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It’s silent, though, and for a moment I wonder if I’ve walked into the wrong apartment. “You’re early.” Rory breaks the silence, startling me. I spin around to find him leaning his shoulder against the wall of the hallway. He’s dressed casually—less formal than I’ve ever seen him—in loose jeans and a fitted black T-shirt.He looks good.“Good boy. I like that.”
Unsure of what to say, I nod. I’m never at a loss for words, but around him I constantly find myself speechless and struggling to breathe through the heaviness of the air in the apartment. This feels nothing like the kind of attraction I’m used to. This is raw. Different.
CHAPTERNINE
JORGE
Rory takes a deliberate step toward me in silence. He takes another, and my eyes are drawn to the silky black fabric in his hand, swinging with each subsequent step. My heart beats a little faster as he approaches, and it nearly jumps from my chest when he steps close and puts his hands on me. They dust over my shoulders and slowly down my back to my waist, gripping me firmly and pulling me into his warm, firm body. He exhales, the breath blowing over my cheek, and the tension in the air crackles.
Before I have a second to think, his lips are on mine. Soft and tender, a tentative brush of his mouth against mine. My lips part, and he eagerly takes the invitation, pressing his tongue between them. Our tongues touch, and the kiss grows more urgent. Needy with years of ignored desire. I respond without thought, pressing my body tighter against him as heat flares inside me.
He pulls at my shirt, and the cotton slides up my back as he gathers it in his fist. Both of us breathless, we break our kiss for him to pull it over my head. When he tosses, it to the floor, he exhales, “On your knees.” Unlike last time, I hesitate for a second and watch a disapproving scowl spread over Rory’s face. “Do you need a reminder of what happens when you don’t listen?”
I gulp, distinctly remembering the feel of his large, rough hand repeatedly landing on my ass. Holding his gaze, I timidly shake my head as I gladly take my place on my knees before him. He cups my jaw—reminiscent of that night in the club—and forces my gaze up to his. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes,” I blurt.
His grip tightening, he firmly asks, “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.” The words fall from my lips. Hearing them causes an unfamiliar rush, and my skin tingles with excitement.As he walks around me, he drags the silk in his hand over my shoulder and across my chest. He gathers it in both hands and slips it over my eyes, gingerly knotting it at the back of my head.
With the blindfold in place, my heart thumps so hard that it echoes in my ears, drowning out the sound of his shoes on the hardwood floor. His hand slides along my cheek, and he drags his thumb along my lower lip. I needily dart for it with my tongue, and Rory presses it into my mouth. He massages the rough pad over my tongue as I lightly suck on it. “It isn’t my thumb you want in your mouth, is it?”
Unable to answer with his digit pressed against my tongue, I shake my head. Pulling his saliva-covered thumb from my mouth, he spreads the wetness over my lips as he instructs, “Ask nicely and tell me what you want.”
“Please, Daddy,” I beg, with so much need that I barely recognize my voice. “Can I suck your cock?”
He runs a hand over my shoulder and over the swell of my tricep, lifting my arm as he continues down. With one hand over mine, he presses my palm to the front of his jeans—against the rigid outline of his hard length tenting the denim. I wrap my hand around his girth and slide it over every thick inch. “Good boys can always have Daddy’s cock.”
Licking my lips, I fumble through my blindness, grasping the front of his pants to undo the button and lower the zipper. Finally managing to do both, I tug at his waistband with feral urgency. “Patience.” Rory wraps his hands over mine and helps me leisurely pull them down his thighs. “We’re not in a rush.”
Heeding to his request, I slowly slide my hands along his muscular bare thighs as I make my way toward his cock. My fingers brush along a trimmed tuft of hair, and I wrap them around his base. Using my hand as a guide, I lean forward and lick the underside of his shaft from the base to the tip. Swirling my tongue around it, I wrap my lips around him as a guttural moan rattles from him.
I work my mouth over him, using my hand to fist him until I’m ready to take him deeper. His fingers lace into my hair and lightly hold the back of my head, and he groans as I repeatedly slide him over my tongue. Every sound coming from him only fuels me to take him deeper as my cock presses painfully against my zipper.
“My good boy gets so hard from sucking my cock,” he growls, pressing lightly into my mouth. “Undo your pants so I can watch you stroke yourself as I take your throat.”
I pop the button of my jeans and groan as I undo the zipper, providing myself a bit of reprieve. Following Rory’s instructions, I reach into my boxer briefs and pull out my rigid cock, stroking myself from base to tip. I slide my precum along my shaft as Rory presses over my tongue. He doesn’t fuck my throat, though. Instead, he glides over my tongue unhurriedly—repeatedly savoring the feel of every inch he makes me swallow.
With him in my throat and my hand sliding over my cock, I’m in fucking heaven. I slide my hand along his thigh and up his bare stomach. My fingers run over the ridges and divots of his abs. Reaching his chest, I brush against a divot of stiff skin, and my hand is roughly pulled from him. His voice filled with displeasure, he gruffs, “You didn’t ask to touch.”
CHAPTERTEN
RORY
I press into Jorge’s throat again, holding myself deep but struggling to stay in the moment—unable to shake the feel of his fingers brushing over one of the scars I usually keep hidden beneath my shirt. I foolishly removed it, thinking the blindfold would protect me.He can’t see you…
When I pull my cock from his mouth, Jorge sucks in a deep breath as I help him to his feet. My hands slide down his chest as I kneel to rid him of his remaining clothes. He kicks at his shoes, removing them so I can pull his pants over his feet. “You’re fucking breathtaking,” I exhale, taking in his remarkable frame. “Every inch of you is perfect.” I lightly drag my fingertips up the length of his hard cock and emphasize, “Everyinch.”
Teasingly fisting him, I guide him onto the couch. His knees rest on the cushions, and his chest leans over the arm. Reverently, I rub my hand over the swell of his perfectly toned ass. Shoving my pants lower and climbing on behind him, I kiss along the invisible trail left by my hand. Finally, I make my way closer to the tight hole I’ve fantasized about claiming for years. “Does my good boy like having his asshole licked?”
“Yes!” Jorge breathlessly exclaims, arching his back and pressing himself toward me. I don’t hesitate to give him what he wants. Pressing my face against his ass, I run the tip of my tongue along the puckered skin of his hole, and he releases the sweetest fucking whimper. I lick and tease until he’s panting, and his ass quivers against my tongue.
Grabbing the lube from the end table, I slather a generous amount over my cock. I rub the excess lube between his cheeks, massaging it over the relaxed hole and pressing it into him with my finger. With my slick tip pressed against him, I still for a moment. “I’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you,” I promise, knowing from experience I’m more than some men can handle.
I press my thick head into him, both of us groaning as I stretch him. “You’re doing so good for me,” I praise, running my hand along the length of his spine as I ease deeper until I’m buried in him to the hilt.And it’s better than I imagined.“You let me know when you’re ready for more.”
A sputtered exhale spills over his lips, and he gives a quiet nod for a response. I pull back and thrust back into him at a painfully slow pace. He fists the couch cushions and buries his face in them as I repeat the motion. I’m about to stop when he groans, “Oh, God! You feel so good.”
