12. Oakley
TWELVE
OAKLEY
A plan forms in my head as I slowly remove Lowen’s socks, then his pants, then straddle his hips to peel him out of his sweater. He’s quiet, but his eyes are loud as they follow all my movements, pleading with me to give him what I promised.
If I stop and think about all the men who handed him the bricks to build the wall around his heart, I’ll lose my boner, so I shove those thoughts away and focus on his pleasure. He’s splayed out on my bed and suddenly I wish I had better bedding. This shit isn’t worthy of his beauty.
I drag my hand from his neck to his chest, swirling a fingertip around his areola and nipple. My cock swells when he drags in a ragged breath and squirms. I’ve never considered myself a Dom, but if Lowen needs me to take charge, I’ll do my absolute best.
Scooting down, I rub my hands over his thighs, avoiding the lure of his silky black panties. I can see through them, and my mouth waters at the sight of his slender cock and smooth balls peeking through the lace.
“You look so pretty, kitten.”
His expression softens slightly but he doesn’t say anything.
“I’ve been thinking all day about what I’d do if you let me touch you again.”
“What did you come up with?”
“Oh, it’s a surprise.”
He huffs like he’s frustrated, but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips. “Patience isn’t one of my virtues, you know?”
“Hmm, well you should try.” I lift his leg and brush my lips across his thigh before dragging kisses along his calf to his ankle.
As his body heats, his scent wafts around us—floral, but in an earthy, sexy way, with a hint of sweetness. I want to know what he uses so I can make sure he has a lifetime supply of it.
“You smell good,” I murmur into his skin. “I want to eat you.”
“So eat me.”
Chuckling, I nod. “I think I will.” As I study his face, I devise a plan to unravel him and see how far I can take us. “But not until I’m ready.”
He raises a perfectly arched eyebrow, opening his mouth as if he plans to object, but he doesn’t say anything.
“How important are these panties to you?”
He shivers beneath me, swallowing hard. “Not very.”
“That’s good. They might not make it through the night.”
His cock jerks as I drag my hand down his belly.
“That’s fine.”
I laugh again at his composed response, completely at odds with his physical reaction to me.
“What kind of cologne do you wear?”
Lowen’s brow creases. “Why?”
“Because I like it and I want to know.” I nibble his thigh. “It’s unique.”
“It’s a custom scent from a perfumery in Paris.”
“That’s why it’s unique. It’s just for you?”
He nods. “Glad you appreciate it.”
“Oh, I do.” I tickle his belly button with my fingertip. “You should probably know a few things about me.” I slide my hands under him and tug him forward until his ass is resting on my thighs. He’s at an angle now, with his hips raised and his head on the mattress.
I notice how his fingers twist in my comforter but his face remains impassive. “I’m listening.”
“I have a lot of patience and an equal amount of stamina.”
He nods, but his eyes heat.
“I love dirty talk.”
He tries to fight his smile. “Noted.”
“And I don’t want to admit how many times I’ve fantasized about having you in my bed, but now that I do, I’m gonna make the most of it.”
He looks surprised for a second until he blinks it away. “Big words.”
I love that he still has a little fight in him, but before I’m done, he’s gonna be a whimpering mess covered in cum.
“I can deliver,” I say. Leaning forward, I grip his chin, my cock brushing against his taut belly. “Now you be a good little kitten and take what I give you.”
A glint of defiance flashes in his eyes. “Don’t expect me to call you Daddy.”
I huff a laugh at that. “I don’t want to be your Daddy, gorgeous.”
“What do you want to be?”
Everything. I have to bite back a response he’s not ready to hear yet. “Just the guy who makes you feel good.”
Sliding my hand under his neck, I scoop him up and kiss him hard enough to leave him gasping softly to catch his breath, then I drop him, smiling as he bounces on my mattress. Next I run my hands up and down his supple thighs. There doesn’t seem to be a strand of hair on them, and I wonder how he keeps his skin so smooth, but I’ll ask another time. Right now, I have a tightly wound angel to unravel.
I buy myself a little time to formulate a plan by kissing along the inside of his thigh, recalling a video I used to watch on repeat years ago where one guy edged the other for what seemed like hours.
Yes. That’s what Lowen needs. He needs to get to the point of begging to come.
