“More than my next fucking breath,” he whispered.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
His face hardened.“I want you, Edge.”
“Fuck, Cav,” I growled, crushing my mouth to his once more.
I didn’t allow the kiss to linger.I pulled my lips from his, then trailed them down his jaw, his neck, over his pecs, licking, tasting.I teased his tortured nipples for a few seconds, then continued to work my way down his body, over his abs, my tongue fondling his navel momentarily.Cav remained silent, the only sign he was enjoying it, the way his muscles flexed and relaxed beneath my mouth.
“Say my name,” I muttered, nipping the skin on his hip.
“Edge.”
“Tell me you want my mouth on your cock.”
“Suck me.”He groaned, bowed his back when I licked the head of his dick.“I want your mouth on my cock, Edge.”
He followed directions perfectly, and it turned me on like nothing else.
However, I fully intended to get a rise out of him.
Literally.
I brushed my lips over the head of his cock, eliciting a hiss from him.But I didn’t linger there.
With my feet on the floor, I positioned myself between his thighs, forced his knees to bend, then pushed them toward his chest.But I wasn’t ready to fuck him.
Not yet.
No, I had something else in mind.
“Ever had your asshole rimmed?”
“Yeah,” he huffed.
“By a man?”
He didn’t answer.Didn’t matter.I didn’t need a response.
In one swift move, I dove in, my tongue laving the tight ring of his asshole.Although quiet, Cav began to squirm, clearly enjoying the rim job I was offering.I licked and teased until he was moaning, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs in perfect time with mine.
“Please, Edge,” he growled.“I need… Fuck, Edge.Don’t make me come.Not yet.Damn it.”
I paused long enough for him to catch his breath, to pull himself back from the brink.Then I went at him again, fucking him with my tongue, forcing his legs farther back so that he was unable to move an inch.
“Fuck me, damn you,” he snarled.“Edge!Fuck you, Edge.”He growled, a deep rumbling sound that made my cock jerk.“Fuck me, damn it.”
I couldn’t have resisted him if I’d wanted to.
Forcing myself off of him, I made my way to the bathroom, retrieved a bottle of lube I kept under the sink.The condoms were in the bedside drawer, and I grabbed one, rolled it on.
Only when I was ready did I unhook the leather cuffs.“On your knees,” I commanded.
Cav rolled over, got on his hands and knees.
“Hands on the headboard.”
He seemed somewhat confused by the order, but he knelt on the mattress, his fingers curling over the top rail of the headboard.Once again, I used the cuffs to restrain him, hooking them around the center bar so he couldn’t get far.
