy. And as much as I may have wanted to pummel him in the past, tonight I only want to give him pleasure. And maybe torture him by refusing to let him come until I tell him it’s okay. Yes, I definitely want to do that.
While he’s gradually allowing me inside, I drink in his body, thinking of how I’ve assessed every inch of it in class, how I’ve obsessed over these thighs, the ridges in his abs, the lean muscle in his pecs. Taking it all in makes me swell in him, and he gasps, making me halt in place. “Too much?”