With my hands cupping his ass, I lift his body up until I can kiss and nibble his cock through the panties, keeping my eyes fixed on his face. Then I balance him and tug the panties to the side so I can drag my tongue along his crease.
“Fuck,” he murmurs.
“Legs on my shoulders, gorgeous.”
I help him get into position, and with his legs spread and his ass and cock on display in front of me like a buffet, I dive in, licking into his ass but ignoring his balls even as they brush against my nose. Until the day he lets me fuck him, there’s really nothing I’d rather do than tongue fuck this man into oblivion.
I lap at his hole, aware of how he clenches and the sound of his soft moans and whispers of my name.
“Your hole tastes like candy, kitten.” I glance at his face as I talk. His eyes are closed and his fists are clenched in my bedding. “I could spend lifetimes between your legs, getting you nice and soft and wet so you could take all this cock.”
Lowen grunts, bucking his hips.
“Patience, kitten. I’ve got you.”
He huffs but seems to relax as he cracks his eyelids open to gaze up at me. “Mean.”
Chuckling, I nip the inside of his thigh. “I’ve barely started.”
He flicks his pretty pink tongue across his lips, tempting me to abandon my cause and spend the night tasting his kiss, but I’ve committed to this. I have to see it through.
I bend over his body, keeping him in place as I nuzzle his balls and stretch to reach the bottle of lube on my nightstand. He watches my every move, already looking debauched with his lips parted and his perfect hair messed up.
Once I’ve got the lube close by, I drop it on the mattress and indulge in Lowen’s ass again, dipping my tongue as deep as it can go inside his tight hole. He wiggles and moans, but does his best to stay still, until his hand moves up to rub his cock.
I push it away and bite his thigh. “Uh-uh, kitten. That’s mine. You’ll come when I’ve earned it.”
“When you’ve earned it?”
“Mm-hmm. If I do my job right, my reward is a mouthful of your cum.”
“Jesus, your mouth.”
I nibble his balls. “What about my mouth?”
“It’s fucking perfect,” he admits, for once not masking his expression.
I lower him to the bed and crawl up his body to taste his kiss, but I slowly move his arms above his head. “Keep your arms up here or everything stops.”
His eyes go wide and he looks downright offended for a second, but then he nods, relaxing beneath me. “I won’t move an inch.”
“We’ll see.”
I kiss my way back down his body, leaving a trail of pink skin from my beard. When I get to his belly button and swirl my tongue inside it, I get a hint of sweetness that can’t possibly be natural.
“Did you put something sweet and tasty on before you came over, kitten?”
“No.”
I lift my head to gaze down at his face, noting the devious smile on his lips. “No?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about. Why would I anoint my body for you when I was only expecting a fashion show?”
“It’s a mystery.”
Not gonna lie, I’m flattered as fuck that he made himself nice and tasty for me. That means he wants this as much as I do. With renewed vigor, I settle between his legs, and this time, I tug his panties down to reveal just the tip of his cock, dragging my tongue over it as I watch his expressions.
He closes his eyes and exhales with what sounds like relief. I can only imagine how long he’s been holding back. How lucky am I to be the one to take him apart?
I suck him deeper, massaging his balls and circling his hole without breaching him, and he responds by spreading his legs as wide as they’ll go. With his dick down my throat, I can feel him swelling and jerking, and I hope I time it perfectly.
His moans cause my own cock to twitch, spilling precum on the blankets, but when he releases another sticky strand on my tongue, I pull back and squeeze the base of his cock just before he can shoot.
He groans like he’s in pain, squirming on my bed. “Oh come on.”
I chuckle, moving up to suck on his nipples, which earns me another glorious moan, before I claim his mouth in another heated kiss. He gives it right back to me though, sucking my tongue then biting into my bottom lip hard enough that it stings.
“Are you being a brat, kitten?”
He scoffs, attacking my mouth as best he can without using his arms. He has no idea how hard this is for me, but this isn’t about my pleasure. It’s all about his.
I break the kiss and suck on his neck, holding his chin. “I’d love to mark up all this flawless skin of yours with love bruises. You’d hate it though.” I focus on his face. “Would you hate it?”
