His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he stares down at me, and he drops a hand from my hair to brace himself on the door behind him.
Gripping the base of his cock with one hand, I open my mouth and let the head rest on my tongue. He moans when I start stroking him slowly, his head rubbing against my tongue with each up and down of my hand.
“Oh God,” he rasps, not breaking eye contact.
I sink down on his cock again, moving my hand so I can take him to the back of my throat.
“Oh.” His nails scrape the door as his hips twitch. “Oh, oh, oh.”
He tightens his grip on my hair, making my scalp sting with the force. “Ah, I’m close.”
I pull off his cock, leaving it twitching between us, slick with my spit and visibly pulsing.
“What?” He whines, letting his head fall back against the door again. “Why did you stop? I said I was close. Notstop.”
I grin, then trail my finger along the underside of his cock. “I know you did.”
Glancing down at me, he lets out a half-growl, half-laugh. “You’re such a fucking tease.”
I cup his balls in my hand, rolling them gently between my fingers. “I’m not a tease, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you come. Don’t worry.”
“I wasn’t worried until you stopped—”
His voice cuts off again as I lap at the head of his cock. His entire body is tight, his muscles poised and ready to go. God, he’s fucking exquisite, and for right now at least, he’s all mine.
“Please,” he all but begs. I’ve never heard him like this, and it’s doing unreal things to me. Fuck, I want to undo him. I want to ruin him for anyone but me. I want to show him pleasure like he’s never felt before. “Please.”
I close my lips around the head of his cock and slowly swallow him down again. I bob my head just as slowly, fighting my gag reflex as he hits the back of my throat over and over.
He’s gasping now. Each time I take him deep, it gets more and more ragged, and the sound is music to my ears.
He’s close. I can feel it in the way he’s trembling. In the way he’s talking, babbling, really, but I can’t make out any coherent words. Tiny, breathy noises are spilling from his lips, his brows drawn together like he’s in pain.
“Gonna come,” he chokes out, and I pull off, leaving him twitching in the air again.
“Oh my fuckingGod.Why do you keep stopping?” He doesn’t sound upset, just ready to come. Maybe a little frustrated with being denied.
Stroking him slowly, I kiss the tip of his cock. “You’ll feel so good when you finally come, gorgeous.”
“I feel goodnow.” A shiver wracks his body when I drag my thumb over his slit, rubbing his pre-cum around his head. “God, please let me come.”
“One more,” I whisper. “Can I get you close one more time?”
Theo whimpers. It’s a broken, desperate sound that shoots right to my cock.
“Fuck. Okay. Fine. But I wanna see you. Stroke yourself?”
Don’t have to fucking tell me twice. I fumble with my jeans, and when I’ve gotten them undone and my cock springs free,Theo moans. I look up at him, and he’s staring at it, his tongue swiping across his lower lip.
I watch him as I wrap a hand around it, and his eyes darken. “This what you want, sweetheart?”
He nods. “Yeah, oh fuck, you’re so perfect. Please make me come.”
His hips jerk forward, so I press my hand to his lower stomach. “Does this hurt?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
Holding him against the door, I take him deep again. This time with intent. Stroking myself with one hand, I fuck my throat with his cock until there’s spit dripping down my chin and he’s nearly sobbing.
