Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

I look up at him as I brush my lips against his cock.

He shudders.

I do it again.

A groan falls off his lips.

Again.

His palm presses against the back of my head, nudging me forward.

I torture him instead.

I flick my tongue against his tip.

His groan gets low, heavy.

I do it again.

Again.

I do it until he's shaking.

He sighs with pleasure as I take him into my mouth.

He tastes good, like salt and soap and Walker.

His skin is soft but he's so fucking hard.

I look up at him as I take him deeper.

His eyes go hazy with pleasure. His brow softens. His lips part with a groan.

I'm the one driving him out of his mind.

Right now, I'm the only thing he needs.

And that's exactly what I need.

I bring my hand to his hip, pull him closer to take him deeper.

Deeper.

It's too much. I nearly gag. But then that's not enough.

I swallow to relax my throat. My fingers dig into his skin. Again, I pull him closer.

Take him deeper.

Suck a little harder.

He presses his palm against my head, nudging me forward, commanding me.

I shouldn't like it.

But I do.

I let him guide me as I work him.