Page 29 of Bruised

I lean in, heart pounding. The first nudge of my tongue against his slit makes me moan. It’s wet with precum. I’ve tasted it twice before, but straight from the source is another experience entirely. The head is so smooth, like silk. I sucked Micah’s cock a few times, but it didn’t feel like this. Micah wasn’t as big, and his presence wasn’t as intoxicating, as dominating, overtaking my every thought.

Feeling bold, I take the head into my mouth. The shaft is plumping up in my grip and growing hard in my mouth until it stands at alert between his thighs.

“Good job,” Mason says. “You can take it a little deeper now.”

I sink down, lips wrapped around his shaft. I moan, and saliva builds at the back of my mouth.

“Just like that.” No grunts, no groans, just the quiet, heady pressure of his hand on my neck, guiding me deeper, and the slick sound of my tongue swirling at the underside of his shaft.

I’m getting lost in it fast. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I told him this didn’t mean anything—that I was just here to get off. But now I’m getting him off, though I’m gaining pleasure from it too. A lot of pleasure. Too much.

His cock slides out of my mouth, and I lick at the underside instead, from base to tip. Mason tilts my head back with his grip in my hair, forcing me to look up at him again. My face feels flaming hot as I meet his eyes, tongue out, waiting for more.

“That’s it, puppy,” he says. “Now suck it back in.”

I tilt my head and take him back into my mouth, humming as he presses me down, burying me between his thighs. Distantly, I feel the discomfort of my knees on the floor—not to mention the ache in my jaw and throat—but it’s all chased away by the haze of submission, of being good, of being obedient. I get lost in that feeling as I let Mason use my mouth. Once, he pulls me back just to look at me, just to take a mental snapshot of the lost, dreamy look in my half-lidded eyes before he pushes me back down.

After what feels like hours of the blissful slide of my mouth on his smooth, slick shaft, the muscles of his thighs tighten, and his voice goes sharp.

“Ready to take my load, puppy?”

I hum in breathless assent, still impaled on his shaft. My jaw aches something fierce, but even that feels good. Yes. Yes, please.

His cock pulses in my mouth, and the first hot spurt of his cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow desperately to keep from gagging, and to my horror, I moan louder than he does.

His breaths are heavy as he pulls me off his cock and makes me look up. My tongue is still out, ready for more.

“How was that, puppy?” he asks, only slightly out of breath. “Taste good?”

I nod, my brain still set on the motion of my tongue and the taste of his cum coating my mouth, so I lean down and keep lapping at his spent cock until he chuckles softly.

“Can’t get enough now?”

I tear myself away from him, embarrassed.

“Want to get off?” he asks.

I nod. Yeah, I need to come. Maybe that will get rid of this haze clouding my mind.

Mason shifts to his back, legs on the bed. I get to my feet on shaking legs, strip naked, and climb into his lap. While I was sucking him off, my dick was happy enough not being touched, but now I feel like I’m about to explode, desperate to release the aching pressure in my balls.

Mason pumps some lube into his hand and closes his fist around my shaft, but he doesn’t move—he just creates a tight channel for me to thrust into. I do so with an enthusiasm I know I’ll regret tomorrow, bucking into his hand as if my life depended on it.

Like last night, he sneaks a hand to my ass and finds my hole—this time with his finger slick with lube instead of my own cum. And this time, I fail to pretend I don’t care for it. Moaning, I keep rocking against him, his fist a tight glove around my cock and his finger pressing harder against my rim, almost slipping inside but not quite.

“Have you ever played with your ass, puppy?” he asks.

“Um…” I begin, struggling to think a single rational thought. “No. I mean… yes! A finger.” I’ve done more than that, but it’s all I can think of at the moment. A finger. His finger.

“A finger, hmm? Want to try mine?”

My mouth drops open, and I keep slipping and sliding, back and forth, chasing the dual sensations of both his finger and his fist. Please… please… The words are at the tip of my tongue. Please put it in…

“Let’s make you come, puppy. You’ve earned it.”

Fuck, I wish he’d stop calling me that, but at the same time, it feels so good when he does. My cheeks flush with heat, but the embarrassment and shame run alongside the pleasure until I can’t stand how good it feels anymore. Hips jerking, I shoot my release all over Mason’s stomach, little sobs tearing from my throat.

Mason keeps stroking my hole, seemingly unaffected, though he obviously enjoys doing what he’s doing. Right when I’m about to tell him—to beg him—to slip the finger inside, he withdraws his touch and taps my trembling thigh.