Chapter 19
Ihold out the black silk tie that was in my drawer from a long-forgotten wedding I didn’t stay long at.
His eyes track the smooth material like it’s an animal I might let loose. “How many ties do you even own? I thought your wardrobe was strictly T-shirts two sizes too small and jeans that should not be allowed to make anyone’s ass look that good. Not a complaint, by the way. An observation.”
I try to be stoic. The corner of my mouth betrays me anyway.
“Come here,” I say.
He steps into my space without hesitation. I lift the silk and pause with it hovering over his eyes. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” he breathes, fast and honestly.
“Do you know the traffic light system?” I ask.
He rolls his eyes. “Yes, I know the traffic light system. Green means continue to Poundtown, yellow means slow your roll, and red means stop.
Always the smart ass.
I tie the knot softly at the back of his head. His shoulders roll once, like they’re learning a new movement. I skim my hands down his arms, over warm skin, lingering until his body settles.
“Full disclosure, I also really want to hump your muscles. I’m kinda obsessed with them. I also want to trace your tattoos with my tongue. I have a list.”
I chuckle. “I’ll make a note, but not tonight,” I tell him, amused and fond. “Maybe later, I’ll let you hump a very important muscle,” I growl.
“Tease,” he says with a breathy laugh.
I start undressing him slowly, because anticipation is what it’s all about, right?
My fingers slip under the hem of his tee, knuckles grazing warm skin as I push the fabric up.
He lifts his arms on instinct. I peel the shirt away and hear his breath hitch when I lean down and blow over his pebbled nipples. He shivers, and I feel it everywhere.
“Color?” I ask against his temple.
“Green,” he says, steady.
“Good.”
I slowly pull my shirt over my head before stepping out of my jeans and underwear, then I step up close, backing him toward the bed, and lean in to kiss him with measured movements—mouth, jaw, the place just below his ear that makes his knees reconsider their job.
When we reach the mattress, I guide him down and work at his belt.
The soft clink echoes in the quiet. He laughs once, a little wild, when I hook my fingers in his waistband.
“You’re very composed for someone undressing a national treasure,” he says.
“Mm. I’m focused,” I tell him, dragging the rest of his clothes off, pulling the denim and briefs over his hips and thighs, slow enough that his cock makes a dramatic “swack” when it springs free and hits his stomach.
I lean over him, pressing a hand to his chest to keep him grounded, then skim the other over his side, the flat of his stomach, the line of his thigh—everywhere but where he’s silently begging for. He arches, frustrated and sweet. His cockhead is already dripping.
“Dom, you are actually trying to ruin me.”
“Pretty sure that’s what you wanted, little mouse.”
Beckett nods his head vigorously, and his cheeks blush at the nickname.
He tests the dark as if it’s a new sense. His head turns to follow my breath and flinches when I ghost my mouth along his throat, settling when I flatten my hand over his heart. I change my pace on purpose: slow… slower… then a surprising press of my mouth to the hinge of his jaw.
“You know what my favorite part is?” I murmur.
“What?” His voice sounds wrecked.
“That you trust me enough to let go.” I kiss the corner of his mouth. “That you’re all in, even when you can’t see me.”
He swallows. “I can feel you.”
“Then hold on.” I kiss him like I’m putting it to memory, because I am, and slide down his body.
He clutches the sheets exactly like I told him to, hips searching in desperation for any kind of contact.
I answer his need with my mouth as I lick up the underside of his cock and then swallow him down all in one motion.
I begin the first of many assaults he’ll have to endure before the night is over.
His cock is perfect, smooth and hot against my tongue.
He’s been diminished to a puddle of want and need.
Incoherent words fill the room. I keep him on his toes by changing rhythm, teasing—fast, slow, fast, slow.
I keep him high on the edge and safe… and mine.
“Dom,” he says, breaking on my name. “I’m so close already.”
“I’ve got you,” I promise, reaching up to touch his cheek so he knows where I am. “If you need to slow down—”
“Don’t,” he begs, and then softer, like a secret. “Don’t.”
“Then count for me, little mouse. Every time you’re at the edge, I want you to count them off.”
“Oh my God… this is amazing,” he whispers to himself, excitement bubbling up.
I smile and shake my head.
I pick back up where I left off, sucking his cock, taking a minute to enjoy the weight on my tongue before quickly bringing him right back to the edge.
My cock strains against the stiff fabric of my jeans.
But I ignore my aching cock, just like I’m going to throughout the night.
He’s not the only one who likes to be edged.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck… One,” Beckett all but shouts, and I pop off.
I drag my lips up his damp skin until I’m right next to his ear. “Good boy,” I whisper.
He lets out a whimper, and it’s music to my ears. A song I want on repeat. Now that we have the first one out of the way, I can take my time even more.
“Onto your stomach, little mouse. I need to get at that ass of yours.”
He swallows thickly. “Yes, sir.”
In order to hide my chuckle, I flip him over and give his ass a sexy slap, making it bounce, all but putting me in a trance. An ass trance. Not sure if that’s a thing, but at the moment it’s a thing.
Beckett has the kind of body I could take apart piece by piece before putting him back together again, over and over, day after day.
I lean in, kissing a path up his spine until I can whisper in his ear.
“I can’t wait to sink into your tight hole.
” At the mention of his hole, I spread his cheeks and give it a light tap.
“This right here… mine!” I growl. “But first I want to taste you.”
With his ass in my hands, I lean in and drag my tongue over his puckered rim. He lets out another whimper, so I do it again and again, needing to pull those sweet sounds out of him. I work his hole open as I bury myself between his cheeks, licking and sucking.
