“Eyes on me,” I commanded, voice a growl. “I want to watch you take it.”
He looked up, and the eye contact was electric—challenge and surrender, lust and worship all tangled together. I slid deeper, feeling the resistance at the back of his throat, the faint tremble in his neck as he fought the urge to pull back. I paused there, letting him breathe, letting him prove himself.
And then I started to move.
I slid deeper, I felt him relax, felt the pride surge as he took me farther, swallowed more, didn’t break eye contact for even a second.
“You’re incredible,” I whispered, voice rough with awe. “So fucking good. Take more. I know you can.”
He made a sound around me—hungry, desperate, and then I saw it in his eyes: that stubborn flicker of pride, the need to impress, to be pushed, to win even as he surrendered.
So I gave it to him.
My hips began to move faster, thrusts gaining force, feeding him my cock over and over until I was fucking his mouth.The obscene sound of slick, choking wetness filled the room, punctuated by Cal’s muffled moans and the slap of my hips against his face.
He gagged once, twice, then forced himself to breathe through his nose, relaxing his throat, opening up for me. I watched every second—every shimmer of tears, every shudder, every time he pushed back against my grip to take me deeper.
I didn’t let up. I drove in deeper, harder, forcing my cock all the way down his throat, holding him there until he struggled for breath, until his throat flexed around me and his eyes went wide. I watched the tears spill over, watched his jaw strain, but he didn’t back down—didn’t fight, didn’t break. He swallowed around me, and the sensation sent a shock of pleasure straight up my spine.
I began to skull fuck him in earnest. His nose pressed to my pelvis, lips stretched wide, throat bulging with the shape of me. He choked, coughed, but I held him steady, gentling only when I saw the wildness in his eyes turn to danger, then easing off just enough for him to breathe before plunging back in.
I felt the tension coiling tight, the edge of climax hovering, but I forced myself to hold back, to draw out every savage second. I wanted him to know, down to his bones, just how much I needed him. Just how completely he’d undone me.
When I finally pulled out, his lips were swollen, his chest heaving, but there was nothing but victory in his gaze. He’d taken it all, and he’d survived.
I reached for his face, cupping his jaw in both hands, tilting him up for a kiss. He didn’t hesitate; he opened for me, tongue greedy, teeth scraping at my lower lip, as if he wanted to claim back every inch of control he’d surrendered.
I took away the restraints carefully. The moment I helped him up, he wrapped his arms and legs around me, clinging tight, cock hard and leaking between us, body alive and buzzing withadrenaline and victory. He buried his face in my neck, biting down just hard enough to hurt, and I staggered back a step, laughing low and wild, arms locked under his thighs.
“Hold on,” I muttered, kissing the side of his head, my hands splaying over the curve of his ass to anchor him in place. He clung tighter, legs cinched around my waist, breath ragged against my skin. I carried him down the hallway, pace unhurried—letting him feel my strength, letting him know I’d never drop him, never let him fall.
We crashed through the bedroom door together. I turned and pressed him against the wall first, grinding our bodies together, swallowing his gasp in another bruising kiss. He fought for dominance with teeth and tongue, but I didn’t let him win—wouldn’t let him—not tonight. Instead, I pulled back, grinned at the way he swore at me, then tossed him bodily onto the bed.
He bounced once, sprawled out, hair wild, cock straining against the last scrap of black fabric. I followed, barely giving him a chance to breathe, hands fisting in the waistband of his underwear.
He arched up, daring me. “What, going gentle on me now?”
“Not a fucking chance.” My voice was rough, all gravel and want. I hooked my fingers into the fabric and tore them in one swift motion, splitting them down the seam, baring him completely. His cock slapped up against his stomach, thick and flushed, precome slicking his abs. I stared for a heartbeat—worshipping, wanting—then dropped to my knees at the edge of the bed.
He tried to reach for me, but I caught his wrists and pinned them over his head, holding him down as I bent to taste him. My tongue traced the vein up the underside of his cock, slow and reverent, licking up the slick as if it was the only thing I’d ever want. He gasped, hips jerking, legs spread wide, inviting me in.
I mouthed at his length, kissing and licking, taking my time, savouring the salt and heat and the wild, living tension thrumming through him. Every sound he made spurred me on. I took him deeper, lips stretching around the girth, swallowing him down inch by inch until I felt the head of his cock bump the back of my throat.
“Fuck—Dom, wait, I’m—” His words broke on a gasp as I swallowed again, nose pressed to his belly, the scent of him flooding my senses. I didn’t let up. I wanted him undone, wanted him ruined for anyone else, wanted to give him everything he’d given me and more.
I bobbed my head, building a rhythm, my tongue working in counterpoint to the suction, one hand stroking what I couldn’t fit, the other bracing his hip when he started to lose control. I wanted him to know that he could let go, that I could take everything, no matter how hard, how fast, how messy.
He was close, I could feel it—his thighs tensing around my head, his hands fisting in the sheets, his breath coming in ragged bursts. I reached up, dragging my nails down his abs, then cupping his balls, rolling them gently as I sucked him even deeper.
But just as his body started that last wild rush toward release, I pulled back. I let his cock slip from my mouth with a wet pop, leaving him flushed and desperate, trembling on the edge. His hips bucked up, chasing friction, but I pressed my palm to his belly and held him still.
“Not yet,” I said, voice dark with promise and warning. “You don’t come until I say. You want to be ruined for me, Cal? You’re going to learn how to wait.”
He groaned—frustrated, desperate, every muscle in his body trembling with denial and need. “Dom, please?—”
I cut him off, then manhandled him, flipping him easily onto his side, then rolling with him until we were tangled together—me behind him, my chest pressed to his back, my cock throbbing against the curve of his ass. I reached between his legs and gave his balls a slow, possessive squeeze, then leaned in, licking a stripe up the side of his neck.
“On your back,” I ordered. He obeyed instantly, breath ragged, legs falling open, cock flushed and leaking onto his stomach. I crawled over him, straddling his chest, then shifted until my cock hovered just above his face. At the same time, I slid down so my mouth aligned with his ass, his thighs hooked over my broad shoulders.
