Unshackled

Having lived with Shannon for weeks and having worried about him for months, I knew his tells. I could read him. I knew when he was drunk, when he was sober, when he was near panic, drained, ready to fall apart. And he was sober now, but he’d taken something. I tasted whiskey and mint on his tongue.

God.

I shivered when I felt his arms coming around me.

Time slowed down for the first time without my having to force it, and I didn’t rush a single kiss. I swept my tongue around his and touched him just as unhurriedly. I stroked his arms, kneaded his flesh, and shifted closer on his lap. He broke the kiss first, and I felt his labored breaths. But I didn’t stop. I dipped lower and kissed his jaw, his neck, openmouthed kisses, so I finally got to taste his skin. I was ready to inhale him. Every intake of air flooded my brain with lust.

I eased away from him. As close as I wanted to be, I had his whole body to explore.

I kissed his chest and felt the tremors that went through him. I sensed when I kissed a sensitive spot because his breaths came out sharper.

“Finally, finally, finally…” My shallow whispers got lost in the music, and it was freeing. I could say whatever I wanted. I flicked my tongue over his nipple and nipped at him, and he tensed up before he relaxed again.

I slid off his lap, parted his legs, and dropped to my knees in a fluid movement. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his stomach and ghosted my hands up along his thighs. His underwear had to go.

Shan took the hint and lifted his hips slightly, and I didn’t waste a second. Once his boxer briefs were somewhere on the floor, I leaned in again and buried my face where his thigh ended. I sucked at his skin and gently cupped his balls, and I couldn’t help but moan. The man had no fucking idea what I was ready for.

He inched forward a few times, and I pushed him back again. This was my play. He was going to sit back and just enjoy. Let me take care of him properly. I wrapped my fingers around his half-hard cock and was struck once more by reality. This was actually happening. I had his cock in my hand.

I wasn’t sure sliding his cock into my mouth was for him or for me, to be honest. I probably should’ve dragged it out some more—kiss his body, maybe massage away the tension in his shoulders, but I couldn’t. I sucked him in and swirled my tongue around the head, and I felt the vibrations of his groan.

That’s it, Daddy. I’ve got you.

He grew harder with every pass, and his hunger surged forward at the same pace. He started moving with me. He pushed his cock deep down my throat, and I could’ve fucking cried. Shannon, fucking my throat. Shannon.

Take whatever you want.

I sucked him as hard as I could and tightened my lips around him. Every ridge, the vein along the underside of him—I needed my tongue to trace it all.

When his thighs trembled and turned into granite, I eased off just in case he was getting close.

I was nowhere near ready to stop. I licked him all the way up to the head and slid the tip of my tongue over the slit, at the same time as I gripped him firmly at the base. He was hot and heavy in my hand, hard as fuck, wet from my mouth, and the soft skin stretched around him. What I wouldn’t give for a quick moment with the light on. I wanted to see him. Maybe take a photo and save it for future bedtimes.

After stroking him quick and hard for a few seconds, I drew him into my mouth again, and Shan stopped holding back. His fingers disappeared in my hair, he fucked my throat in erratic thrusts, like he couldn’t help himself, and his breathing grew out of control. It was why I kept one hand roaming his chest; I needed to feel what I was doing to him if I couldn’t see it with my own eyes.

You’re so close. Let go.

I didn’t care if it resulted in cutting our session short because he’d be satisfied. The man needed a good, long orgasm. Besides, I was already prepared to take care of my own hard-on back at the hotel. Three or four times.

A loud groan traveled over the music, the sound so sexy that it caused my breath to hitch, and it made me choke on Shan’s cock. Seconds later, before I was really prepared, he hunched forward and pushed me down, and he started coming. Hot ropes of come coated the roof of my mouth. My lungs burned for air. He pushed harder, forcing the head of his cock deeper, and in a quick second where panic threatened to overtake me, desire exploded inside me. I was so fucking helpless and at his mercy, and it turned me on as much as it frightened me.