The Gentleman Mentor(19)

He strips off my blindfold and the flicker of candlelight greets me, illuminating the fact that I’m on my knees with him standing over me. His cock stands tall, glistening with my saliva. His body is smooth everywhere, sculpted of rock-hard muscle. This man is built for sex.

“What did I do?” I ask as my brain struggles to comprehend what I’ve lied to him about.

Shit. What have I done?

He grips his cock and squeezes, staring down at me with displeasure. “You led me to believe you weren’t good at sucking cock. And you’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”

Pride swells inside me, and I suck my lip into my mouth in an effort to fight off a smile.

“You want to finish me? To feel me lose control in your mouth?” He tilts his head and studies me.

“Yes,” I say confidently, staring straight up at him.

“Bend over. Place your forehead on the carpeting and put that pretty little ass in the air.”

I do as he’s instructed, my body already tingling in anticipation of what’s to come. I am completely exposed, and while normally I’d feel embarrassed and unsure with him, I feel alive.

“Ease your knees apart.”

When I spread my knees apart, I’m completely open for his perusal. I should feel self-conscious, but with my cheek pressed to the floor, I look up and see the longing in his eyes. A hot bolt darts through me. I feel more desirable in this moment than I ever recall feeling before.

“And to think I was going to take it slow with you, ease you into things tonight.” He makes a low tsk-tsking sound under his breath.

Am I being punished? Why does that excite me so much?

“This ass needs to be fucked,” he murmurs, gripping one fleshy cheek before treating it to a sharp swat.

I release a grunt at the unexpected contact.

“Be still. And stay quiet,” he says, his voice devoid of all fun and games.

I wait, my behind on prominent display as I wonder what will happen next.

When he drops to his knees behind me and presses his face between my cheeks, I jump and shout out a little yelp.

He grips my hips. “Quiet. And be still,” he reminds me.

I swallow and ease back into position, feeling his mouth at my core once again. The warmth of his tongue as it sweeps over me, the sharp nip of his teeth raking across my swollen clit—it feels incredible, and his skill at this is enough to make me forget my name. But he doesn’t focus anywhere for long, he licks and caresses me with his tongue, but every time I’m close to the edge, he changes his angle and pressure so I’m left reeling and unsatisfied.

“Please,” I beg, needing a release.

He plunges two fingers deep inside me and focuses all his attention on my oversensitive clit, sending me hurtling toward orgasm in a dizzying rush of excitement.

“Yes, yes,” I beg, right on the edge.

His hand smacks my ass again, a reminder to be quiet for him, but thank God, he doesn’t stop that wicked mouth from devouring me.

My orgasm crashes into me, pulling a low moan from my throat, and my fingers dig into the carpeting, scrambling for purchase.

“That’s it, peach,” he murmurs encouragingly against my backside as he slowly removes his fingers.

My entire world is rocked. I feel spent and used in the most lovely way.

“Up on your knees, pet.”

I couldn’t rise to my feet right now if he demanded it. But he helps me up to my knees and as soon as I’m perched before him again, I open wide, waiting for him to take my mouth again. The admiration in his gaze makes my belly flip. Without direction, he pushes forward, shoving his huge cock into my throat, and he holds my head in place, fucking my mouth as he desires.

I gag slightly and he retreats; his eyes trained on mine flash with something dark. “Don’t stop now,” he warns.

I shake my head; I won’t stop until he makes me. I want to use my hands, and he hasn’t expressly forbid it this time, so with this cock bobbing in and out of my mouth, I test the waters, trailing my fingernails over his solid thighs. When he doesn’t stop me, I grow bold, wrapping both fists firmly around his generous length and stroking him between each thrust.

“Fuck.” The word rumbles from deep in his chest, an almost animalistic sound. Seconds later, his fists tighten in my hair and a hot jet of semen coats my throat.

I swallow him down and once he’s finished, he bends forward and brushes his lips over my forehead, then pulls on black boxer briefs.

My limbs are heavy, and all the blood has settled into my lower half from remaining on my knees for so long. I’m shivering and weak.

“Come here,” he says, gathering me up in his arms and moving me onto the bed. He pulls the quilt over me and holds me quietly. After several minutes, he tilts my chin up as though he’s inspecting me. His eyes are dark and stormy, and I don’t understand why. “Are you okay?”