Screw that.
I clenched my jaw and shook my head. “Fuck you, Wilder. That ain’t happenin’.”
He wasn’t merely looking to change the course of what we had been, what we were, and what we could be. He was trying to reach a point where he could say goodbye and…
Christ. He really had no clue. He didn’t know I was planning on sticking around. Would he even believe me if I said I was probably moving here?
I kissed him hard and reached for his belt. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.” I spoke against his lips as I dipped a hand into his jeans. My commando beast. “I’m done runnin’.” With those words, I sank to my knees and pulled his cock free.
He shook his head and scrubbed his hands over his face, but he didn’t have the strength to say anything. Instead, he caved. His fingers disappeared in my hair, and he grabbed a tight fistful before he guided his long, thick cock into my mouth.
It’d been too damn long for me to try to pretend as if I wasn’t dying to worship his cock. A moan escaped me, and I closed my eyes to shut everything else out. I traced the length of him with my tongue, I sucked at the head, and I grazed my teeth along the ridges.
He better not make me beg to get my throat fucked.
I gave him everything. I sucked him long and hard, over and over drawing him down to where I choked around him. It seemed to get him going, thank fuck. His breathing became labored, and he couldn’t remain still anymore.
“You make me weak.”
Good. I opened my eyes again and peered up at him. I wanted him weak for me.
He landed a hand on the wall behind me and started thrusting deeper, forcing himself down my throat. And he lingered. He got off on watching me choose his cock over oxygen. Each breathless second was a moment where he was the god of my world. Each push drove me closer to a light-headed state of bliss and subservience. Here, he owned me. Here, the power belonged solely to him.
“Jesus fuck, baby.” He touched my cheek. “Those eyes—I see what a complete cock whore you are for me.”
Finally.
A shudder ripped down my spine. My cock strained against the zipper in my jeans. His filthy affection washed over me, and I redoubled my efforts. I tightened my lips around him and sucked him harder, wetter, deeper. I swallowed around him repeatedly and died the best death whenever he groaned at the feel of my convulsing throat muscles squeezing his cock.
He began chasing his orgasm. My lungs burned, my eyes stung, and none of it mattered because he got me there. The oxygen deprivation sent me flying into a sacred space I hadn’t experienced until this man. But he didn’t let me soar very far. He inched out of my mouth and rubbed the wet head of his cock against my lips, smearing them with pre-come and saliva.
“Breathe, boy.” His low command did nothing to stave off my own need to come. “Open wide. I have something for you.”
“Hnghh.” I swallowed and opened my mouth, feeling drowsy and approximately two seconds away from getting off. I just needed something.
“That’s it,” he groaned, breathing heavily. He stroked his big, beautiful, glistening cock right in front of my face, and I wanted to suck it again. Fuck, I craved it. I licked my lips, and he chuckled, completely out of breath. “Now. Drink me. Swallow me.”
I couldn’t help it. The moment the first burst of come landed on my tongue, I cupped my cock through my jeans and squeezed and rubbed—anything to alleviate the pressure. At the same time, I drank him down until he was almost done. That was when he let me suck him off again, and I buried him in my throat and swallowed every drop.
“Holy—” He exhaled a long groan and shivered violently.
The next time he withdrew from me, he did it slowly and gave me the chance to lick and suck him clean.
“Good boy,” he panted. “Get up here.”
I was off my knees before he got the last word out, and he spun us around so he was leaning back against the wall.
“Show me how desperate you are.” The fucker angled me so my cock pressed against his thigh. “Rub yourself right here, and if you do a good job, I’ll finger-fuck you until you come in your jeans.”
Jesus. I didn’t know how he could make me feel so pathetic and turned on at the same time. And I was too horny to find answers. I swallowed and tried to kill the nerves that spiked.
“No—don’t lower your eyes. Come here.” He coaxed me closer and dipped down to kiss me. That was better. “I love tasting myself on you,” he whispered. Fuck, yeah. “Obey me, Blake. Let me watch you debase yourself.”