Ford swallows, Adam’s apple rolling against my palm. “No,” he croaks before clearing his throat and trying again. “No, I wouldn’t.”
“Youalmostsounded convincin’ there, and I might’ve believed you had it not been for that little video you sent me from inside your tent.” My middle finger teases the top of his crease, and Ford fuckingtremblesagainst me. “Hot as fuck, by the way. I’m sure you can imagine how fuckin’ turned on I was watchin’ it. Especially the part where you described how you’d grab a fistful of my hair and take control of me while you fuck my throat.” Leaning forward, I brush my lips against his, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before asking, “Remember sayin’ all that, Captain?”
A mix between a whimper and a snarl sounds from him as his nostrils flare with another sharp exhale.
“Answer me,” I grit out, my hand tightening around his throat. Not enough to cut off any air, but enough to make him listen.
“That was before,” Ford growls. The muscles in his neck flex under my touch and his pulse is racing.
My body heats and a smirk slides up my face while I use the hand around his throat to turn his head to the side, bringingmy lips to his ear. “Tsk, tsk, that’s not an answer, and I don’t much appreciate repeatin’ myself. However, I suppose I’ll be nice and give you a pass. Just this once, but donotmake me repeat myself after that. Am I makin’ myself clear, Captain?” A clenched jaw and a deep sigh are the only responses I get, andgoddamn, if it doesn’t rile me the fuck up. “Do you remember sayin’ how much you wanted to fuck my throat?”
With his palmsstillflat against my abdomen, Ford curls the tips of his fingers, nails digging into my flesh as he huffs out, “Yes.”
Sliding my hand farther down the back of his sweats, I grab a handful of his ass—which is a whole lot fatter than it looks—and turn his head to face me again, our mouths a hair’s breadth apart. “Such a good fuckin’ boy,” I purr as my hand comes up and gently taps him on the cheek a few times before bringing it back down to his throat. “I saw how fuckin’ hard you were when you sent that video. You were ’bout to bust, weren’t you?”
Ford opens his mouth to respond, but before he can, I cut him off.
“Remember, I don’t fuckin’ wanna ask twice.”
“Yes.”
Pride and something much more titillating washes over me at hearing that single word.
“What a quick learner you are. Feel how fuckin’ turned on that makes me?” Grinding against him, a groan rumbles from deep in my chest when I feel it… His erection. “Fuck,baby, this all for me?”
Rolling his lips together, Ford drops his head back against the tree, but doesn’t say anything.
“I know you’re leakin’ all over your sweats. Fuck, my mouth is waterin’, just thinkin’ about it. You’re so fuckin’hard, the vein runnin’ along the side is probablythrobbin’,ain’t it?” I continue to grind my hips against him, his thick, stiff length brushing along mine, making me dizzy. “Bet your balls are just a fuckin’ achin’ too, aren’t they, baby?”
Slamming his eyes shut and relaxing his jaw, Ford’s chest rapidly rises and falls as his breathing comes out in hot, shallow puffs across my face, and I use it to my advantage, closing the short distance between us and sealing my lips to his. His whole body tenses, hands flexing against my abs, and I brace for him to push me away.
A second passes, and another, but nothing happens.
Then I feel it… The tension evaporates, his shoulders drop, and every single muscle in his body relaxes.
Hands falling to his side and lips parting, Ford gives himselfto me on a silver platter, and I waste no time taking what’s offered to me. My tongue flicks into his mouth, greedily tasting him, as my hand comes down to his thick, rigid length. I stroke him over his sweats, swallowing his groans, the sound a direct line to my throbbing cock. Ford kisses me back with fervor, giving just as much as he’s getting, while he grinds against my hand desperately.
I suck on his bottom lip, nipping at the slick flesh before dropping to my knees before him, because as much as I’d love to make out with him until we’re both gasping for air, there’s something else I need to do even more while I have him under my spell. My fingers hook into the waistband of his sweats, and I tug them down until they’re pooling around his ankles. His cock springs free, my mouth watering as it bobs in front of my face. Even in the dark, I know it’s better and more glorious in person, and I’m alreadydyingto have him naked for me a second time, but in better lighting, so I can well and trulyappreciate its beauty and catalog every ridge and vein and curve to memory.
My heart pounds, the blood roaring in my ears as I flick my tongue against the tip, lapping up the sticky pool of arousal waiting for me. The salty, sweet flavor explodes on my tongue as I savor it. One taste ignites an inferno of need through my veins. Saliva pools in my mouth as I close my lips around the fat mushroom tip and suck. I swirl my tongue, teasing him for a few moments before taking more of him into my mouth. Inch by thick, delicious inch, I swallow Ford’s cock until he’s touching the back of my throat. Until my nose burrows in the short patch of dark pubic hair and my every sense is consumed by this man.
His musky, earthy scent fills my nostrils, making my head swim. Placing one hand on the front of his beefy, thick thigh, I wrap the other around his girthy base, gripping him as I suck all the way to the tip before sinking back down again. His hands are curled into tight fists at his sides, and when I peer up at him from beneath my lashes, I’m met with an overwhelming amount of lust and heat reflecting back at me. My lips tug into a grin as I pull him out of my mouth and drag the flat of my tongue along the underside of his cock.
“Do it,” I say, my voice rough with arousal. I don’t need to see Ford’s face clearly to know he’s watching me with a puzzled expression, so I elaborate. “Do exactly what you said you wanted to do to me earlier. Fuck my throat. Take control.Losecontrol on me.”
I swirl my tongue around the tip before lazily sucking on it like a lollipop while waiting for him to find the nerve, but luckily, he doesn’t make me wait long. Before I even realize what’s happening, Ford grabs a fistful of hair and yanks my head back, forcing his cock past my parted lips and across my ready andwilling tongue. He doesn’t bother going slow, and he’s not gentle, as he uses the brutal grip on my hair to guide me up and down his length. The sexiest groans I’ve ever heard fill the air as he bottoms out and holds my head in place, properly fucking my throat exactly as he promised.
Tears spring to my eyes, and I gag, but I don’t try to pull my head back. I don’t try to set the pace. I don’t do anything except let him use me the way he needs, because I fucking love it.
I love how big his cock is. How thick, and how my lips have to stretch to accommodate the impressive girth.
I love how stuffed my throat feels, and how it’s a struggle to take all of him.
I love how my jaw already aches from how wide it has to open. It’s an ache I can’t get enough of, one I’ll feel for days.
And I love the dizzy, intoxicating feeling that crashes into me with each passing moment and every thrust.
Ford eases out of my mouth, leaving only the tip between my lips. My lungs burn as I gasp for air, spit dribbling out the corners of my mouth and my cheeks wet from the tears spilling over my eyes. Wrapping a hand around his shaft, he strokes himself reverently while I suck on the tip. The grunts and throat-deep groans I can tell he’s trying to hold back and the harsh, erratic sound of his breathing consume me, the sound of his pleasure shooting down my spine like wildfire, spreading low in my groin, and I swear, I’ve never been harder than I am right now.
