I take the invitation and bite there too, leaving faint indents that I lick afterward like a healing salve. Walker is so heavy-lidded and flush from wine and arousal that it is all I can do to not devour his lips right off his face when I finally kiss him.
He clings to the lapels of my tux jacket like he could devour me too. But I don’t want this over quickly. I don’t want an explosion of clothes and rutting over the coffee table. I want to take my time and meticulously unravel Walker beneath me.
He wants that too. I know by the hesitation in his hands when he lowers them to my hips and almost reaches between my legs to learn if I am as hard as I can feel of him against my thigh. He clutches my pant leg instead.
Such a good,goodboy, waiting for direction.
“Would you like for me to take charge, doctor?” I ask against his lips. “Tell you exactly how this is going to go, and all you need to do is follow my lead?”
“Yes, please.”
“Yes, please…?” I nose up his jawline.
“Daddy.”
I breathe on the shell of Walker’s ear, finally pulling loose the knot of his tie. “Good boy.” The tie is not going on the floor, however. I have use for it. “Then that is my permission to set the pace, but should you ever wish to disobey me, there are no safe words. A simple no or stop is all I need to hear. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes. I like the sound of that.” Walker leans back, and though he is larger than me if not taller, he makes himself seempractically demure with a hunch of his shoulders and bat of his eyes. “Tell me what to do.”
“First…” I slowly wind his tie around my fingers as I pull it from his neck. “Undress the rest of the way while I refill our wine.”
Walker wobbles when I suddenly step away, leaving him leaning after me. He bites his lip, chest heaving, but nods when I look back at him expectantly. He untucks his shirt and starts to unbutton it. As he reveals himself, he is everything I got a tease of when I first saw the softness around his deep hip grooves and that peek of a well-muscled physique to balance it like a superior statue to anything by Michaelangelo. At least in my eyes. And Walker is for my eyes only now.
Only ever for me.
My possessiveness makes me hungry despite how contentedly full I am from our meal. I bring our glasses to the table to pour from our current bottle in the bucket of ice. As I pour, Walker steps out of his shoes, drops his trousers, peels off his socks, and I find myself very pleased that he chooses to lower his underwear before shrugging his open shirt from his shoulders. The brief moment he is in nothing but the button-down is lovely.
But the next moment, when he is naked while I am fully clothed is even lovelier. His cock bobs a little hello to me when I hand him back his glass. We clink, sip, and Walker eventually loses our staring match with a bashful glance down.
“Exquisite,” I tell him and tilt his chin back up. I keep my finger there, keep his eyes on me, as I sip again from my wine, but this time, I hold it in my mouth. Then I lower to my knees.
Walker gasps and grabs the back of my head as soon as I swallow him. The chill of the wine in my cheeks offers a unique sensation. It’s just as pleasant as tea or hot chocolate in winter, but I have done this for very few lovers. It takes the idea of drinking them down very literally.
When the chill of the wine wanes, I swallow it, tasting Walker mixed with its buttery sweetness. I take another drink to repeat the process, fellating him slowly but deeply down my throat, with the wine ever-present before I again and again swallow to start over.
His fingers in my hair twist ever so slightly, and he hums. “It’s just like I imagined…”
Really? I like knowing he imagined this and pull off with a slow circling of my tongue around his head. “Is that so, doctor?”
Walker looks down at me. Every golden part of him is breathtaking from this angle, especially under the fairy lights. I was brilliant for including them. “Maybe not the wine part,” he snickers, “but that is a really awesome trick. Four dates were too long to wait for this though.”
“Oh? Do you need a lesson in patience?” I flick my tongue over his slit.
He shudders and takes a sip from his wine before handing me his glass like he’s afraid he’ll drop it. “Maybe. Don’t you want me to do things for you?”
“Oh yes. You will.” I am ready to move on as well and rise to my feet to set both glasses on the coffee table. “You are going to repay the favor of that trick with the chilled wine.”
“Okay…” He steps over to me like he means to drop to his knees that moment, but I keep his attention with a wave of his tie still wrapped around my fingers.
“First, there is something I have been wanting to do since I first saw you wear one of these.” I playfully run the tie between my fingers and stretch it taut. When I reach out with it to tie it around his eyes, however, he flinches. Not the reaction I was hoping for.
“Sorry! I-I just… I-I-I can be a little…” He trails off, clearly frustrated by his stuttering.
“Afraid of the dark?” I offer.
Walker’s laugh is exactly the reaction I want, and it helps him to catch his breath and slow down. “I can be weird with claustrophobia sometimes, not always because of tight spaces, but feeling enclosed or trapped. I don’t want to feel like that with you though, so… can we try? And if it’s too much, I’ll say so.”
I gauge his body language to be certain he isn’t only suggesting this for my sake. This is for him too. “Only if you promise youwillsay so.”
