I jump. “What the fuck, Vivian?”
“Get out of your head. You don’t ask for permission. We’ve discussed what I like and don’t like, and I have my safewords. Consent has been given. What I need now is for you to use me. Think you can do that?”
I nod. Bossing him around was easier when I couldn’t stand him. But he wants this. I can do this. “Vivian, touch me—my cock.”
He brushes his fingers lightly over the bulge. Teasing. “Like this?” Brat.
“No.” I grab his hand, not thinking about what I’m doing. “I’ll show you this time, but after this, I expect you to know what I like. Understand?”
He nods and blinks, his pupils wide.
“Use your words, Vivian.”
“Yes, sir.”
Oh shit.Don’t come yet. I take his hand and move it to where I want it most. Then I squeeze his hand and my cock.
Oh God. I am not going to last. “Take it out, Vivian.”
He licks his lips. And I focus on lying there. Being still while his hand slides under my shorts and briefs and—holy fuck—his hand wraps around my cock. He gives one swift stroke, and I take deep breaths. He lets go to pull my shorts and briefs down.
It gives me a second. One I desperately need. My cock juts up, leaking precum, and he stares hungrily at it. I take my shorts and underwear the rest of the way off and spread my legs. And for some reason, I want to tease him like he’s been teasing me.
“Do you want this?” I slowly stroke my cock.
“Yes,” he says, his voice breathless. Needy.
“Are you hungry for a taste of me?”
Another yes. And a whimper.
“What’s your favorite ice cream, Vivian?”
Confusion flickers across his face, but he quickly hides it. “Cookies and cream.”
Is this too cheesy? Too much like porn? But I’m in charge, so I keep my voice firm. “Lick my cock, pet. Not teasing licks. I want you to slurp it down like you’re eating a cookies and cream ice cream cone.”
I bend my knees and open wide. My cock is ecstatic about this as Vivian flattens his tongue and licks me from base to tip. I grip the sheets as he laves my dick, letting the spit run from his mouth as he licks me over and over. The tip of his tongue runs under my cockhead, and holy Jesus! I have to close my eyes for a second. It’s sloppy and decadent and so fucking hot. He catches my eyes as his mouth lingers over my cock, and I see the question.
Unable to speak, I nod once, and he sucks the tip of my cock into his mouth. The sight of his full lips around my cock. The feel of his hot mouth. The slurping sounds…it’s all too much.
I grab his head and hold him on my cock as I come, wanting him to drink every drop. And then my cum dribbles out of his mouth…and how is that even hotter?
When I return to Earth, Vivian has a self-satisfied smile. He quickly tucks it away. “Do you want me to clean you up?”
“Yes.” But when he starts to get up, I grab his wrist. “With your mouth.”
He hesitates. Did I go too far? But then he gently licks the cum off my dick, my balls, and my leg. I’m a little sensitive, but it’s worth it to see the happy look in his eyes.
“Now you.” My voice is hesitant. Am I afraid he’s going to say no?”
“Unfortunately, I’m not that limber. My mouth will not reach that far.”
I smack his leg. “Brat. Take your cock out, Vivian. Come for me.”
He shucks off his shorts and underwear—a lacy thong that I wish I’d known about sooner—and then he’s on his knees in front of me, putting on a show as he strokes his cock, his head thrown back, one hand fondling his balls. His skin is perfectly smooth. I ache with the need to touch him, but that will have to wait until next time. And there will be a next time. My eyes are intent as I watch every stroke. Every swipe of his thumb over the tip of his cock. His movements become jerky, and then Vivian cries out, shooting ropes of cum all over my body.
After catching his breath, he looks at me with a smirk. “Want me to clean this up too?”
And while that is definitely hot, I shake my head. “I’ve got this.” Then I swipe through the mess on my stomach and suck Vivian’s cum off my fingers.
