Sugar on the Edge(55)

Gavin’s hands gently cup the sides of my face. “Open your mouth, love.”

I lick my lips once and then open my mouth, raising my eyes to meet his once more. He looks down at me with such intensity that I feel burned from the inside out.

“Fuck… you are so beautiful, kneeling there in front of me, utterly submissive and helpless. Tell me, Sweet… are you going to swallow me down?”

I nod at him, refusing to say the words aloud because I’m afraid they’ll come out in a helpless squeak of desire, which would not be sexy at all.

“That’s my girl,” he says softly, pulling my face toward him.

Gently, he guides me forward until the head of his cock brushes against my lips. I circle my tongue briefly around the head before pushing forward and taking him all the way in.

Gavin grunts loudly in pleasure and the knowledge that I just pulled forth that ubiquitous sound from deep within him floods me with power.

His fingers thread through my hair and grip me by the back of my head. I pull back, dragging my tongue down the length of him and pulling forth an equally sexy groan from him, before sucking on the tip. I start to go down on him again, but Gavin applies pressure to my head to stop me.

His voice sounds strangled when he says in wonderment, “You’re a little too good at that. Tell you what… hold still, beautiful girl, and let me just fuck your mouth for a minute.”

I have no clue what that means, but then he shows me as he holds my head tightly and starts to move his hips. In and out of my mouth, his cock moves, not too deep, stopping just before hitting the back of my throat. I curve my tongue along him, sucking in my jaws slightly on every other beat to give him more friction.

“Fuck, Sweet… where did you learn to do that?” He moans and pumps in and out of my mouth a bit faster.

Frustration hits me out of left field, because all of a sudden, I have an insane desire to touch Gavin. I absolutely need to put my hands on him, to touch his exposed cock as it moves out of my mouth, to roll his balls with my fingers. I pull hard at the bonds on my wrist and feel utterly helpless while he moves in and out of my mouth, once going a little too deep, causing me to gag.

“Sorry, baby,” he mutters, dialing it down a notch.

I kneel there, helpless before him, knowing that he could do whatever he wanted if given the urge. My eyes slide to the left and widen when I see the full-length mahogany mirror that sits in the corner his room. As is typical, Gavin has a T-shirt draped over the top of it, too lazy to throw it in the hamper, but there’s enough mirror exposed that I can see Gavin move his hips back and forth, his thick cock tunneling in and out of my mouth. My breasts are thrust forward, my fingers flexing helplessly behind my arched back, and Gavin stares down at me while he works himself in and out of me.

He must notice my eyes are averted because slowly his head turns. He looks at me in the mirror, watching as I helplessly blow him with my hands tied behind my back.

When our eyes meet in the reflection, his hands grip my head tighter and he moans, “Fuck, Savannah… that’s sexy as shit. Watching you, watch us in the mirror. Hot, right?”

I nod my head as best as I can, because words are prohibited by the glorious length of Gavin that is in my mouth.

I’m surprised when Gavin rears back, tearing himself free of my mouth. The emptiness causes my jaw to sag, and I immediately notice it’s sore from the pounding he just gave it.

My gaze moves from the mirror and up toward Gavin, whose chest is rising and falling in rapid motions, a light sheet of sweat on his forehead.

“Why did you stop?” I ask uncertainly.

“Because I was getting ready to come,” he says, almost in agony as he pants hard, and his hand goes around the base of his cock. He squeezes hard… almost as if to quash his impending orgasm. “Wasn’t ready to come just yet.”

“Oh,” is all I manage to say before Gavin is lifting me from the floor and onto the bed. He puts me on my knees and then with his hand at the back of my head, pushes me down to the mattress until my cheek is resting there.

His hand releases me but slides backward down the middle of my back, straight down to where he drags his finger down the middle of my ass cheeks. I moan at the forbidden touch he gives me. “I’d love to fuck your ass one day, Sweet. Think you’d let me do that?”

A strangled sound comes out of my throat, and I involuntarily start to rise from the bed. Would I let him do that? I have no clue, but his hand comes back up to the middle of my back and he pushes me back down.

“Don’t move,” he says, and then I can feel him step away from the bed. I have no clue what he’s doing, but then I hear him across the room. “This mirror will come in handy.”