15. Lowen
FIFTEEN
LOWEN
By the time I step inside the house, I want to tear my clothes off and rub on anything I can get my hands on. Oakley’s antics had me twisted in anticipation all damn day, and now he’s just minutes from showing up.
I hurry up the stairs to my suite, peeling my clothes off and slipping inside the bathroom to freshen up. He didn’t want me to take a shower, and even though I really want to, I’m more interested in complying with his request. I do spritz some fragrance on and brush my teeth though.
Returning to the bedroom, I crawl into my bed and splay myself out on the bedding, listening for signs that he’s entered the house. He might encounter Stewart, who left around eight to come home and do some of his own work, but he usually lingers in their suite.
Just minutes later, I hear the heavy steps coming up the wood stairs and my stomach flutters. I blow out a breath and try to relax, but my cock is already twitching. There’s a soft rapping at my door, then it opens and Oakley says, “I’m here, kitten.”
I don’t say anything, knowing he’ll come find me where he told me to be. When he enters my bedroom, he pauses, his eyes heating as he takes in my naked form.
“Even better than I imagined.”
“You wanted me naked and waiting. Here I am.”
Oakley peels his shirt over his head, revealing that hairy, muscular chest, and flicks the button on his jeans open as he stalks toward me.
“I’m dying to get my hands on you again.”
The growl in his voice goes straight to my dick, and as I roll to my side, indulging in the sight of his body as he quickly disrobes, there’s no hiding that I’m just as excited as he is.
I thought he’d crawl into bed with me, but I’m not expecting what he does next. At the edge of the bed, he slowly sinks to his knees and clasps his hands behind his back.
“What are you doing?”
“You promised to fuck my mouth, kitten. I said I’d get on my knees for you and I meant it.”
“Fuck,” I whisper as my heart flutters in my chest.
“Do you know how hard it was to focus on my work knowing I’d get the pleasure of tasting your pretty cock again?” He licks his lips. “Come on, gorgeous. I need you.”
I clamber onto my knees and crawl to the edge of the bed where he’s kneeling. “I-I’m in charge?”
“If you want to be.” He presses a kiss to my thigh. “Lowen, you can have anything you want from me.”
“Oh.” That’s a heady statement. So what do I want? Do I want to try my hand at being the dominant one or… A shiver moves down my spine, drawing a soft whimper from me.
“What is it, kitten? Talk to me.”
“I don’t know the words to use.”
He unhooks his hands and moves them to my waist, rubbing softly. “We can work through it.”
I nod, grazing my bottom lip with my teeth. “I guess I don’t know how to…” I shrug. “I’m always in a charge in life, so I’m really fucking confused right now about why this feels so foreign.”
“Hey.” Oakley brushes his fingers under my chin. “I’ve got you, remember?”
I nod, gazing into his accepting eyes.
“Could you…” The words fall away as my voice shakes, so I blow out a breath to calm my nerves. Oakley waits quietly for me to find my composure and the words to explain what I really want right now. After a moment, I nod. I’m just gonna fucking say it.
“Make me.”
His eyelids flutter as his lips part. “Make you what, kitten?”
“Make me fuck your throat. Make me take what I want from you.” I clutch his shoulders. “Make me.”
Oakley grips the front of my throat with just enough force to send tendrils of heat spreading through me. “Get on your feet, kitten. Right in front of me.”
I scramble to do as he asks, taking a second to balance myself on shaky legs. My cock bounces in front of his mouth, and he licks his lips before shifting his gaze to my face.
“I’ve wanted this all day, and now you’re mine.” His hands move to the backs of my thighs and up to my ass, kneading the flesh. “You’re going to be a good little kitten and fuck my mouth until you come, then keep fucking it until I come. You can stop when I tell you. Got it?”
I can barely catch my breath from the sheer excitement coursing through me. “What will you do if I stop?”
“Hmm, excellent question.” He grazes his teeth across my belly. “Maybe I’ll pull you onto my lap and spank your gorgeous little ass.”
I scoff at the audacity of such an idea even as precum dribbles from my cock. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.” He squeezes my ass cheeks again. “And maybe while I have you there, I’ll finger your pretty hole. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, kitten? You want me inside you, invading every part of you, until there’s no more fight left.”
My breath catches, my emotions caught between wanting to push him away and hide behind the wall I’ve built and wanting to fall to my knees and beg him to make that true.
