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When he reaches for his pants, I step forward, my need to touch him taking over my desire to watch.
He gives up control more readily than I expect. I never took Davis George for a bottom, but that is exactly what he is going to be tonight, whether or not that’s his norm. He is going to feel this; he is going to remember this.
I let my hand stroke along his shaft, so hard and hot under the barrier of soft cotton briefs as his trousers fall to the floor on their own. Davey groans. Ahhh, God, I like that. I press my palm down on him and stroke again, harder. Again, he groans and his eyes momentarily flutter shut—then quickly open again, as if he can’t take his eyes off of me for a second. Is that because he wants to watch me, or is he afraid of what might come next?
He wants me on my knees and goddamn, I want to taste him again. I press my body flush against his, absorbing the heat of that golden skin. My lips are just a whisper from his. His eyes are dark with lust and definitely still a lot of anger. I rock my hips against him, letting my cock meet his, and slide up and down a few times, desperate for the friction.
“My God, you are sexy as hell,” I say and lean in to nip at his jaw.
His eyes widen, and he snickers slightly.
“What’s the matter? You don’t think I can hate your guts and still find you sexy as fuck?”
He nods. “I’m not sure how that works.”
“I say that’s a damn lie. If that were true, then you wouldn’t be looking at me like I’m the meal you can hardly wait to take a bite of.”
But when I reach for his lips with mine, he pulls back. He turns his face, causing my lips to meet just the edge of his mouth. I press my lips against that tiny edge of his and absorb the feel of his short beard on them. I lick the length of his jaw to just behind his ear and then down his throat. He groans again, and his hips buck forward before he can control them.
“Ah, one of those, eh?” I sneer at him as I remove my lips from his hot skin and face him again. “No kissing… too intimate?”
“Kissing me is a damn privilege you haven’t earned… you never will.”
I smile, our lips still a whisper apart. “Having my dick inside of you is a privilege, too. It’s one you’ll never forget.”
I plan to make good on that promise, but first I need a taste. While the last thing in the world I want to do is give Davis Franklin George exactly what he wants, the desire to feel that cock in my mouth is overwhelming, and I drop to my knees before him. I lick the tip of his cock before devouring the entire thing, taking him to the back of my throat, my nose nearly reaching those soft curls around the base.
“Fuuuck,” Davey curses, and his breathing grows rapid, like until now he’d been holding it, maintaining some supposed sliver of control. I pull off and lick the underside of his shaft from base to tip and take him all the way in again, waiting for the curse to escape his mouth again, and he does not disappoint. He groans again. That sound. That damned sound that has been filling my head for decades now.
My fingers tease his balls, and I pump him in and out of my mouth until I’m certain I feel his knees go weak. I know it’s a good thing I’m already on mine, because mine sure as hell have. The sound of him. The feel of him swelling even more inside my mouth. Because of my mouth. The familiarity of it all. How can I remember this cock so well? How can it still be living up to my dreams, my fantasies, the long-ago memory that just became a reality?
I let one of my hands drift up across those abs and pecs. His skin so hot against my fingertips. The curves and slopes of those honed muscles such a fucking turn on.
I look up at him and, with a shocking jolt, see his eyes on me. I guess I had imagined in this situation he would wish I was someone else, that he would look away, not wanting to see the man he blames for ruining his life sucking him off.
But those gorgeous orbs are holding mine. They never waiver.
And fuck if my cock doesn’t take notice of that, as do the butterflies in my stomach.
I pull off of him and stand. His eyes dip to my lips, and I think for a moment I might just have earned that kiss I crave from him, but nope. His eyes drift back to mine. Those eyes are overflowing with desire. Fuck. I watch his chest heave up and down and feel his cock twitch against mine, and then…
“Ohhh,” I suck in a breath. And the room fills with my groan as he wraps his hand around our cocks and strokes. His eyes are still holding mine. But I can’t focus anymore. My head falls back, and I moan again at the feel of his powerful hand enveloping us both. Stroking, closing hard around us. Connecting us. Holy fuck, that feels amazing. I can’t remember the last time I was with a man my height. A man as strong as me. A man who wasn’t willing to submit to my whims. A man who was going to make me work for it. Standing here, letting him jack us off like this is almost too much to resist, but I have a plan. I have a mission. This isn’t about pleasure. I’m not here to feel good. I’m not here to make him feel good. I’m here to make him feel me.
I pull out of his grasp and can’t contain the wistful moan at the loss of his hand, his cock next to mine, the heat, the orgasm that was oh so damn close. One that I can already feel is going to be better than any I’ve had in years.
“Condom?” I ask him. “I wasn’t exactly planning to get laid tonight.”
Davey stares at me. He doesn’t move. Like he might be weighing his choices here. In my mind, he has none. He finally nods and steps over to a drawer in the massive bookcases along the wall and retrieves a condom and bottle of lube.
Handing them to me, he holds the condom between his fingers, making me tug it from him. I eye him. He is a top. Hmmm. I’m still too buzzed to comprehend that this might be his first time like this. I highly doubt it. But I also don’t care. Even better, I think. Because I know I can make it memorable.
He strokes his cock and watches as I sheathe my own and pour some lube onto my fingers.
“Turn around,” I growl. And where he had hesitated to meet my demands earlier, there is no hesitation now. I smile.
I press my hand across his smooth back and force him to bend over the back of the couch. I stroke a hand across that firm skater’s ass and spread his cheeks with my fingers as I let my lubed fingers explore that channel until he hisses.
What a glorious sound. I slide a finger inside and quickly add a second. Smiling against his shoulder, I lick my way to his ear, drinking in his moans and quivers. “And to think I thought it was going to be difficult to get you to beg me for it.”
