Instead of answering with words, I scrape my teeth lightly along his shaft. His hips jerk in response to the new sensation, and I smile when a long, low, gravellyfuuuuuuckleaves his mouth. I make sure I get his dick sloppy wet before taking over with my hand.
“Wait, where are you?—”
His protest is cut short when he feels my mouth close around his right nut. Either Vox knew exactly where this was going tonight, or manscaping is part of his normal routine. His body is the best combination of masculine scents, hard lines, and smooth skin. The short hairs at the base of his dick trap his natural smell, and I’m in fucking heaven. Without realizing it, I begin rocking my hips into the mattress seeking friction of my own, but if I’m not careful, I’ll blow before he does.
Sitting up on my knees, I reach for a pillow behind his head and fold it in half.
“Lift,” I instruct, sliding it under his hips. This way I don’t have to lean down quite as far…and I have better access to his hole.
Once he’s settled, I coat his cock in more spit and move to the other half of his ball sac.
“Connor,please.”
“Begging already?” I taunt. “I’ve barely gotten started.”
“Youmay have just gotten started, butI’vebeen ready for a long-ass time, Connor.”
I love it when he uses my name. For so long, Ihatedhearing my name in bed because I hated myself. But every time Vox says it, it reminds me I’m the one bringing this beautiful, skilled, sought-after man to his knees, making him beg formycock.
“We’ll get there,” I tell him, right before licking a straight line from his balls to the tip of his dick. I do it twice more before checking for my reward and…there it is. A perfect bead of precum waiting just for me.
Running the flat of my tongue over the head of Vox’s swollen tip, I lap it up. I’ll never get enough of his flavor, and it feels like an eternity since I sucked him off in that hotel room. I repeat the languid lick from balls to tip again, and this time, I get more than just a bead. Swirling my tongue around his crown, I gently squeeze his balls at the same time.
“You’re killing me,” he whimpers. “Go fast, or slow, on just my dick, or just the balls, butplease, pick a rhythm and let me get off.”
We’re getting closer, but we’re not quite there yet.
“Is this what you want, hotshot?” I ask, bobbing my head up and down rhythmically on his shaft.
“Yes.God, yes. Keep doing that.”
I know he’s going to be pissed at being edged, but when he has the most intense orgasm of his life, he’ll thank me…once he regains consciousness at least.
I bob three more times, just until I feel his balls grow tight and he gasps his first, “Oh fuck.”
Popping off his dick, I sit back to wait for his ire.
It doesn’t take long.
“Are you fuckingkidding me?!” he shouts.
“You should be quieter, or you’ll get complaints from your neighbors,” I tell him, feigning a calmness I don’t feel. I know how badly he wants to get off because I know how badlyIwant him to flood my mouth with cum so I can flood his ass with it.
“Fuck you. I’ll do it myself,” he snarls, bringing his hand to his cock.
I catch his wrist before he can make contact and pin it to the mattress with ease, making me thankful for my mass more than ever before.
“Ah-ah-ah,” I cluck, shaking my head. “That’s for me.”
“Then fucking get to it,” Vox snaps, trying to jerk his wrist from my grip.
“My apologies,” I say with a saccharine smile, knowing I’m baiting him. Moving back between his legs, I trail kisses along his inner thigh, bypassing his balls, and pausing only to blow on them before landing on his other inner thigh, licking, biting, and sucking my way up that side as well.
“Connor,” Vox growls.
“Something you want to say, sweetheart?” I want to laugh, but I’m also so turned on I’m in physical pain. Thankfully, I keep my chuckle to myself. While Iamtrying to push Vox, I don’t want him to punch me in the face…but it’s a fine line to walk.
“Make. Me. Fucking. Come.” He bites the words out as if each were its own sentence.