Lowen swallows hard but his cheeks flush a beautiful shade of deep pink. “I’m not in charge, am I?”
Tilting my head, I search his eyes for the true meaning behind his words. I think he’d tell me if he really didn’t want something, but how can I be sure? “Maybe we should’ve had a safeword before we started.”
“It’s not too late. Red is stop, green is go.”
“Perfect.” I grip his chin again, turning his head to expose his neck, and then I dive in, sucking his soft flesh into my mouth.
“Greeeennn,” he moans. “Oh fuck, green.”
Such a simple, innocent word destroys my restraint, and I suck harder until I’m positive from the metallic taste on my tongue that I’ve left my mark. Then I move on, covering his neck and collarbone, aware of how he rubs his hard, sticky cock on my stomach while I make sure everyone who sees him tomorrow will know he was worked over.
“I can’t wait for the day you ask me to fuck you,” I whisper as I nibble his earlobe. “It’s gonna feel so amazing to be inside you, Low.”
He moans, then exhales sharply.
“You want to feel my thick, pierced cock in that sweet little hole of yours, kitten? You know I’m gonna make you ask for it so I know for sure you want me as much as I want you.”
“Fuck,” he whispers, bucking his hips. “This is torture.”
“Uh-huh, baby, this is pleasure. More than you can stand.”
I kiss my way down his body and swallow his cock again, moaning around his length as his sweet, salty taste explodes on my tongue. I bring him to the edge again, then move up to gaze down at his face.
He narrows his eyes, looking like the spicy kitten he is. “I’ll give you anything you want if you let me come.”
I tickle his balls. “Anything?”
He nods, his jaw set. “Anything.”
“Hmm.” I grind my cock against his as I hover over him. “I have an idea, but I’ll ask for it later. As long as you promise that when I ask, I can have it.”
“That’s ambiguous.”
“You said anything.” I bend down and briefly kiss him, smiling as he lifts his head to chase the kiss. “What if I promise it won’t embarrass you and it’ll be fun? I’d never do anything you wouldn’t like.”
“When will I find out what it is?”
“When I’m ready,” I say. The scowl on his face is comical. “That’s part of the fun.”
“If I agree, you’ll end this torture?”
“Yep.”
“Fine. I agree. Just please, let me come.”
“Say my name, kitten. Ask me to let you come.”
His lips part as a sweet whimper escapes and he nods. “Please, Oakley. Please let me come.”
“I’d love to.”
I tear at the delicate lace of his panties, ripping them off as he gasps, then I dive in, sucking his cock with everything I’ve got until he’s writhing and crying out my name, chanting “please” over and over until he stiffens and clamps his thighs around my head.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, his cock swelling and pulsing down my throat.
My mouth fills with his sweet, mild cum, and I reach down to stroke myself until I’m right on the edge myself. I get to my knees and finish myself off, spraying my release all over his cock and belly, which apparently he likes, based on the loud moan.
“Can I move my arms?” he asks breathlessly.
“Yeah.”
He reaches down and drags his fingers through my cum decorating his cock, then sucks them clean. My cock flinches in response, dribbling another few drops of cum.
“Fuck, kitten. You are so damn hot.”
I collapse next to him, draping an arm over his chest, unsure how much closeness he wants right now. If it were up to me, I’d tangle our bodies until it was hard to tell where one of us ended and the other began.
We lie in silence for several minutes, only the sound of our breaths filling the room. I brace myself for what’s next, aware that Lowen might be guarded after letting himself go like that.
“I could use some water,” he says.
“I’ll get you some.”
“No. We’ll go together.”
“Okay.”
He doesn’t make an attempt to move, so I don’t either, but I’m dying to know what’s going on in that pretty, complicated head of his.
“Oak?”
“Yeah?”
He rolls to his side so he’s facing me. His eyes are soft, vulnerable, and there’s a sweet smile on his lips. “Thanks.”
It’s a simple word, but loaded with so much. I nod. “My pleasure, kitten.” I pinch his chin. “Are you hungry? We can order in?”
And there it is—the desire to run. It’s all over his face.
“We don’t have to talk about anything,” I say. “It’s just a meal.”
He nods. “Yeah, um, I could eat. You can show me your plans for the project in New Onyx.”
Good kitten. “I’d love to.”