pecs before swiping my tongue across it. His muscles tense under my lips as his hands move to my shoulders. I’m not sure if he’s restraining me or holding me in place. I trace my fingertips over the taught skin of his stomach. Again, his muscles tremble and tense under my touch, making me smile. I make my way down his body, until I’m cupping his now rigid cock through the thin material of his trackies. I slip my hand beneath his waist band and gently trace the length of him with my nail. He trembles a little, his reactions a perfect blend of pleasure and torment. I smile to myself, and flick my eyes up to find him looking at me with a shit eating grin on his face. What is it with men and their ‘I’m about to get laid face’. They have a total inability to play it cool.
“I can’t work out whether I’m distracting you, or you’re distracting me.” He smirks.
I shrug. “Both.” I yank his trackies and boxers down over his hips. His fingers tighten on my shoulders. I move off the stool and slowly drop to a crouch in front of him. His eyes never leave mine, and I’m gripped by their smouldering intensity. I find myself desperate for his touch. I kiss his stomach and trace my tongue between the ridges of muscle. I work my lips everywhere, except his cock. His hands move from my shoulders to my hair, where he pulls at my hair tie, freeing the strands. He grabs my hair up and wraps it around his wrist, yanking my head back. I can’t help but gasp at the force of it. He holds me there, him looking down at me whilst I look up the length of that fucking amazing body. I have to admit, the view is pretty epic. Every muscle in his body is tense, dominating, controlling, but we both know that I’m in control here. I own him and he fucking knows it.
“Don’t fucking tease me Lilly.” He growls through gritted teeth. I smirk at him and his eyes blaze.
“Don’t be so fucking impatient.” I snap back. He’s the epitome of pure man, all hormones and muscles. He loosens his grip on my hair slightly, but not enough for me to reach him. I stick my tongue out and just lick the end of his cock. It jerks and twitches immediately. I hear the breath hiss between his teeth, and now it’s me with the shit eating grin on my face. I grab his arse cheeks and pull him forward hard. He loses his balance and staggers forward a step. I instantly wrap my lips around the head of his cock, and he groans a string of curses. I love that I hold this much power over Theodore Ellis, a man who is the embodiment of power. I love that I can make him desperate. I can have him moaning my name and begging me. It’s the biggest fucking turn on.
I tip my head forward and allow his cock to slide down my throat. I flick my tongue across his bell end and he moans my name, though it sounds more like a prayer. I grip his balls in my hand and roll them between my fingers. His fingers wind through the strands of my hair, clenching and releasing aimlessly.
I drag my eyes up his body to find him watching me. He’s unhinged, out of control and on the edge…because of me.
“Fuck.” He groans as I start to work him faster. I want to watch him fall apart. His cock twitches in my mouth as he moans long and low. “I’m going to come!” He yells. That’s the cursory ‘if you want to bail now is your chance’. Pft, he knows me better than that. He lets out a hoarse shout and throws his head back. The muscles of his stomach pop as his torso clenches, and warm salty fluid hits the back of my throat. I swallow, and suck him dry, releasing his cock with a small pop.
“Shiiit!” He says. His legs buckle and he falls to the ground in a heap. He lays down on his back on the kitchen floor, eyes closed, cock still out and glistening in spit. Wow.
“Um, you okay?” I ask tentatively. I’m tempted to poke him to check he’s alive. Death by blow job. How poetic. Fitting really.
He grunts a response and I shrug. I get up and go make myself a latte,
“I can’t work out whether I’m distracting you, or you’re distracting me.” He smirks.
I shrug. “Both.” I yank his trackies and boxers down over his hips. His fingers tighten on my shoulders. I move off the stool and slowly drop to a crouch in front of him. His eyes never leave mine, and I’m gripped by their smouldering intensity. I find myself desperate for his touch. I kiss his stomach and trace my tongue between the ridges of muscle. I work my lips everywhere, except his cock. His hands move from my shoulders to my hair, where he pulls at my hair tie, freeing the strands. He grabs my hair up and wraps it around his wrist, yanking my head back. I can’t help but gasp at the force of it. He holds me there, him looking down at me whilst I look up the length of that fucking amazing body. I have to admit, the view is pretty epic. Every muscle in his body is tense, dominating, controlling, but we both know that I’m in control here. I own him and he fucking knows it.
“Don’t fucking tease me Lilly.” He growls through gritted teeth. I smirk at him and his eyes blaze.
“Don’t be so fucking impatient.” I snap back. He’s the epitome of pure man, all hormones and muscles. He loosens his grip on my hair slightly, but not enough for me to reach him. I stick my tongue out and just lick the end of his cock. It jerks and twitches immediately. I hear the breath hiss between his teeth, and now it’s me with the shit eating grin on my face. I grab his arse cheeks and pull him forward hard. He loses his balance and staggers forward a step. I instantly wrap my lips around the head of his cock, and he groans a string of curses. I love that I hold this much power over Theodore Ellis, a man who is the embodiment of power. I love that I can make him desperate. I can have him moaning my name and begging me. It’s the biggest fucking turn on.
I tip my head forward and allow his cock to slide down my throat. I flick my tongue across his bell end and he moans my name, though it sounds more like a prayer. I grip his balls in my hand and roll them between my fingers. His fingers wind through the strands of my hair, clenching and releasing aimlessly.
I drag my eyes up his body to find him watching me. He’s unhinged, out of control and on the edge…because of me.
“Fuck.” He groans as I start to work him faster. I want to watch him fall apart. His cock twitches in my mouth as he moans long and low. “I’m going to come!” He yells. That’s the cursory ‘if you want to bail now is your chance’. Pft, he knows me better than that. He lets out a hoarse shout and throws his head back. The muscles of his stomach pop as his torso clenches, and warm salty fluid hits the back of my throat. I swallow, and suck him dry, releasing his cock with a small pop.
“Shiiit!” He says. His legs buckle and he falls to the ground in a heap. He lays down on his back on the kitchen floor, eyes closed, cock still out and glistening in spit. Wow.
“Um, you okay?” I ask tentatively. I’m tempted to poke him to check he’s alive. Death by blow job. How poetic. Fitting really.
He grunts a response and I shrug. I get up and go make myself a latte,
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