“Take it off. Take everything off.”
I swallow hard and unbuckle the belt before flicking the button on my trousers. I can’t believe how turned on I am. My underwear is damp with precome and my dick is throbbing and protesting its imprisonment. Forgetting my audience for a second, I press hard on my shaft, willing myself to calm down. His breath catches, and my gaze flies to his.
His eyes are dark in the lamplight, his face almost ferocious in its concentration. His fingers dig into his thigh, the knuckles white as his erection strains against his trousers. It’s an intimidating bulge, but my mouth floods with saliva at the thought of sucking him.
Forgetting the command to be slow, I lower my zipper and let my trousers fall to the ground. I step out of them and stand still in my briefs, feeling his gaze run over me like a physical touch. At a nod of his head, I strip off my underwear and grab my cock, sighing in relief when I touch bare skin. I fist it, feeling the precome sticky on the head.
“Feels good,” I tell him, startled at how hoarse my voice is. “What do you want?”
He sits back in the chair, spreading his legs. His erection is massive. “Crawl to me.”
My reaction to that sharp command is instantaneous. My balls draw up, and for a horrific moment, I think I’m going to come. I grab my cock at the base, squeezing hard. When the moment has passed, I slowly lower myself to my hands andknees. My cock bobs and the breeze from the open window tickles my skin.
If someone had told me that crawling to a man would be this erotic, I’d have laughed in their face. But at this moment, my pulse is thundering in my ears, and I have to breathe deeply to stop myself from panting as I crawl across the carpet towards him.
He watches me, his eyes intent and never missing a thing. I’m rewarded when the hand on his thigh moves, and he presses it against his cock. He hisses, and I watch avidly as his head thumps back against the back of the chair, his eyes sliding closed as he savours his pleasure.
Reaching his feet, I kneel, putting my hands on his thighs and watching as he arches into his own touch. I’m moving before I realise what I’m doing. I surge up and kiss him, grinding my lips against his.
He goes stock still, and I falter, pulling away. His face is startled. “Sorry,” I whisper. “I?—”
My words die away as he seizes my head in his big hands and pulls me back, taking my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue surging into my mouth. I let out a choked whine and press tighter against him as our tongues duel. His hands lower, skimming over my back before grabbing handfuls of my arse and pulling me close. The fact that he’s still fully clothed while I’m naked is almost unbearably hot.
We kiss as if we’ve been ravenous for fucking years and finally stumbled across a meal. Kissing has always seemed like something I’d do with a date, and now I know I was right to think that because it’s scarily intimate and so fucking hot to have his taste in my mouth and feel his rushed breaths hitting my face. Loud breathing and moans fill the room, and I struggle to get closer and closer still.
His hands tighten on my arse and then they slowly fall away. I force my eyes open, struggling to focus. All I want to do is let him take over. My head falls back slightly, and I make a soft sound of protest, but he ignores me. His lips are swollen from our kisses, but his expression is once more controlled. I wonder if he’s mad that I took the initiative.
He pushes me away gently. “I’m sure you know what to do now.” He settles back into his chair like a king, chin lifted, hands graceful and steady on the chair’s arms. With his dark hair and electric blue eyes, he looks like a lord of the underworld.
Holding his intense gaze is hard, but I slowly reach out and flick open a button on his shirt—and then another and another while we stare into each other’s eyes. Our rushed breathing is the only sound in the room as I pull the shirt open and greedily examine his chest.
He’s very pale, his skin like moonlight, and his chest is hairless. A thin, black, silky trail travels from his belly button to his trousers. He’s slim and very fit for a businessman, his abs defined and his chest wide.
I trace one finger across his skin, watching his nipple lift and tighten. It’s pale pink, like the inside of a shell, and I lean in and lick it as delicately as a cat. His breath catches, and he arches up, a betraying movement that pleases me, so I do it again and then suckle at the nub, licking and biting it until a moan is torn from him. The sound is harsh and makes my heart beat like it’s coming out of my chest.
I move to his other nipple and do the same, listening to his heavy breathing and the odd catch in his throat. When I sit back, his nipples are hard and engorged. I blow across them, watching his chest rise and fall, and then start to press kisses down his abs.
“Can I leave a mark?” I whisper, tonguing at his ribs and suckling the thin, stretched skin there.
“Mmm. Do that again.” I oblige, and he chokes out a gasp. “Yes, do it.”
I breathe in, trying to calm myself as I start to press stinging kisses across his torso, sucking the skin into my mouth and nipping gently hickeys into the skin until the red marks stand out stark against his paleness. “God,” I whisper fervently, and he grunts as if agreeing with my statement.
My cock is painfully hard, but I ignore it, focusing instead on the man beneath my hands. His dick is a hard bar behind the fabric of his trousers, thrusting against the expensive fabric in an obscene way. I kiss lower on his torso, licking the hairs leading down. His hips are narrow, and his position has pulled his trousers down slightly so I can see the grooves of his hips. There isn’t a spare inch of flesh on him. I kiss above the belt buckle, biting the skin as I press hard on his cock.
He grunts. “Fuck. That feels good. Do it again.”
I quickly rush to obey, surging back up to suck on a nipple as I press his cock with a firm hand. He feels huge and his legs open as he pushes into my touch.
“Enough,” he suddenly snaps. He leans back and spreads his legs farther. “Suck me.”
I nod, unable to think of anything smart to say. My mouth is watering, and frantic need runs under my skin like an electric current. The room has faded, and all I can see is him.
I reach down and unzip his trousers, swallowing hard at the bulge under the black briefs. Spreading the placket of his trousers wide open, I suck and lick at his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear, watching the fabric dampen with his precome and my saliva. I bite gently, checking his reaction, but he just groans in pleasure, his face blind. My own cock throbs like a toothache, its pulsing echoing the blood rushing through my body.
Suddenly, I can’t wait. I need his bare cock in my mouth. I pull down his briefs, and gulp when his cock rears up instantly. It’s long and wide, the skin on it silky looking and as pale as the rest of his body. The only hint of colour is the red juicy head glistening where his foreskin has pulled back.
“Yummy,” I say hoarsely. Leaning in, I lick from the base to the tip and then take the crown in my mouth to suck hard. His taste fills my mouth, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Unable to stop myself, I thrust wildly into the air, wishing for some pressure—any pressure—on my aching dick.