“You’re not ready yet,” he continues, “I know, but someday you will be. Because you know I’m safe for you. I adore you, and I might not be the smartest man in the world, but I’m not dumb enough to fumble you.”
“Oakley…”
“So tonight, kitten—” He brushes his lips over my belly. “—tonight, you’re gonna do as I’ve asked of you or you’re gonna get a spanking.”
My thoughts spiral as if they’re caught in the wind. There’s too much to sort through so I push them down and focus on the man in front of me, finding my voice.
“Open your mouth, Oakley.”
A sexy grin spreads across his lips. “That’s my kitten.”
He puts his hands behind his back again and opens his mouth, dutifully waiting for my next move. I hesitate though. Not that I don’t want to be sucked by him, I do, but I’m quickly realizing that being the one in charge in the bedroom isn’t lighting me up at all.
Before I can say anything though, Oakley swings his hands up, grips my hips, and pulls me forward, sliding my cock straight down his throat.
“Oh!”
He sucks me so thoroughly and so well that all I can do is try to breath and hold his shoulders for balance. His fingers roam across my ass, and I clench in response, wishing he really would bend me over and slide his fingers inside me.
Oh fuck. I want his cock inside me. I do. But fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m not emotionally ready to pull that particular door off its hinges.
He moves a hand under my balls, massaging them as he sucks, and slowly I find my footing, pumping my hips to meet his hungry swallows around my length. His nose rubs against my minimal pubes, and I look down to see the happiness in his eyes having my whole cock down his throat.
I twist my fingers in his hair, tugging gently, and he nods, silently encouraging me. Okay, I can do this. I need to. I want to come so bad and it’s not happening unless I see this through. Putting my hands on either side of his head, I hold him steady and thrust down his throat.
He lets out delicious moans and grumbly noises as I fuck his mouth, desperately chasing the orgasm I’ve needed since he stole my panties hours earlier, torn between the need to come and the curious desire to edge myself and see if he’d really spank me if I stopped.
Curiosity wins and I tear myself away and move out of his reach. Shock registers on his face for just a second before he tilts his head.
“Oh really?”
Breathing hard, I nod. “I don’t think you’ll do it.”
“I think you underestimate me.” He gets to his feet and my stomach flutters. His cock is so thick and hard that it makes my mouth water. “You sure you want to push me?”
“No man has ever spanked me. Are you brave enough to try it?”
“Oh, kitten, I’m the bravest man you’ve ever met.”
I tear off, running past him out of the bedroom, but he’s quickly behind me, looping an arm around my waist and lifting me off my feet. I squeal with delight and surprise. He has no trouble manhandling me like I’m nothing more than a rag doll.
He plops us down on the couch, and even as I laugh, gazing into his eyes glimmering with happiness, he gently grips my chin.
“Red means stop, remember?”
I nod, grabbing his hand and sucking his index finger into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he moans. “The way you’ve got me so wrapped up in you.”
That statement is sobering, but I don’t have time to poke at it further. Oakley flips me over on his lap so I’m sprawled across him. I have to use my hands on the floor to balance myself as he massages my ass.
“Fucking beautiful,” Oakley whispers. “Every damn inch of you is stunning.”
“Oak—” My words fall away as he brings his hand down and a sharp sting of pain vibrates through me. I’m too shocked to say anything, but he demands it.
“Color.”
“What?”
“Color, kitten. Red or green?”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I whimper. “Green.”
He spanks me again on the other cheek and I yelp as my cock swells even more.
“Don’t you dare come either,” Oakley says, rubbing my ass where he spanked. “That’s mine.”
“Oh god.”
“Color.”
“Green until I say otherwise.”
“Mm, good kitten.”
He switches off spanking me on each cheek, varying the strength of his blows, and even as my ass cheeks burn and sting, I want more. More, more, more.
Oakley pulls my cheeks apart, and my hole clenches when exposed to the air. “Fuck,” he grunts.
“Is it pretty too?” I ask.
“You know it is.”
“Maybe I want to hear you say it.”
Instead of speaking, he bends his head and flicks his tongue there, brushing my already tender skin with his beard. I shudder as precum pools at my tip.
“I could live here,” Oakley whispers, dragging a finger over my hole. “Right here, between your legs forever.”
“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, please.”
He presses his finger harder, spreading his saliva, and then with only the tip, he breaches me.
“Oh god, Oakley.”
“Color.”
“Green,” I moan, almost sobbing. “Greeeen.”
