Hot Summer Nights (Lucas Brothers)

“Get on your hands and knees, Maggie,” he barks, making me shudder.

A gush of wetness slides from between my legs painting the insides of my thighs, as I do his bidding. My gaze stays locked with his as I get into position. He steps closer, his knees pressing against the bed. He angles his cock so the slick head slides against my lips. My tongue tries to come out to play, but the best I can manage is a tiny lick here or there—because Bryant is the one in charge. He paints my lips with his precum as I tremble with need. My hand slides between my legs, only seeking to ease the ache building inside of me.

“No, Maggie,” he denies, his voice dark and forcing me to look at him.

This is new.

Bryant loves when I touch myself. He’s never forbidden it before. I freeze on instinct, stopping all movement.

“Bry,” I whisper, unsure.

“Tonight, your entire body is mine. If your sweet pussy wants pleasure, then I’ll be the one to satisfy it. The only way you touch yourself is if I order it. Understand?”

I nod, unsure of what to say. I’ve seen Bryant many ways, and he does get all he-man during sex from time to time, but this is different and although it makes me nervous, it also excites me.

A lot.

“Lick the cum off my head, baby,” he demands.

Oh fuck…

The heat spreads between my legs as my muscles clench with need. I lick my lips, tasting him before lowering my head down to slide my tongue against his cock. I moan as I gather his juices and then drink them down. The head of his cock shines and I want more. I start to slide my mouth down, taking him inside, but I stop. I look at Bryant, the man I love more than I could ever begin to tell him.

“Suck me, Maggie,” he orders, and I feel like shouting in victory. Instead, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and then I slide my mouth down on him. I tighten my hold, just like I know he likes. I feel his fingers tangling into my hair pushing it back from my face. Bryant loves to watch me suck him. I know that, and I want to give him a good show. The need to do that urges me to take him deep, to the back of my throat—pleasuring us both. I carefully tease his rigid length with my tongue, sucking him all the way back up. He pops out of my mouth, the sound vibrating around us, loud and wet. Our eyes meet. His face is full of pleasure. Mine is full of pride and hunger for more.

“More?” I whisper, my voice not even sounding like my own.

“More,” he agrees, sounding almost as if he’s in pain. I stroke him, my palm sliding over his soaked shaft as more precum makes a lazy, hot path down over his head and then his shaft. I catch one large drop on the edge of his head with my lips, right before I take him back into my mouth.

I find a rhythm using my mouth and hand to bring him pleasure—bring it to us both. I work myself up until my nose is pressed against the soft hair between his legs, every delicious inch of him buried inside of my mouth and throat, his grip on my hair tight.

That’s when he takes over.

He uses his hold on my hair to guide me and control everything. I’m helpless and yet strangely powerful at the same time. I reach out to hold his balls, gently palming them, enjoying their weight as he forcefully moves me on his cock.

“Aw, fuck,” he growls, and I feel the hunger betraying his body as he trembles. He pulls me away from him and I whimper in protest. I’m not done. I want it all. Bryant doesn’t give me that option. “No, Maggie. If we keep it up, I won’t get inside of you and that’s something I refuse to pass up.”

“We have all night,” I remind him, not wanting to give up the chance to get Bryant off with my mouth. I know he loves it and in a strange way, I think I love it more, because he loses complete control before we’re done, and I love that I can make this powerful man mindless with passion.

“We do,” he agrees. “We’ll definitely come back to your sweet mouth drinking down my cum, but I want inside of you. Now, roll over on your back and assume the position,” he says, pulling my head back by the hold on my hair, his face mere inches from my own.

“You’re so romantic,” I complain, still not happy. “Plus, we’ve done a lot of positions, Bryant. You might need to be more specific.”