Humming, he walks over to me and drags his hand along the curve of my shoulder. “Maybe I want you to undress me?”
I like that idea so much so I’m already acting before my brain can give any input. With one hand around his wrist, I shove him against the wall, pinning him there with my body. His shirt is off in record time, and the heat of his body seeps into mine, bringing with it more of those electrifying zaps down the peaks of my spine. His pants follow suit and so do mine, because patience isn’t exactly a virtue I possess in the bedroom.
“God, you are so hot,” I mutter into the curve of his neck and shoulder as my hands roam his bare chest. The image from earlier, of his lips stretched around my hard cock, flashes in my mind, sending even more fuel to the fire burning within me. Clasping his head with both hands, I meet his wild eyes. “Suck me.”
His nod is slow and accompanied by a sly smile. “Thought you’d never ask.”
I stop a snort in the making, grinning like a fool as I grab a heap of his hair and pull. It’s not too hard, but it’s enough so the brat knows who’s in charge. “I wasn’t asking.”
He sucks in a breath as a tinge of faint red colors his cheeks.Oh, fuck, he liked that, didn’t he?
To check, I pull on his hair again as I guide us to the bed. He bites on his lips, stopping a lovely little moan from fully escaping him.Shit, this is crazy sexy. I need more of it.
Once I am sitting, he slides my pants and underwear off me and settles between my spread legs like a good boy. I comb my fingers through his hair and massage his scalp, getting him to relax before pulling on his silky strands once more. It catches him by surprise and he doesn’t manage to force down the moan. The erotic sound goes right to my leaking dick, which is painfully rigid as it waits to sink in the wet heat of his mouth.
“You will do as I say tonight,” I state with all the authority I can muster, feeling like I’m about to catch fire as he sharply sucks in air through his nose.
“And if I don’t?” he barks back once he’s got himself under control, narrowing those greens at me.
I squeeze his chin. “I’ll have to punish you.”
The impressive roll of eyes I get in response tells me I didn’t read the brat wrong. He likes to push buttons, to challenge you just because he can. I smirk and let go of his chin. I’ve got bad news for him—Alistair Devon is the only one who gets to be in charge in the bedroom.
My green-eyed brat opens his mouth to argue or rebut me, but I don’t let him. I grab his head and push him down on my cock. He gasps, eyes going wide, but doesn’t fight me, opening his mouth and throat to accommodate my length and girth.
Fuuuuck.So fucking good.
“That’s it,” I groan, doing my best not to thrust up into him until he’s ready. “Show me how good you can be. Do as I say, and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
Hemoans around my shaft and gets to work. His mouth is hot and greedy around me, welcoming. His tongue alternates between sucking on the underside and slit like it can’t get enough, and before long, pressure builds inside my balls. I want to come, but at the same time I don’t, because this is too good. We’ve just started and I’m not about to come in the first ten minutes.
But, of course, the brat has other ideas as he takes me even deeper in his throat.Jesus Christ.
“Enough,” I say, panting and heaving as my entire body tenses up. “Stop.”
I feel him smile as he starts bobbing his head quicker.Fuuuck, I thought he was on board with being a good boy, but clearly he played me. This is his way to get back at me, and fuck me, it’s working because I reallyreallywant to come.
But I’m not about to let him win. I am in charge, not him. This was a miscalculation on my part, and it won’t happen again.
I gather all my sanity and mental strength, and grab his silky brown hair once again. Through gritted teeth, I pull him off my cock, feeling the loss of his magical mouth immediately. I want to come so badly, but I can’t give him the satisfaction of giving in to that impulse or I’ll be the one getting my brains screwed tonight.
Hissing at me, he narrows his eyes to slits. His expression goes from self-satisfied to a mix of it and annoyance, which tells me exactly what I need to know. This was no accident—he did it on purpose.
“Nice try,brat.”
“Fuck you.” He gives me the middle finger. Understandable, considering I foiled his plan.
Takingadvantage of the few inches and weight I have on him, I have him pinned on the bed under me in a blink. With one hand, I hold on to his wrists above his head, and with the other, I press down on the small of his back to limit his range of movements.
“What are you doing?” he grumbles, trying to fight me.
I lean in close to his ear. “I told you I’d punish you if you continued to be a brat, didn’t I?”
He scoffs dismissively. It’s all the invitation I need.
With my pulse thrumming in my ears, I lift my hand and bring it down on his perky ass. He yelps. I do it again. His voice comes out a little hoarser. I repeat it once more, this time harder.
“Fuck,” he groans, arching off the bed and pushing his ass up. His cock leaks pre-cum on the sheets, flushed and heavy between his legs.
