“You’re beautiful,” I hummed as my thumb grazed his pulse point.
“Not really.”
I squeezed tighter on his throat, not liking how he insulted himself. “I said, you’re beautiful.”
“Okay,” he moaned as his pants tumbled to the ground, and I cupped his growing erection.
“Just keep your eyes on the waves.” I hooked a finger into the waistband of his briefs. When they didn’t immediately fall, I quickly pulled them to the floor and resumed my stance. Hand on throat, other hand on dick.
“I want to touch you too.” His fingers dug into my thigh, desperately trying to claw off my clothes.
I chuckled darkly. “I have you trapped, you’ll just have to surrender.”
His sigh was full of longing, as if he’d never been worshiped a day in his life. If I had it my way, every day would be about him and only him.
Leisurely, I begun stroking his cock, loving the weight of it in my palm and how it grew harder with each tug.
“Julian, please…”
What he was begging for, I’d bet he didn’t even know. “You going to come for me like this, Wynn? Shatter in my arms, paint the window?”
“Fuck,” he whimpered.
Was he reacting to the visual I’d laid out for him or my touch? Both, perhaps. While I was going to fuck him tonight, I very much wanted to watch him fall apart for me.
“You’re close.” I licked the shell of his ear, and he shivered.
“I want you, Julian, I want…”
I squeezed harder on his throat and cock. “What do you want me to do to you, Wynn?”
“I…” He arched forward, stunning in his need. “I want you to fuck me.”
I grazed my teeth along the feverish skin of his shoulder and pressed my clothed cock against his ass. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Wynn. This won’t be the only time you come tonight.”
He gripped my thighs harder, and I smiled against his neck as his orgasm took over him and come covered the window.
When he was spent, his entire body went lax, so I scooped him up in a bridal carry and immediately hauled him to my bedroom and into the en suite. I sat him on the closed toilet and started a bath for him.
I glanced at him as I dripped some bath oils into the water. He was beautifully pink in the cheeks and chest. His neck had no bruising as I hadn’t wanted to hurt him, had only wanted to feel that vulnerability.
Once the bath was filled, I lifted him up, earning a squeak, and gently placed him in the tub. My sleeves were drenched as I pulled away, so I divested myself of my shirt.
“Are you coming in?”
I hadn’t planned on it since I’d figured he’d wanted time to decompress, or honestly I didn’t know.
“Did you want me to?” He nodded. “Then I will.”
Without finesse, I stripped myself of my clothes and was about to step into the water when Wynn rose to his knees in front of me, his face in line with my cock.
“Before you hop in, I want to do something.”
I smirked as Wynn flicked his tongue over the tip. “And what would that be?”
“It’s only fair I get to taste you too. Last time I didn’t, and now you’ve made me come twice and well, I want to see you…what did you call it? Oh yes, shatter for me.”
He slowly swallowed my cock; his lips stretched gorgeously around it. I wanted to press my hand against his throat to feel it there, but he was too low. I settled on running my fingers through his hair.
