Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Good.” I sank to my knees in front of him, hands on his thighs when he would have stood.
“Oh, hey.” He tugged one of my hands. “Come back up here. We can swap positions.”
“Who’s in charge?" I freed my hand from his. I had no intention of budging.
“You are, but no fair. I want to blow you.” He offered me a hopeful, horny grin, but that same smile had distracted me from doing this for several weeks now. We always seemed to end up doing other things in bed, not that I was complaining, but I was dying to try oral. Worth, though, wasn’t giving up, batting his eyes at me. “And I’m good at it.”
“And you are. Very, very good. But it’s my turn to have the fun.”
“I guess I can’t keep you from fun.” Defeated, he sank back against the couch.
“Do you not like this?” Gentling my voice, I reached up to stroke what I could reach of his chest and jaw. I hadn’t considered that perhaps he’d been intentionally avoiding this act.
“I do. It just…feels weird, being the complete center of attention instead of serving you and following orders.” Worth quirked his lips as he wrinkled his forehead. He was majorly overthinking this. “Your pleasure is my pleasure. Does that make any sense?”
“Yes, but I feel the same way.” Maybe he needed to hear that more often. “I love making you feel good, Worth. You deserve to feel good. Sure, I love the toppy control games, but only because they turn you on as well. Bringing you pleasure makes me happy.”
“When you put it that way, I guess you can go ahead.” He offered me a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“No guessing.” I made my voice as stern as possible. “You want to please me?”
“Yes. Of course.” Heat flickered across his expression.
“Good. Hands up, behind your head.” I paused for him to lace his fingers behind his head. “Don’t drop them and don’t come until I say so. If you’re truly uncomfortable, say red, but otherwise, I’m ordering you to enjoy this.”
“Yes, Sir.” He groaned, eyes fluttering shut. I hadn’t ordered him to close them, but perhaps he needed to block out that sense, much as he had when I’d blindfolded him. I made quick work of his belt and fly, withdrawing his cock. By now, the weight and heft felt familiar in my hand, and I knew exactly how to stroke him to turn that groan into a legit moan.
“More,” he whispered low, and I took that as permission to get my mouth involved. When I rimmed him, he loved a lot of tongue action, so I started there, little licks and flicks, exploring what made his dick pulse and thicken, what made him moan more and rock his hips to try to chase my mouth. Emboldened, I explored, reveling in all the different textures and tastes. The thick vein that ran along the underside of his cock, the thin, sensitive skin of his frenulum, the velvety head, and salty drops of precome. I used the flat of my tongue to lick him up and down like an ice cream cone.
“Sam. Oh wow.” Worth shuddered. “Lasting…might…not happen.”
“No coming,” I reminded him.
“No fair being so good at this right out of the gate,” Worth whined even as he thrust toward me in a clear bid for more.
His praise made me chuckle. “I’ve had a lot of imagination time.”
“Imagine me coming?” His voice was adorably hopeful.
“Not yet. I want you to wait. Tell me each time you’re close.” I had a plan, and I was determined to stick to it.
“Each…” Worth trailed off from whatever protest he’d been about to lodge as I finally swallowed his cockhead, laving it with my tongue before sinking lower. Not too low. Worth might be the one with the tricky stomach, but I knew enough to be cautious with my gag reflex. Not that Worth seemed to care. He rocked up to meet each of my shallow bobs, and I instinctively wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, jacking him slowly. “Fuck. Sam. There. Close.”
I backed all the way off, returning to delicate licks and teases before resuming my rhythm.
“Please.” Oh, Worth begging was the sexiness damn thing, and my own cock throbbed in my jeans. “Need to come.”
“Not yet.” I pulled back enough to grin up at him. “I haven’t had my fill.”
I resumed, gradually taking more of the shaft into my mouth. My brain started to fret over my inability to take all of him, but I shifted my focus to Worth, to his scent and warmth, his moans and whimpers, and the way even my smallest motions seemed to bring him pleasure. Instead of attempting to subvert my gag reflex, I lost myself in my rhythm, the effortless way we moved together, and how easy it was to make Worth tremble and beg.