11. Chapter Eleven #3
My orgasm hits me hard and fast, and I barely have time to process it.
I grab his neck, growling out my release as I push him forward, hitting the back of his throat as I erupt without warning.
To his credit, he doesn’t startle or try to push me away, even though in the sliver of sanity left in my brain, I know I’m cutting off his airway.
But Jacob doesn’t choke or gag on my cock like I expect.
Instead, his hands find my asscheeks and he grips my cheeks hard, pushing me forward as he continues to suck and groan.
My vision is hazy as I look down, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows my cum.
Some spills out the side of his lips, and I groan because holy fuck…
that sight alone is going to get me hard again. Alcohol or not.
I pull my cock out of his mouth, the remnants of my release painting his lips, and I don’t miss the way he licks my cum off of them like it’s fucking icing.
I gaze down at him with wide eyes, my breath heavy, my heart in my throat.
“Sorry, Daddy,” he says, flashing those bright blue eyes at me so fucking innocently, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. “I couldn’t help myself.” His voice is dark, low. Deep.
But it’s not the words themselves that do me in. No.
It’s the way he says them so perfectly. So authentically. As if he’s never said them before, as if he’s saying them for the first time and the hundredth time all at once. I grasp his chin without thinking and force his face against my semi-soft cock. I thrust it against his lips.
“Is that so?” I ask, my voice tinged with the haze of too many glasses of champagne. My voice is as bleary as his pupil-blown gaze.
I tighten my grip on his jaw and push my cockhead between his lips once more. His voice is muffled as his tongue darts out to lick my slit.
I push my cock into his mouth and he opens for me without a fight, his body loose like thread underneath my grip. This…
This isn’t usually how things go, not even with Garrett. Usually once I come, I’m good. Spent. Ready to pass out.
Especially after a night of drinking. But there’s something about this man that has me flipping switches everywhere. Inside my brain, my cock, my heart.
God, I knew he was trouble. He’s going to fucking kill me, I can feel it. Because I’m not ready to end this perfect date with Prince Charming.
“I can’t hear you,” I bite as I thrust my cock into the back of his throat again. I watch his eyes flutter shut and he drops his hands from my asscheeks. And then I catch where they land. Right over his gleaming erection. My own throbs in response, knowing it’s because of me. Because he likes this.
He likes my command, my dominance.
His hand wraps around his cock and I smack it away. His mouth tightens on my cock, his surprise evident.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” I bite. “I told you, you can have whatever you want, but you have to be a good boy for me, Jacob, and listen to me. Good boys get rewards.”
I use one hand to hold his head in place so he can’t move it. So he’s stuffed with my cock and can’t speak.
“Do you understand?” I ask, my voice low and dark. He nods. His eyes are hazy and he looks up at me with an expression caught between interest and pain.
I like it more than I should.
I grip his hair. “Say it.”
I loosen my grip as my hand shakes. My cock throbs, once again fully erect.
Tears prickle Jacob’s eyes as I thrust into his throat as he tries to speak. His words come out muffled around my cock and I can feel his pulse race beneath my palm on his neck. I watch his cock, or more aptly the clear, sticky drips of precum sliding down his shaft as his cock twitches.
He wants this just as bad as I do.
Because he’s perfect.
“ Yes, Sir,” he says.
“Good boy,” I say as I pull out of his mouth, giving him a chance to breathe. I push him back onto the bed and he falls with ease.
I kneel between his legs and remove his shoes, and I’m not even embarrassed to admit it takes a few times for me to actually get them off completely and to remove his feet from his pants and underwear.
I crawl up his body on the bed, removing his shirt completely so that he’s completely naked before me.
I straddle his legs so he can’t move, but I’m not sure he could if he wanted to, judging by the way his chest is heaving and his pupils are still blown.
Not to mention his cock is weeping precum, and I have a feeling neither of us are going to last long, but I try not to think about that. I don’t usually come twice in a row. In fact, I’ve never done such a thing with another person before.
His hands slide up my chest and over my neck as he looks up at me with hazy eyes.
“I said I was sorry,” he whispers, but it’s not remorseful. It’s hopeful. It’s full of want and desire, and I realize all at once, this is what he wants.
I’d rather ask forgiveness than permission.
I grin at him as I settle my cock against his and keep my gaze trained on him as I offer him two fingers at his lips. I hold his gaze.
“Suck.”
I expect him to be a little brat—because if it wasn’t obvious to me before, it is now—but he doesn’t put up a fight.
He licks his lips and leans forward and wraps his perfect mouth around my fingers and sucks like a fucking vaccuum cleaner.
