My efforts to keep myself quiet prove futile when I brush my thumb along the underside of his shaft, right over a thick, rugged vein. I'm moaning. I'm moaning touching a man.
"Can I touch you?" I pant out, wrapping my palm over his base. Tips of my fingers barely connecting.
Hayden lets out another low, grumbling chuckle and cups my aching balls over my clothes, drawing a yelp from me in return. "Maybe you should have asked before you started."
"Sorry," I mumble, giving his shaft a slow, drawn-out stroke. "I thought—"
"Shh." He doesn't need to cover my mouth to get me to shut up. The squeeze on my balls does it just fine. "You think too much. And you know what?"
When my palm reaches the head of his cock after what feels like a yard's worth of travel and my skin gets lubricated by his pre-cum, my brain complies and stops thinking. "W—what?"
He leans down and his wet, hot breath lands straight in my ear. "I can't wait to fuck all those thoughts out of your head."
I growl. I fucking growl like a wild animal that's been caged their whole life and is finally connecting with wilderness for the first time, and yank his pants down all the way to his knees in a violent swoop. I'm fucking feral, finally opening my eyes and devour his cock with everything I've got—my palms, my eyes, my soul.
"Look at you," Hayden grunts. "Eager little mess."
He steps out of his pants, moving backwards in the process, and I follow, not allowing an inch of space between us, sliding my palm up and down his cock.
I don't know where he leads me and I don't care. I'd follow him to hell right now. I somehow manage to kick my shoes off without tripping, and when he stops abruptly, I tumble into him, the dick I'm grasping pressing against my stomach, marking it with pre-cum.
There's a bed behind him. King-sized, covered with satin sheets, burgundy. Comfy looking.
He can have it. I'm fine on the floor.
I drop to my knees at the same time he sits on the edge, and I dip my head down before he can do anything to stall me or,what's worse, say anything and knock the wind out of my lungs yet again. I need him right fucking now.
Of course, he says things anyway. "God, you're a perfect little thing, aren't you?"
Yeah, whatever. I can be a thing. As long as he finds me perfect. I press the tip of my nose to the base of his cock, holding it upright with my hand and drag my head all the way up, taking in his smell. It's intoxicating, fresh and overwhelming at the same time. Just like the rest of him.
"See what you do to me? How hard you make me?"
My cock throbs inside my pants as I stick my tongue out and lick off the bead of pre-cum that waits for me there.
He puts one palm on the back of my head and threads his fingers through my hair, massaging my skull. "Needy little fuck."
I open my mouth and swallow him, as much as I can, as fast as I can, becausefuck, if he doesn't stop talking right this second, I'm gonna come from his words alone.
Moaning around his shaft, I slide my head up, swirl my tongue around his slit with his head still in my mouth, and dive right back down, taking him in until he hits the back of my throat.
I need to remind myself to breathe as I suck him. Did anyone ever suffocate giving head? I just might. And it'll be a pleasant death.
Hayden lets out a series of shaky, barely controlled exhales and fuck, why is this so fucking hot?
Why does he taste so good?
Why am I enjoying this as much as I am?
I suck him slowly but thoroughly, excess saliva dripping out of my mouth and down his shaft. Yesterday, I'd find that gross. But yesterday's me no longer exists.
"Ahh, fuck," Hayden groans and then commits a crime. A whole fucking crime as he lets go of my hair and crawls back, deeper onto the bed, taking his cock with him.
"Hey!" I practically bark before wiping saliva off my chin. Because it's not his cock anymore. It's mine now. It's stealing.
"If you want something, come and get it," he speaks the words around a chuckle as I'm already crawling up, because he was right. I am needy, and desperate.Hemakes me needy and desperate.
"Up," he says once my head is level with his cock. When I halt, he repeats, "Up."
