Page 43 of Burning Obsession

"Good. Because once we start, I’m not stopping unless you tell me to.” His hand reaches out, cupping my cock through my pants.

I lift my finger, waving it back and forth. “No touching until I tell you.”

Victor pulls his hand back as I push his pants and boxers down, until they’re pooled on the floor around his feet. He stands before me with his hard shaft, precum beading on the tip, and all I can do is lick my lips because I’m so eager to taste him.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I command. I kneel in front of him, and carefully remove his shoes and socks, then his pants. “Lean back.” He does as I say, placing his palms on the bed. I don’t waste any time.

I take hold of his cock, stroking the shaft slowly as I gaze at him. His breathing has quickened and I know I’m affecting him as much as he is me. Opening my mouth, I lick up the length of his cock, swirling my tongue around the tip, tasting him for the first time.

The deeper I take him into my mouth, the more he whimpers and moans, his hips bucking in perfect sync with me. I increase my speed, quickening then slowing, teasing him. I want him to come, but not yet. Not until his ass is mine.

“Fuck, Jake, I’m going to come,” he cries out.

My plan to make him wait disappears and I take him deeper into my mouth as my hand caresses his balls.

Then he explodes, his cock twitching as he shoots ropes of warm cum down my throat, and I swallow every single drop of it.

“Delicious,” I growl, reaching down to adjust my dick before standing.

“I want to taste you,” he says standing up from the bed, causing me to take a step back.

He reaches out, slowly unbuttoning my shirt and I let him, wanting to see what he’s going to do. My ex never initiated anything, always letting me be in control. This is nice. Him taking charge.

He slides my shirt over my shoulders, letting it slip down my arms and fall to the floor at my feet. Next he slides his hand down my bare chest, cupping me through my dress pants, squeezing my dick. It was already hard; now I’m beyond that, if it’s even possible. More like a rock statue. My hips jerk forward, pressing into his hand more.

“Please,” I beg, my breath heavy. “Touch me, baby.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me to.” His tongue glides across his lips as his fingers work to undo my belt. Once he has, he unzips my pants, then shoves them and my underwear down my thighs in one single fluid motion. My cock springs free, precum glistening on the tip as it slaps against my abdomen. He wraps his hand around it, stroking it, letting his thumb swipe over the head spreading the precum along my skin.

“Look at you, Jake, already dripping for me.”

He drops to his knees, taking me into his mouth without warning. I place my hand on his head, my fingers slipping through his hair. His tongue caresses the underside of my shaft as he takes my cock further into his mouth, until his nose reaches the base of my length.

He peers up at me through his thick lashes as his cheeks hollow while he sucks me off.

“Fuck Victor, don’t stop.”

He laughs around my dick but doesn’t stop. He bobs his head faster, taking me deeper into his mouth. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex that I know I’m not going to last long, and this isn’t the way I want to come. I want to be inside of him.

“Get up.” He stops, his mouth popping off my cock, leaving a trail of saliva from my shaft to his lips.

“Is something wrong?” I can see the panic on his face.

“Stand up, put your hands on the wall.” He does exactly as I say as I make haste stepping out of my clothes and shoes. I don’t need any restrictions.

If I had planned better, I would’ve brought lube, but I didn’t. Sex was not on the BINGO card for this weekend.

I step up behind him, using my feet to spread his legs wider.

“I don’t have lube, so I need to get you ready,” I whisper into his ear before sucking the lobe into my mouth, using my teeth to bite gently.

“Fuck me,” he growls.

I take my fingers into my mouth, sucking them, coating them with my saliva. Victor needs to be prepped before I fuck him.

Before I can do anything, Victor reaches around with one of his hands, grasping a cheek to pull them apart, giving me a prime view of his glorious hole. I drop to my knees, wanting more first, changing my mind on how I’m going to proceed.

“Hand back on the wall,” I tell him.