Hard. My cock throbs against his and I have to focus on not coming, which is a lot harder than it should be, all things considered.
“Good boy.”
He laves his tongue around my fingers, and I pull them out.
“Eyes on me, little prince,” I order, and he listens without protest.
I’ve never had someone so eager to submit to me before, and I know without a doubt, that’s exactly what he wants. To submit.
To me. The thought is more arousing than any kiss, any touch. Knowing he wants this. That he wants what I want to give him.
That he wants me.
Fuck, I could get used to this.
“I want to watch you when you get so close to the edge, you can barely stand it.”
I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand it, but I have to try. Because I don’t want this to end. I don’t want morning to take him away, and I know it will.
Because even now, I know this isn’t real. It’s an act, and a very, very fucking good one.
Though a part of me wants to believe this—this feeling, this energy between us—his cock throbbing and wet for me, his pulse racing because of my touch— that’s not an act. That’s truth in its most basic form.
You can fake a lot of things, but you can’t fake what turns you on.
You can’t fake that deep, intrinsic desire that lies within you.
You can’t fake what feels like the most natural thing in the world.
I know that better than most. Considering I’ve been pretending to be someone else all night for the sake of getting what I want, but now, here, with Jacob beneath me, I feel like the mask is off and I can finally just be me.
“Aaron—” The way he breathes my name is like a sin. It’s dark and beautiful and full of temptation.
I glide one finger along his seam, pressing lightly against his tight hole. He doesn’t tense, nor does he take his gaze away. He watches me just like I told him to.
“That’s a good boy. Keep those pretty eyes on me, baby.”
I press into his tightness, and he doesn’t flinch. His cock rubs against my stomach, leaving wet, sticky trails along my skin.
“I’m c–close,” he says, his voice strained and hazy from the ecstasy, the alcohol, and dare I say this untameable fire between us.
“You don’t come until I tell you to,” I say without thinking. His body shakes as I push the first finger inside of him and he groans. I watch as his eyes fall shut and feel his body tense.
“Do you understand?” I ask, sliding my finger out. He lets out a heavy breath, his wordless plea hanging in the air. I push my finger back inside, curling it just so I stroke his prostate and he nearly flies off the bed with a deep yelp.
“I said, do you understand?” I bite out, angling my lips above his. My cock slides against his as I stroke his prostate with my finger, working the second one in.
Jacob’s body trembles beneath me, and I relish in the feel, knowing he’s so close to the edge.
“Y–yes,” he says, his breath heavy. I pump my fingers in and out of him. Slowly. Stroke his prostate, my fingers pumping him with even thrusts until I see his eyebrows furrow and his lips break into a grimace. His entire body tenses.
“Please, Aaron—” his voice is strained, and I know he can’t hold it anymore. I stop, my fingers still buried in his tight, warm ass. His cock twitches against mine and I grind my own against him, seeking his warmth, his wetness.
“What do you want, little prince?” I taunt, grinding myself against him slowly. My fingers stay still and he whines.
“I want to come,” he groans.
“Are you going to be a good boy?” I ask as I kiss his jaw as I thrust my cock against him, knowing I’m not far off, either.
“Yes.” He cranes his neck to the side, giving me better access. I kiss the spot between his shoulder and his neck, biting and sucking as his breaths turn rapid.
“Promise?” I whisper in his ear. “Promise me you’ll be my good boy, Jacob.”
The words fall out of my mouth of their own volition. I can’t stop them, and they feel too good to take back.
“Promise,” he whispers back.
I grab both our cocks with my free hand, and I start to stroke us and he sucks in a deep breath. I curl my fingers in his ass, once again stroking that magic spot and I crush my mouth against his.
“Then come for me, baby,” I whisper against his lips. And because he’s so fucking perfect, he does. Just as I ask.
His entire body loosens beneath me and he moans, loud and clear as his tongue finds mine.
His legs shake and his hole tightens around my fingers as warm, wet cum spreads along my shaft and stomach and I come undone.
I get lost in the euphoria. His perfect mouth on mine, his cum sliding down my cock. His hole clenching my fingers.
Nothing and no one has ever felt so perfect.
Exhaustion hits me like a brick, and our heated kiss of ecstasy turns slow.
His body relaxes and I slide my fingers out of him, gripping his hip.
His cock softens against mine and I feel like I could pass out.
I roll off him, pulling him with me. He leans into my side with ease, resting his head in the crook of my neck.
“Good boy,” I whisper as I let the darkness drag me under.