My own cock is feeling angry and neglected, but I know what’s coming, so I tamp it down the best I can. His ass in the air makes his dick hang heavy between his thighs. I reach for it, giving it one long pull as I suck one of his balls into my mouth.
“Holy Mother of Mary! Fuck! Two! Two!” he shouts, and I immediately let go of his now raging purple cock.
His chest is heaving as he tries to come back down from his high, but I don’t let him get too comfortable before I’m flipping him onto his back. He lets out a little yelp at the sudden movement.
He doesn’t have time to protest before I take him all the way down again. His cock hits the back of my throat, and my nose presses against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. The salty precum is an explosion on my taste buds. An appetizer to the main course.
Beckett hisses in pleasure as his hips take on a gentle thrust, trying to grasp for some sort of control. But I don’t let him. I hold him down, leaving no choice but to surrender to my mouth. My finger circles his hole, teasing, making him shudder beneath me. I push in, and he goes off like a pop.
“Three!”
I pull off again, and this time I make a little game of it. How fast can I make him shout four? Turns out it doesn’t take long. I take his lips in a frantic and heady kiss, and my hand strokes his shaft, my thumb circling the head with each pass.
“Ahh, fuck. I can’t do it. I need to come. Please let me come. Take me over the edge.”
I feel his cock straining against my touch, and I let go. He lets out a frustrated groan.
“Say it, little mouse.”
“Four,” he finally says with clenched teeth. I almost feel bad for the guy… Naw, never mind.
“I don’t know if I can do it. I need to come. My whole world is spinning.”
“Enough to tell me the secret to your bacon?”
“Never!”
I chuckle.
“But I want you to fuck me, okay? Like slide that big cock up my hole and fuck me into the mattress.”
I growl close to his ear. “Coming right up!”
My cock is so fucking ready to get this show on the road.
With the groan of an old man, I reach over and pull open the drawer to my nightstand, tossing lube and a condom onto the bed.
“What was that?” he says through a huff of laughter. Of course he can’t just pretend he didn’t hear that, not with the blindfold heightening his senses.
I stand up, careful not to make a sound, and walk around to the other side of the bed.
“Where are…” Careful not to disclose my location, I lean in close.
“It’s not nice to tease the one who holds your orgasm, little mouse.”
He moans and thrashes around almost as if he’s in pain.
You and me both, baby.
I make my way back to the other side.
“S… sorry,” he pants.
“Sorry, what?” I say only inches from his lips.
“Sorry, sir.”
“Mmmm, good boy. Now what do you need, baby? Besides the obvious.”
“It’s been a while, and I’m wound tighter than a clam with lockjaw. So stretch me, but don’t fuck with me. You said…” Beckett sits up and counts his fingers, which looks ridiculous with his blindfold still on. “Four! By my count, it was four. And I’m pretty sure we’ve reached four, right?”
I untie the tie from behind his head, letting the silk fall between us. His forehead crinkles as his eyes adjust to the light. When I can tell I’m in focus, I raise a brow.
He swallows thickly. “Sir.”
I reach for the bottle of lube, adding a generous amount. He said it’s been a while, so out of precaution, I make sure his hole is extra nice and slick.
I crowd his body, hitching his leg over my hip as I slip my first finger in past the tight ring of muscle.
Beckett tenses. “Shhh, relax, baby. Relax that pretty hole for me.” I work my finger in and out, kissing him in hopes of distracting him, until I feel his body relax before adding a second.
He hisses at the stretch. “Breathe through the pain, little mouse. I’ve got you, and I promise you this will all be worth it in the end. ”
“Can I touch you?”
“Always.”
I let out a moan when his hand wraps around my cock as it finally gets some much-needed relief.
Now it’s time for me to stop holding back and let myself feel as he strokes my shaft.
In an effort to save myself from embarrassment, I capture his lips with mine.
The kiss starts slow, steady, the way I like things.
I savor the feeling, wanting to burn this moment into my memory.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I focus on not coming myself. I add a third finger.
“I need you. Please fuck me now. I’m good, I swear. I just… I just need you to fuck me.”
He tastes of mint and sweat… and something I shouldn’t need as much as I do.
“Little mouse?”
“Yeah?” he answers as if he just ran a marathon.
“You’re going to want a nice, good grip on the sheets.”
Pretty sure I hear an excited, “Yesssss.”
I tear open the wrapper of the condom, putting it on before I line my cock up with his hole.
Taking my time and pissing him off, I slowly sink into his hot channel.
When I finally bottom out, I hold my position.
He wiggles his ass in an attempt to make me move.
Control loosens its grip, and for once I let it, letting him pull me closer until there’s no space between us.
“Ugh, move, Dom. I need you to move. You fucking promised.”
I pull almost all the way out before slamming back into him. The moan he releases is desperate and needy.
“More,” he begs.
I answer his pleas with an onslaught of quick thrusts.
“Fuck, the way your ass hugs my cock. It’s perfect. It was made for me.”
I soon find my rhythm, and don’t let up until I can tell he’s right there.
“Are you ready to come?”
“Yes,” comes out in another desperate plea.
I wrap my hand around his thick cock. It takes only two strokes, and I feel his hot release spilling over my fist. The squeeze from him is all it takes to throw me over the edge, and my dick empties into the condom.
He laughs, breathless, and pulls me closer, and the rest is all heat and murmured yeses and the kind of kissing that turns the room into a blur around us.
“Still green?” I ask.
He nods, then grins like I hung the stars just to show off. “Neon.”
“Good.” I press my forehead to his. “Then let me keep taking care of you.”