Chapter 4 #2
My reaction to that sharp command is instantaneous.
My balls draw up, and for a horrific moment, I think I’m going to come.
I grab my cock at the base, squeezing hard.
When the moment has passed, I slowly lower myself to my hands and knees.
My cock bobs and the breeze from the open window tickles my skin.
If someone had told me that crawling to a man would be this erotic, I’d have laughed in their face. But at this moment, my pulse is thundering in my ears, and I have to breathe deeply to stop myself from panting as I crawl across the carpet towards him.
He watches me, his eyes intent and never missing a thing. I’m rewarded when the hand on his thigh moves, and he presses it against his cock. He hisses, and I watch avidly as his head thumps back against the back of the chair, his eyes sliding closed as he savours his pleasure.
Reaching his feet, I kneel, putting my hands on his thighs and watching as he arches into his own touch. I’m moving before I realise what I’m doing. I surge up and kiss him, grinding my lips against his.
He goes stock still, and I falter, pulling away. His face is startled. “Sorry,” I whisper. “I?—”
My words die away as he seizes my head in his big hands and pulls me back, taking my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue surging into my mouth.
I let out a choked whine and press tighter against him as our tongues duel.
His hands lower, skimming over my back before grabbing handfuls of my arse and pulling me close.
The fact that he’s still fully clothed while I’m naked is almost unbearably hot.
We kiss as if we’ve been ravenous for fucking years and finally stumbled across a meal.
Kissing has always seemed like something I’d do with a date, and now I know I was right to think that because it’s scarily intimate and so fucking hot to have his taste in my mouth and feel his rushed breaths hitting my face.
Loud breathing and moans fill the room, and I struggle to get closer and closer still.
His hands tighten on my arse and then they slowly fall away.
I force my eyes open, struggling to focus.
All I want to do is let him take over. My head falls back slightly, and I make a soft sound of protest, but he ignores me.
His lips are swollen from our kisses, but his expression is once more controlled.
I wonder if he’s mad that I took the initiative.
He pushes me away gently. “I’m sure you know what to do now.” He settles back into his chair like a king, chin lifted, hands graceful and steady on the chair’s arms. With his dark hair and electric blue eyes, he looks like a lord of the underworld.
Holding his intense gaze is hard, but I slowly reach out and flick open a button on his shirt—and then another and another while we stare into each other’s eyes. Our rushed breathing is the only sound in the room as I pull the shirt open and greedily examine his chest.
He’s very pale, his skin like moonlight, and his chest is hairless. A thin, black, silky trail travels from his belly button to his trousers. He’s slim and very fit for a businessman, his abs defined and his chest wide.
I trace one finger across his skin, watching his nipple lift and tighten.
It’s pale pink, like the inside of a shell, and I lean in and lick it as delicately as a cat.
His breath catches, and he arches up, a betraying movement that pleases me, so I do it again and then suckle at the nub, licking and biting it until a moan is torn from him.
The sound is harsh and makes my heart beat like it’s coming out of my chest.
I move to his other nipple and do the same, listening to his heavy breathing and the odd catch in his throat. When I sit back, his nipples are hard and engorged. I blow across them, watching his chest rise and fall, and then start to press kisses down his abs.
“Can I leave a mark?” I whisper, tonguing at his ribs and suckling the thin, stretched skin there.
“Mmm. Do that again.” I oblige, and he chokes out a gasp. “Yes, do it.”
I breathe in, trying to calm myself as I start to press stinging kisses across his torso, sucking the skin into my mouth and nipping gently hickeys into the skin until the red marks stand out stark against his paleness. “God,” I whisper fervently, and he grunts as if agreeing with my statement.
My cock is painfully hard, but I ignore it, focusing instead on the man beneath my hands.
His dick is a hard bar behind the fabric of his trousers, thrusting against the expensive fabric in an obscene way.
I kiss lower on his torso, licking the hairs leading down.
His hips are narrow, and his position has pulled his trousers down slightly so I can see the grooves of his hips.
There isn’t a spare inch of flesh on him.
I kiss above the belt buckle, biting the skin as I press hard on his cock.
He grunts. “Fuck. That feels good. Do it again.”
I quickly rush to obey, surging back up to suck on a nipple as I press his cock with a firm hand. He feels huge and his legs open as he pushes into my touch.
“Enough,” he suddenly snaps. He leans back and spreads his legs farther. “Suck me.”
I nod, unable to think of anything smart to say. My mouth is watering, and frantic need runs under my skin like an electric current. The room has faded, and all I can see is him.
I reach down and unzip his trousers, swallowing hard at the bulge under the black briefs.
Spreading the placket of his trousers wide open, I suck and lick at his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear, watching the fabric dampen with his precome and my saliva.
I bite gently, checking his reaction, but he just groans in pleasure, his face blind.
My own cock throbs like a toothache, its pulsing echoing the blood rushing through my body.
Suddenly, I can’t wait. I need his bare cock in my mouth.
I pull down his briefs, and gulp when his cock rears up instantly.
It’s long and wide, the skin on it silky looking and as pale as the rest of his body.
The only hint of colour is the red juicy head glistening where his foreskin has pulled back.
“Yummy,” I say hoarsely. Leaning in, I lick from the base to the tip and then take the crown in my mouth to suck hard. His taste fills my mouth, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Unable to stop myself, I thrust wildly into the air, wishing for some pressure—any pressure—on my aching dick.
