“Watch it,” he grits out.
“What? Are you jealous someone else had their lips wrapped around my cock? Is that it?”
The only tell that I’m getting to him is the clenching of his jaw. I’ve noticed he does that when he’s pissed but trying to appear like he isn’t. Looking back, I’ll probably never fully know why I do what I do next. Whether it be the weed, the shock factor, or my body kicking into overdrive, going for what it really craves, my hands find his belt buckle as my eyes never leave his.
“Are you jealous that nobody is paying attention to you, stepdaddy?” The vein in his neck is pulsating as I work the button on his slacks open, sliding the zipper down. “JealousI’mnot paying attention to you?”
He says nothing—does nothing—standing perfectly still as I slide his pants down his thick, muscular legs at the same time I drop to my knees. With his pants pooled at his ankles and his cock threatening to bust free from his maroon briefs, I peer up at him from beneath my lashes as I nuzzle my face into his groin, shamelessly inhaling his aroma—all man and so fucking intoxicating.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, or why I’m doing it. All I know is that I couldn’t stop it even if I tried. Zeke is a strong, high-voltage magnet, and I’m nothing but a helpless piece of metal, unable to resist his pull.
His hand comes up, threading through my hair. He tugs on it—hard—yanking my head back to look up at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hisses, glaring down at me.
Dragging my tongue across my bottom lip, I slip my fingers into the waistband of his underwear as I say, “What you want me to do but are too afraid to ask for.” And with that, I slide his briefs down, revealing the sexiest tan line I’ve ever seen.
Andfuck,he’s big, and he’s not even fully hard yet. I already knew he was huge from the event all those years ago—I was sore for days afterward—but I never got a good look at it the first time since it was so dark. Butmy God,it’s fucking beautiful. It’s thick and veiny. Uncut with his fat, bulbous tip poking out of his foreskin, begging to be sucked on.
Wrapping my hand around him, I give him a tentative pump to see what he does. His obsidian eyes are locked on mine, flames burning in them as his nostrils flare, most likely trying to keep his composure. I stick my tongue out and move to lick him, but the grip on my hair tightens, not letting me go anywhere.
“Come on,” I purr. “I know you want it.”
His face is unreadable, his emotions a steel cage, as always, and for a moment I think he may actually turn me down. That maybe I’m wrong about him.
But then, he steps up to me, and I smile. I grin like the goddamn cat that got the canary because I got him. Zeke fucking Alvarez isn’t as unaffected as he’d like me to believe.
Using the firm grip he still has on my hair; he brings my mouth closer to his cock. So close that my lips brush up against the tip.
“Open up,” he orders, his voice gravely and dangerously low. It sends a shiver down my spine as I happily oblige.
Sliding in, the weight of him on my tongue has me craving more already. I close my lips around just the tip, sucking on it like a lollipop as I gaze up at him. He’s watching me intently, not saying a word, but the flare of his nostrils as he breathes heavily has me ready to explode.
My heart is beating a mile a minute behind my ribcage as adrenaline shoots through my veins, making me feel higher than I’ve ever felt before. As he sinks in deeper, I relax my jaw, letting him touch the back of my throat before he pulls all the way out again.
“Is this what you want?” he asks.
Biting the corner of my lip, I nod. “Yes, daddy.”
Zeke smirks, but it looks more evil than anything. “You like sucking on your stepdad’s cock like a filthy slut?”
Another nod.
“Do you think youdeserveto suck my cock after the way you behaved today?”
It’s my turn to grin mischievously, shaking my head.
“That’s right,” he coos, rubbing the side of my cheek in a circle. “You don’t deserve this cock. What do you think I should do with you since you can’t seem to listen to a thing I say?”
Warmth spreads from my chest, excitement coursing through my body. “Punish me.”
There’s a part of me that I’ve never been able to explore before with another person. I’ve never found anyone who would bewillingto explore it or feel comfortable doing so. The glimmer in Zeke’s eyes right now as he peers down at me, fingers gripping my chin to hold me in place, makes me think he might.
“And how do you suppose I do that, my little slut?”
My dick throbs at that name. It’s so degrading and dirty, but possessive and so fucking hot. Wetting my lips, I tell him, “Hit me.”
He doesn’t startle, doesn’t skip a beat. If my suggestion surprised him, he does a good job hiding it. “After that, you think you should get to suck my cock?”
I nod. “Please.”
