The second her head pops out of the water, she’s cursing me between coughs. “You…motherfucking…You said onthree. I wasn’tready,you asshole. Water. In my nose. Wait, where are you taking me?”
I can’t help but laugh as I pull her over to the shallow waters. “If you’re going to kill me, I’d like for it to be on my own two feet.”
I stop when I can stand with my shoulders above water and turn to face her, andfuck,I wasn’t prepared for the vision before me. The sun has finally set, but the lights surrounding the pool reflect off her glistening skin, brighter than any star. Herlong black hair has fallen free from her braid, framing her face perfectly as the water drips down her cheeks to her chest. She’s still wrapped in my arms, and I’m careful not to let my touch linger anywhere unwelcome even though I want to so badly.
“I’m not going to kill you,” she whispers, and her warm breath against my skin sends chills through my body.
“What are you going to do to me, then?” I ask, leaning forward so that our lips are only a hair’s width apart.
Respecting her desire not to be touched, I don’t dare go any further…Idodare to hope that she’ll bridge the gap between us and kiss me. Instead, she pulls back and searches my eyes.
“What is it?”
“You want to be my good boy?”
Chapter 17
“You want tobe my good boy?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“You don’t even know what that means.”
“If it means I get to please you, that’s enough for me. Ma’am.”
The combination of the heated water of the pool and the fact that I’m fully clothed, yet still able to feel every taut muscle of the man begging to fuck me is enough to make me snap. I’m way too horny to have the discussion that’s mandatory before we really play, but we’re to the point that I’m torturing us both.And I’m not the one who’s tortured when I fuck.
It’s late enough at night that we should have relative privacy throughout the house. “Carry me to my bedroom. Quickly.” Luckily, we don’t have far to go, and in no time, he’s placing me beside the bed and reaching for my waist. I step back out of hisradius and allow my appreciative gaze to rake down his soaking wet body, softening the blow of disallowing his touch.He’ll have to get used to that.
“Strip. And I have one rule for tonight.Don’t touch me.Not with your hands, at least. I’ll tell you exactly where I want your mouth, but your hands stay off me. You can put them behind your back if it helps, or behind your head, but so help me, if you touch me, I willchop them off.Got it?”
He peels off his soaked clothes, then clasps his hands behind his back, eyes raking up and down my body as I remove my own wet attire. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Fuck.He looks so delicious, heavy cock bobbing against his stomach, leaning to the side under its own weight. I can’t help myself. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I revel in the widening of his eyes and the strain evident in his biceps as he prevents himself from touching me.
“You really have been so good for me, Thatcher. You handled the tasks I set for you well, and you always follow my instructions to the letter.”
He whimpers as I trail one sharp nail up his thigh, every muscle in his body seemingly clenched against any movement that he knows will get him in trouble. From his thick base to his tip, tracing around his flushed head and enjoying the sticky drop of cum that beads up under the pad of my finger.
“Do you like it when I touch you? You have such a pretty cock.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am.” His teeth are ground together, every cell in his body tense against the pleasure that I’m offering. I press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his weeping tip, tracing him with my tongue in one languid motion before releasing him with a pop. His knees are shaking now, and I think I’ll have to put him on his back soon, or he’ll fall over.
“What if I told you that I wanted to use you? If I told you to lie back on the bed and let me play with you for hours, would you?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“What if I ignored your cock for the rest of the night, and instead, I sat on your face for hours, barely letting you breathe, only concerned with my own release? Would you lie there and take it?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“How sweet. I think for both of our sakes, you deserve a quick reward. I’m dying to taste you, and I want you to focus on nothing else but my mouth. Can you do that?”
I don’t give him a chance to answer, taking him as far into my throat in one go as I can. Few men have ever had the honor of me sucking their cock, butfeelinga man melt into putty as soon as I start working him with my mouth is intoxicating. I want to taste Thatcher’s desire for me, and given how much tension has been simmering between us, I don’t think it will take long.
Digging my nails into his thighs and enjoying his hiss of pain, I set a merciless pace. Deep strokes with vibration from my wordless praise, followed by kittenish lollipop licks to his tip, have him groaning in a way Iknowmeans he must be close. With a deep breath, I push forward and moan as I meet his gaze for the first time.
That’s all it takes for him to explode into my mouth with a tortured sound that’s music to my ears. I swallow everything he gives me, happy to have taken the edge off and pushed him further into the soft space I want him in. He sways, but doesn’t move his hands an inch to try to catch himself. Standing, I can’t take it any longer, pulling him harshly by his hair into a searing kiss.