His hand comes down, cupping my skull and pushing me down his length until I gag. Incredibly, the discomfort brings me only pleasure, his firm touch making me hot.
“Take it all,” he says in a goading voice.
My cock pulses and I squeeze it, the note of pain staving off my desire to come.
I pull away, and he keeps his hands on my head.
I lean down, taking him all the way again, bobbing on his cock and sucking hard.
The slurping noises are obscene in the quiet room.
I knead his hips and then slide my palms over his torso, revelling in his silky skin.
I make the blowjob deliberately sloppy with my spit.
I like receiving sloppy blowjobs myself, and given the deep groan that’s torn from him, I’d say he’s of a similar mind.
I come off his cock with a pop, a loop of precome stretching from his dick to my lips.
I lick them, loving his sharp, tangy taste.
When I look up, he’s watching me, his eyes heavy-lidded with a hot, restless gleam.
Holding his gaze, I nose in at the root of his cock greedily inhaling the rich smell of him there.
Then I lift his balls and take one into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he whispers, fisting his cock. It’s wet and visibly throbbing, the colour an angry red. I hum gently around the soft flesh in my mouth.
I rise up farther on my knees, knocking his hand away from his cock, hot to get that hard flesh in my mouth again.
I take him in, swallowing the tart early seed, aware of his hands clutching the chair, the knuckles white.
The fact that he’s not touching me is incredibly hot.
I’m servicing him on my knees, and he’s lying back and taking it.
I redouble my efforts, taking a breath before taking him down my throat. He’s too big to completely deep throat, so I twist my hand around the base, jacking him as I suck with a hard pull, the muscles in my throat working.
He grunts, and the sound is so mean and base, that I writhe wildly, wishing I had my hand free to masturbate or a Fleshlight to fuck. I moan at the thought, and he groans out a heartfelt, “ Fuck. ”
He’s getting close, his movements becoming more urgent.
The break in his control is thrilling, and I suck harder, kneading his balls.
I wish I could push my finger into his hole, but the angle is all wrong.
He’s panting now, and I feel him swell in my mouth, the taste of come tart and wonderful.
He suddenly arches up off the chair, his narrow hips lifting as he pushes into my mouth, and I look up to see his face contort as he comes down my throat.
I swallow frantically, gulping it down as he rides out his orgasm with small thrusts. Then he subsides back into the chair, panting, his face wet with sweat.
The sight of this powerful man at my mercy is so lush that my cock throbs painfully, reminding me that I haven’t come. I rest my face on his hip, whining without meaning to, and feel him go still. I open my mouth to say sorry, but then he says, “You can come.”
I make a grateful sound and take my dick into my hand. Fisting it, I start a fast movement, shoving into the tight clasp of my fingers.
“Look at me.”
The command is quiet but forceful. My head flies up, and our eyes catch and hold. His eyes are very blue in the lamplight.
“Come now,” he orders, and I cry out as he puts his foot on my cock and presses down gently. The pressure makes my eyes cross, and I immediately come, jetting into my hand and over the floor in creamy spurts that fill the room with the acrid scent of sex.
For a long few moments, I rest against him, breathing hard and hearing his echoed, rushed breaths. Then he shifts, pushing me back gently, and I become aware that my head is resting on his knee.
“Sorry,” I say hoarsely.
He stands up, zipping his fly, and I realise that even though he never even took his clothes off, that was still singlehandedly the sexiest episode of my life.
He straightens his suit with graceful movements and then walks into the bathroom. I hear the sound of water running, and then he appears again, drying his hands on a towel. He tosses another one to me, and I catch it awkwardly.
“Thank you.” I hesitate. “Is that it? Do you need anything else?” I feel suddenly awkward, as if I’m being impossibly gauche.
He comes closer, staring at me and taking in my naked body. When he’s next to me, he pauses, and our gazes meet. An expression crosses his face that I can’t work out.
“I liked the passion in the lines,” he finally says.
I blink, wondering what he means and whether I should get up and wash my hand or stay kneeling. “What? Sorry. I mean, I beg your pardon?”
His eyes twinkle. “You asked why I liked that picture.”
“I did,” I say slowly. “And I’m pretty sure you said you didn’t like it at all.”
He shrugs. “Maybe I lied.”
“Well, that’s a bit naughty.”
He chuckles and immediately looks surprised as if the sound had come out without permission. He hesitates and then puts his hand in his pocket, withdrawing a business card. He proffers it, and I drop the towel and take it in my non-cummy hand. “For you.”
“Thank you. It’s lovely.”
His mouth twitches. “I would like to see you again.”
“ Really ?”
He raises that fucking eyebrow again. “Shouldn’t I?”
“Oh no,” I say quickly. “I mean, yes, you should. It’s just that I thought this was a one-pump deal.” I grimace. “I mean, I thought this was a come-and-go deal. Or an, um?—”
Amusement is now playing openly on his mouth as he blessedly interrupts me. “I don’t conduct my affairs here, but I would like to see you again.”
“To do what we just did?” I check.
He shrugs. “That would do for a start.”
I think of how hard I just came and find myself nodding without thinking. “Yes, I’d like that.”
“Then I’ll contact you, and you can meet me at a hotel if that would be amenable to you?”
“Of c-course.”
He nods and, without another word, walks out of the room. The click of the door brings sense back into my brain, and I jump to my feet, racing over to pull open the door.
“Wait,” I say from the doorway. “You don’t know how to contact me.”
The corridor is empty.