So I had a good reason for going to my knees.
Arealreason, not just that hum in my body that made my cock hard as steel and my knees want to bend. Bend to this juvenile, short, annoying, superior, pipsqueak of a boss who sat there, bare-ass naked on a workbench, and stared at me until I locked my hands behind me and sank to the floor.
“Well done.” His voice was as light as you’d expect from a guy who couldn’t top a hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet, but he achieved a note of confidence that made me want to hear those words again.
To keep him busy. Nothing else.
Robin slid off the bench, landing lightly on his feet, his slim thighs still trapped in pinstripe chambray and navy cotton. His cock bobbed in front of my face. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.
Here at least I could take command, suck him as fast or as slow as I chose. I’d control his pleasure, his climax.
Except he set his hands on my head, dug his fingers into my hair, and said, “Let me?”
I froze, my head pinned in his grip. He eased his cockhead out from my lips and said, “I want to fuck your face. Yes or no?”
No! But also, yes.
I liked sucking cock. I didn’t mind the guy in my mouth getting enthusiastic, as long as I was on top and in control. This was different. I’d barely known Robin a week, had no certainty to trust him. There was no reason his hands tugging at my hair should make the blood rush to my groin. His blue eyes on mine should’ve been easy to refuse. I opened my mouth to say no, but what came out was, “Yes.”
“So good.” The warmth of his words caressed me as he set his fat cock against my lips. “Open up for me.”
Last chance to say no.My lips parted.
Robin pushed into my mouth, pausing halfway. “If you need me to stop, unlock your hands and tap my thigh. Now. How much can you take?”
More than you’ve got.I sucked hungrily.
He chuckled under his breath. “Like that, huh? All right.”
With building intensity, Robin drove his cock deeper, then eased back. His hands fisted tighter and tighter on my hair, pinning me in place as he rocked his hips. The first taste of slick precum welled across my tongue. The smell of his groin, of man and musk and clean sweat, filled my nose, and I hollowed my cheeks around him.
“Ah, fuck, yeah. Good job.” Robin thrust faster.
He was close to choking me now, and yet I relished the challenge. My body sang with the fullness of my mouth around him, and the sharp tug of pain in my scalp when I resisted. I felt alive, powerful, eager even as he held me and controlledme. I ignored the trickle of spit down my chin and the growing dampness in my shorts to focus on giving the best damned blow job Robin had ever known.
Our breaths echoed, his fast and shallow through full, parted lips; mine stuttered, gasping around the gagging length of Robin’s dick. He began grunting in rhythm as he fucked my mouth, his cock driving along my tongue and against my palate, bumping the back of my throat and making my eyes water. The taste of him grew stronger and more bitter. I tried to use my tongue and lips, but Robin was driving and I had to relax into letting him use my mouth whatever way he chose.
He pulled my hair sharply, changing the angle, and sank deep enough I couldn’t breathe at all. “Jesus, so good. The mouth on you.” For an instant he stayed there as my throat spasmed around him, then he eased back till just the fat, precum-slicked head sat between my lips.
I inhaled a shaky breath around him and put my tongue to good use.
“I’m so damned close.” He rocked in an inch, then retreated, rocked forward again. “Fuck. So close. If you don’t want my load, tap out now.”
Fuck that.I sucked eagerly.
“Ah. God, yeah.” Robin took up his rhythm again. “Ngh. Hell, all right. Fuck. Fuck. So good. So good!” He drove in and froze as his cock bucked against my palate. “Ah!” He clamped his hands on my head, pinning me, and bitter spunk filled my mouth, the taste reminding me why I never swallowed.Except for Robin. Except for now.I sucked him down, swallowed over and over, let him feel my throat ripple around him. I took his taste eagerly, giving what I so rarely offered, and the moment felt incredibly right. Robin groaned and shuddered as he came for me.
When he was done shaking, he let go of my hair and eased out. I raised my head and was caught in his intent gaze.
Robin stroked the hair back off my forehead. “That was awesome. Are you okay?”
I blinked at him, words escaping me.
“Do you want to come?”
His words brought me back to the achingnow, yes, pleasethat throbbed in my groin. That awareness let me rasp, “Hell, yeah.” I licked my dry lips.
“Jerk yourself, then,” Robin told me. “Let me see.”
