He’d stunned me silent. I watched him struggle through his confession. Saw the vulnerability in his eyes. He still had one of his hands pressed against mine as I cradled over his cock. His other hand gripped my hair almost painfully.
I’d put him on the spot and he’d broken. He bit down on his lip, looking unsure of the confession he’d just made.
“What do you want, Dev?” I stroked his erection, causing him to tense. He moved his other hand into my hair and pulled me in for a soft kiss. The level of need between us grew swiftly.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he whispered against my lips.
Oh, God… yes. His quick shift from vulnerable to demanding and aggressive turned me on.
“I want you to beg for it. Take me down your throat and swallow… and then you can tell me how fucking exclusive we are.”
I fumbled with his belt, and he shifted around to help me free his cock. If he needed this to assert his position in my life, I was all too willing to throw up the white flag.
I palmed his cock. It was long and thick with prominent veins straining against the smooth, taut skin. His balls were tightly drawn up, constricted with the need to release. I held his cock up against his belly and licked his balls. He hissed, pushing his head back against the headrest as I swirled my tongue over the head of his cock.
I flicked my tongue into the slit at the top, then engulfed the entire thing in the wet heat of my mouth. I flattened my tongue against the taut skin on the underside of his cock. I traced the ridges of veins prominent against the smooth, heated skin.
“Devlin,” I said in a quiet nervous voice.
He looked at me through the narrow slits in his eyelids.
“I want you to take my mouth like it’s yours to use. Fuck my mouth like you own me.”
“Fuck!” he groaned. He quickly pushed me until I was lying on my back. He straddled me, cradled my head in his hand so it was elevated, and then pushed the swollen head of his cock against my lips.
I’d asked for this, but with the swift shift in positions, I knew I’d given him permission to run roughshod over me. He cocked an eyebrow questioningly, challenging me to submit.
I flicked my tongue out, licking the salty drop of pre-cum that seeped out. That was all the answer he needed. He gently pushed his throbbing dick into my mouth to the base. He held my head steady with the fingers he’d knotted into my hair. I took him deep into my throat and curled my tongue around his engorged flesh.
He growled through gritted teeth as he began to lose control. His thighs tensed underneath my fingers, his cock twitched in my mouth. My jaw muscles ached from the effort to accommodate his size as he seemed to expand with his growing need.
Watching him come undone made me wet. I wanted to memorize every minute of it, so I kept my eyes open. Even when my vision blurred with unshed tears as the aggressive invasion of his cock grew overbearing. Though he had the dominant position and was using my mouth for his pleasure, I felt powerful. He physically shook with need—the magnitude of it vibrated off him—and I knew I was responsible for that desperation.
“Ohh…” A hoarse cry was the only indication he was at the end of the line. He came brutally, discharging his hot, sticky release down my throat. I swallowed all of him as he shuddered through his climax. I continued gently licking him as his semi-hard cock slowly softened.
He murmured incoherently as he caught his breath. I continued to lave his cock with my tongue like an animal soothing her mate. He seemed to come out of a trance with a heavily lidded gaze that caused my pulse to race. He tilted my head up with two fingers under my chin and kissed me, aggressively pushing his tongue against mine, tasting himself on me.
He moved his finger slowly across my swollen lips as he pulled away. “Mine.”
He didn’t ask because there was no need, but I confirmed anyway. “Yours.”
I was sinking fast, but I was satisfied with the knowledge that he was just as submerged in this thing between us. He leaned his head against my forehead and sighed in relief. He stared into my eyes through narrowed eyelids. His gaze was intense, but I couldn’t look away. We’d only taken off the edge. He wanted to fuck me, and the urgency to have him increased with every second. My body demanded his attention. I was hyperaware of every move he made. Felt the heated intention in his every glance. Even the air excited me—the scent of his minty breath commingling with the heady aroma of his aggressively spent lust. We were wrapped in a cocoon of salacious passion, and we stayed that way until we pulled up to his house where he adjusted our clothes then carried me in. We showered, then he fucked me until I drifted into an exhausted slumber.