He snickers at the crease of my thigh. “Unless you’dliketo be punished.”
“No,” I answer quickly, my voice pitching higher. “No, I’m good.”
“If you’re sure. You have to tell me what you like, Win.” He stretches up to tongue the tip of my cock, lightly lapping at the precum already gathering there.
“That,” I gasp. “I like that.”
“That’s a good start,” he echoes my earlier comment. “I want to please you. Want you to get as hard as I do every time I remember your mouth on my cock. I want you to dream about it every night and jerk yourself off each day to the memory, knowing it will never be enough, because it isn’t as good as the real thing. That’s the kind of payback I’m talking about.”
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.” I’ll be reliving what he just said to me, for example, for the rest of my natural life. “And I like everything. You can’t go wrong if you—ahhh.”
I can’t remember what I was going to say, because my cock is in his mouth.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Men rarely offerto do this for me. I’ve got fuckable lips and a skinny body, so my thicker cock is usually not what they’re expecting or looking for. Whenever I get the sense someone might feel insecure in comparison, I go right to giving them oral and sliding my own hand into my pants. As long as we both get off, it doesn’t matter.
I was fine with that until now. Until Michael fills his mouth with me, his crystal brown eyes watering as he takes me deep in the most erotic and intimate display of fellatio I’ve ever seen. It’s mesmerizing and beautiful. So are the sounds he’s making; equal parts pained and ecstatic. Each one conveying how hungry he is and how much he loves the taste of me.
I slide a shaky hand through his short hair and watch as his lips stretch to take more, his cheeks hollow with each suck and his tongue swirls around my shaft like I’m his favorite lollipop. Like I’m the only drug he can’t live without. Nothing I’ve experienced before comes close to this worship. He’s destroying my defenses with the pure, undiluted need on his face and the feel of his mouth around me.
I’m as conflicted as I’m aroused, because I want everything with Michael. I want to fuck and own his mouthandgive into him completely. I think I might let this man do whatever he wants with me. To me. Tie me up. Make me beg. Edge me, which is not something I’ve ever been into because who has the time for that kind of nonsense?
My hammering heart is all I can hear when he cups my balls and gives them a gasp-inducing tug. Michael seems to be having the same problem I am. He’s dominating and then vulnerable. Hesitant, then commanding. It’s like neither one of us knows this script or our roles in it. We just know we need to touch and be touched. Claim and be claimed.
His mouth and those sounds he’s making are going to make me blow soon, and instead of leaning into that, I’m tugging on his hair and backing away from his mouth as blood rushes in my ears like the ocean.
“Michael, please.”
He looks up in confusion, his pupils dilated, bronze skin flushed and lips swollen. He’s my fucking dream come to life right now. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re not kissing me,” I tell him as honestly as I can, my voice ragged. “Forget paybacks for now. I think… I need you with me this time.”
I don’t know why, I only know that it’s true. Whatever we’re doing here, we need to do it together. I need him with me.
He doesn’t argue, propelling himself up my body and covering my mouth with his. I taste myself on his tongue and make a noise that comes perilously close to a whimper.This. This is what I need. I take his palm and lick it before dragging it down between us and wrapping his fist around both our cocks in silent demand. He moans in approval against my mouth.
And this. Like this. Together.
The first fumbling stroke has us both groaning low and long. The dueling sensations of his rough grip and the hard velvet stroke of his cock make me shudder. He finds a rhythm thatneither one of us can hold out against for long, and our kisses take on a savage edge. Yes. So close.
I cry out when his hand suddenly stops and grips us both so tightly it steals my breath.
“Not yet,” he rasps, tightening his fingers as if he can sense my release threatening to erupt. “Not this fast, damn it.”
Why the hell not?
“Fast is okay,” I pant, desperate to convince him. “I’m a big fan of fast. Go, Team Fast!”
He grinds his forehead into mine. “Two months, Win. Two months of imagining you moaning my name. Imagining the way you’d feel beneath me. I’ve had a lot of time to think, and there are a thousand different things I want with you that I haven’t done yet. And those all come before I get inside and take you in every position, on every surface imaginable, until you beg for release.”
“I’m already begging, Michael. And I never do that, so you should feel really good about your skills right now.”
I’m trying to tease, but he’s not willing to be distracted.
“You said it was different with me?” he grits out. “Well, until you, I didn’t think about my cock every other minute. I’m thirty-eight years old—I shouldn’t have to worry about my dick getting hard in public every time you cross my mind. Shouldn’t be ready to come the second I touch you.”
I want to tell him I understand, but he starts stroking me again, faster now.Yes. Like that. “Michael.”
