I slick my tongue over my lips as I work his belt loose, slide down his zipper, and ease his jeans over his hips. I curl my fingers around his cock. Hard and hot. He hisses as I squeeze and stroke his firm flesh.
I flick my gaze up and he’s watching me, expectant, with loving eyes. He cocks an eyebrow, challenging me. Using his body to brace myself, I slide off the counter, landing on the soft bathroom rug. He backs up a step to give me room.
“What’re you up to, Sunshine?”
“I want a taste.” I open my mouth and lightly swipe my tongue against the head of his cock. He breathes out a curse and burrows his fingers into the messy knot of curls piled on top of my head.
For a few minutes, that’s all I do—taste him. Soft, teasing kisses and slow licks, enough to excite but not satisfy. His legs shake each time I open my mouth as if I’m planning to take him all the way in.
He lets out a laugh that’s somewhere between frustrated and vengeful. “Sunshine, you’re playing with fire.”
I bat my lashes as if I have no idea what he’s talking about. I squeeze him tighter and take another long, slow lick.
His hand tightens in my hair. He brushes me away. “Hands behind your back.”
I fight to keep my lips from curling into a smile as I slide my arms behind my back, grasping each elbow with the opposite hand to thrust my breasts up the way he likes.
“Why so naughty today?” He grips his cock and lightly taps my bottom lip. “Open for me.”
I tease my tongue past my lips and against his cock.
“No,” he rasps. “Open. All the way.”
My red-hot desire to please him can’t be restrained. I open wide and close my mouth around him, sliding as much down as I can until he hits the back of my throat.
“That’s it.” His body and voice tremble. “Good girl. Keep going.”
My happy hum pulls another shuddering gasp from him. He thrusts into my mouth and I relax, letting him set the pace.
Throbbing with my own need, I release my elbows and slide one hand between my legs.
His wild thrusts stop. “Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself. Mine.”
I whine a pleading noise.
“No.” He tugs on my hair. “Suck.”
The ache between my legs intensifies.
I grip his hips, pulling him closer.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Gotta pay for teasing me.”
If that dirty, affectionate smile on his face is my reward, I’m more than happy to pay the price.
“Fuck.” He groans and tugs my hair, pulling me off of him.
“What are you doing?” I squeal as he lifts me off the floor and spins me to face the vanity. “I almost bit off your dick.”
He snorts a laugh. “You’re the only person who makes me lose control.”
“You seem pretty in control to me.” I meet his eyes in the mirror. Blotches of pink stand out all over my chest, neck, and cheeks.
“Look how pretty you are. All pink from ears to nipples.” He traces his fingers over both places and I close my eyes. “So excited just from sucking my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Open your eyes. Brace your hands against the counter.”