Removing his fingertip, he spreads me apart more and licks into my crease, then his finger is back, pushing into me. The sting is sharp and delicious, making my cock twitch and swell even more.
“Oakley…”
“Shh, kitten, I’ve got you.”
He slides his finger in farther, tickling and stretching my insides while I writhe on his lap, aware of his erection beneath me but unable to reach it.
I’m near the point of falling over the edge, but he told me not to, so I resort to begging.
“Please, Oakley. Please let me come. I need it.”
“Hmm.” He twists his finger inside me, drawing a gasp from me. “Have you learned your lesson? Now you know if you push, I’ll do exactly what I said I would do.”
“Yes. I learned, dammit.”
Oakley chuckles. “I’ll show you mercy, kitten, but only because I want to taste you.”
With way too much ease, he rolls me over so I’m facing up now, then he scoots out from beneath me. I’m expecting him to get on the floor and suck me or something like it, but he bends down and lifts me up, holding me in his arms.
“What are you doing—” I gasp as he hoists me up, his hands under my ass supporting my weight so that my cock is even with his mouth, draping my legs over his shoulders. Thank goodness for tall ceilings.
He sucks me into the moist heat of his mouth and I start to collapse with relief but remember I’m suspended in air, his hands on my back for support. I squeeze my legs around his head and hold on for balance as he sucks me like both our lives depend on it.
It only takes a few seconds for the dam of tension that’s been building all day inside me to burst, and I come with a shout as Oakley sucks my spasming cock, milking every drop from me. But as he promised, he doesn’t show me any mercy. He keeps sucking me, even as I squirm and push on his head.
He loosens his grip on me slightly, and just as I think he’s going to release me, he flips me upside down, presenting his engorged cock to me. Okay, I can handle this. I grab it with both hands, stroking and sucking, but he continues to keep me in his mouth, swirling his tongue over my softening cock and balls until he swells and the first sticky rope of cum pulses down my throat.
He grunts my name and bites my thigh as I suck him through his release, then he pulls me off him and gently lays me down on the sofa, sinking to the floor next to me.
We fall into blissful silence while we both come down from that epic high, but then he lifts my hand and kisses the back of it.
“Thank you for trusting me.”
My throat tightens and I have to swallow down the tidal wave of emotions coming at me. Fear, defensiveness, need, affection—all those emotions swirl together, unable to stand on their own.
I manage the truth though. “Thank you for pushing me.”
He smiles, leaning his head back on the sofa with his eyes closed. Oakley is special, and I’d have to be an idiot not to see it. He deserves so much more than I can give him, but am I a selfish jerk for wanting to keep this anyway?
“Can I tell you something, Oakley?”
“Anything, kitten.”
“It’s about what Sam said to me earlier.”
He opens his eyes, turning his head to see my face. “Okay.”
“He said you’re the best guy he’s ever known.”
Oakley nods.
“And that I had no reason to be jealous of him because any fool could see that all your attention is mine.”
Oakley’s expression is neutral. “How did it feel to hear that?”
“Scary,” I admit. He starts to speak, but I put my fingers over his lips. “And good. Really fucking good, because I agree with Sam. You’re a remarkable person, and I know I’m lucky.”
He pulls my fingers from his lips. “Why is it scary?”
“I don’t want to get hurt again, and I don’t want to be the man who hurts you. I would never forgive myself.”
Oakley holds my hand, lifting it to brush his lips over it. “We’re just having fun, Low. It doesn’t have to be more than that. Obviously, I’m into you, but my eyes are wide open. I know where you stand, and I respect it. I’ll never push you for more than you’re willing to give me.”
“But how is that fair to you?”
He smiles. “You’re not holding me hostage, kitten. I’m here willingly. Don’t worry about me. I’m good. So damn good.”
“Okay.”
“If all you want to do is fuck and suck, I can do that.”
“And…” My chest tightens with the words I’m holding in, but I have to know. “If I want more than that?”
“Say the word, beautiful,” he whispers, gazing into my eyes. “I’d be proud to be your man.”
“And if you find out that I’m a mess on the inside?”
“I renovate messes for a living. I can handle it.”
“You might be too good for this world, Oakley.”
“Or I might be perfect for you, kitten.” He kisses my hand again. “You’re not ready though, and there’s no rush. I’ll be here. For now, we’ll have fun, and we’ll get through next week together.”
He’s right. I’m not ready, but for the first time in a long time, I’d like to be.