Chapter 2 #3
My dick ached inside my very tight jeans. I swatted away his hands and took over the bobbing motions on my own. He tasted like perfect, salty heaven. It was a flavor I knew I wouldn’t be able to get enough of. I sucked him off even harder, my tongue gliding along the underside of his dick.
“You like this, Dawson?” Jake’s rumbling voice came through. “It seems like you do.”
I came up for air, releasing him with a popping sound. “It’s big,” I said, stroking his saliva-coated cock with my fist. “And I like big dicks.”
Jake seemed amused. “Good,” he said. “’Cause I’m not done with you yet.”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved me back on his dick. His hips bucked into me, thrusting himself into the back of my throat.
My throat tightened around him, while my mouth made all sorts of gargling sounds.
I couldn’t get enough of this. Of him.
I let him treat me roughly, not because that’s what he wanted but rather because it was what I wanted.
It was indeed liberating to let someone else take control for once.
A low rumble sounded from Jake’s throat. I knew that kind of groan all too well.
He was close to coming.
So I sucked him harder in response.
He jerked his hips back, pulling out. He let me go quickly, and while panting deep, gruff sounds, he squeezed the tip of his dick, stopping himself from coming.
I was too busy coughing and gasping for air to notice if it worked.
After a few moments, Jake grabbed me by my upper arm. “Get up.”
I reached out for him, pulling myself up with trembling hands.
“Good boy,” he said, causing a rush of tingling through me.
Tingling that I had not expected, might I add.
So I had to take a moment and process the fact that my own bodyguard had just called me a ‘good boy’. I arched a brow at him. “What was that?”
Jake was smirking down at me, slipping his hand against the lowest part of my back. “I called you a good boy,” he repeated. “Got a problem with that?”
“I know you did but—”
He didn’t let me finish my sentence as he yanked me into the shower stall with him and shoved me against the tiled wall. He kissed me before I could think of another comeback. “Don’t overthink it,” he growled against my lips. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”
So I did exactly that.
My body ached with the pressure of his body against me, with the taste of his lips and his strong arms. He kept me pinned against the cold, tiled wall, with his hand settling itself around my throat with a light squeeze.
I found that I especially loved the feeling of the pressure around my neck, especially when each time I swallowed, I could feel the slight tightening of his hand.
It wasn’t enough to choke me, but it was enough that it left me wondering what he might do next.
His other hand found its way to the front of my jeans, where he massaged my hard-on with a rough grip. I moaned, bucking into his hand, chasing the friction.
His fingers found the fly of my jeans, and unzipped them. He shoved both my jeans and boxers down, letting them fall around my ankles in a heap.
“Step out,” he said as he began to hurriedly remove his own pants. “And take off your top too.”
We got undressed quickly, tossing the clothes out of the shower stall, until not a single piece of clothing was left on either of our bodies. We stood there, completely naked, devouring each other with our eyes.
“Next,” he said, slamming his palm on the shower button and turning it on. Hot jets of water came down on us. “You’ll wash my body.”
I looked up from staring too hard at his fully erect cock. “Um, what? No offense, but I thought we were getting to the part where we fuck.”
Jaked tilted his head back and let out a hearty laugh. “Who said anything about fucking?”
I looked at him as if he had gone completely insane. “I mean, we didn’t explicitly say so but, like, it was obviously insinuated.”
Oh my god. Had I misunderstood something?
Jake stepped forward and took my wrists into his hands, pinning them against the wall. He closed in on me, leaning in as his expression darkened.
A swirl of heat tightened in my stomach.
When he spoke, his voice was dangerously low. “The only thing you agreed to, Dawson, was surrendering control to me.” A pause, another devious smile. “Nothing else.”
My heart was hammering in my chest. I held my breath. Both words and thoughts struggled to take shape. “Well, um, sure but—”
He planted a kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’m not done playing with you yet, so just keep being a good boy, alright?”
I had never felt so damn confused in my entire life. I gawked at him, unable to make heads or tails about the situation. On one hand, I was totally turned the fuck on. I couldn’t deny that Jake made me feel all sorts of ways that I hadn’t felt before.
On the other hand though, no fucking? Surely he wasn’t serious, right?
Jake flashed me another look, expectant and waiting. “Dawson. You didn’t answer me.”
I blinked, still a little bewildered by what was happening. “Sorry, what?”
“Are you going to keep being a good boy?” he repeated.
Oh. That.
I swallowed as my throat ran dry. I nodded. “Yes,” I said, breathless, and to my own surprise. “Yes, I’ll be a good boy.”
He seemed pleased with that and rewarded me with a kiss.
“Good.”