“If I find out you’re manipulating me, I will kill you myself. Is that clear?”
Clover swallowed, his gaze relentless as he nuzzled Drake’s jaw. “That’s hot. How scary you can be.”
Drake’s eyes shut, and he kept in the moan that threatened to leave his lips at the delicate touch. “I’ll give you lesson number one then. Don’t let anyone cuff you,” he said and pushed Clover down, one hand in the white hair, the other already opening his own pants.
Clover frowned. “That’s not fair. What kind of lesson is that if you don’t show me how to avoid it?”
But the complaint fell on deaf ears, because they both knew there would be no real lessons until Drake got the relief he’d been craving for weeks. And the cuffs wouldn’t be coming off until then because few things were as hot as Clover bound and helpless.
Drake’s brain shrunk, and the empty space in his skull filled with aphrodisiac. For once, he gave himself permission to touch this perfect boy, and his dick was growing hard so fast he exhaled with relief once it was free of the constraining clothing. “Tap your foot three times if you want me to stop,” he said, clinging to the remainders of his sanity. He pulled the glasses off Clover’s nose to get them out of the way.
Clover’s pupils going wide enough to swallow his blue irises was what arousal was made of. Drake grabbed the rigid length of his cock with one hand, and pressed on Clover’s cheeks with the other. He was sure the boy would open his mouth, but for him, lots of pleasure lay in forcing the lips apart.
The relief of finally getting to rub his cockhead against Clover’s pink flesh was so immense a shiver rolled down his back. He’d never thought it would happen, too wrapped up in his hate for the boy over things he couldn’t help. It wasn’t Clover’s fault that he’d got lucky, or that Tank had taken him in so eagerly. He didn’t deserve contempt just because he enjoyed sex and wanted safety from the men he slept with.
Clover’s white eyelashes fluttered when Drake sank his dick down into the tight, willing heat of his mouth. There were many scenarios he’d imagined with Clover as the star. Clamps on those candy nipples. A collar attached to a hook, so he’d have to remain on his toes at all times. His peach of an ass taking Drake’s cock.
He didn’t have the brainpower to pace himself now. Everyone had already munched on their chunks of that boy’s pie, and if he wanted one too, he needed to fight for it.
He grabbed Clover’s head with both hands and pushed harder. The gagging noise was music to his ears, but he watched every twitch on Clover’s face, unwilling to miss even a second of the view.
Clover’s eyes watered, and his pink lips became paler as they stretched around the base of Drake’s cock. He would train Clover’s throat as well, if he were to teach the boy other useful things, but for now, he let himself enjoy the desperate contractions around his cock and the silky tongue Clover pushed against the underside of his dick.
Yet despite his eyes welling up, Clover didn’t tap out. He really was a good boy. How had Drake not seen that?
“That’s it, open up,” Drake said, keeping up the pressure until the muscles gave, and his dick slid deeper into the wonderful channel of Clover’s throat. The boy’s eyes were so wide now. They shone with involuntary tears, and his chest shook with the realization that he couldn’t breathe.
Drake’s balls were so tight he might spend embarrassingly soon. But whatever. In this moment, Clover was his and would remain so until he tapped out.
He only pulled his hips back when Clover’s legs began shaking, and watching those pretty saliva-streaked lips gasp for air was like receiving a shot of adrenaline.
As soon as Clover filled his lungs, Drake plunged in again, and even pinched the boy’s nose with his fingers for good measure. Clover whimpered, but that was that. He took the cock again despite his face changing color. His hair lay scattered over the grass, and he shivered from the intensity of their connection, and Drake loved every second the tight hot throat hugged his cock as if milking it already.
Drake was Clover’s life or death now. In this moment, he was the only one who mattered.
The boy gagged, choked, and tears spilled down his temples as Drake fucked his face, time and time again restricting his airflow.
It was too good.
Drake’s orgasm was approaching fast, but he didn’t want to leave Clover without a taste, so he pulled out his dick, leaving the head resting on the soft pillow of the boy’s tongue and watched him sob and suck in the air he so desperately needed.