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“This is where you shut the fuck up.” I prevent any further words with my mouth on his and a deep moan fills the room. His, mine. Don’t know. Don’t care. I shove him away and he’s grinning like a damn fool. “Strip.” I command.
I yank my belt from my pants, and his eyes widen. “No, I’m not using this on you…not tonight…carry on.” I walk toward him and force him to walk backwards while he fumbles with buttons and belts and zippers…he glances back when we get into the bedroom and stands by the bed, toeing off his shoes and letting his pants fall to the ground. The only thing left are his dark briefs. He looks to me for permission, just like he did earlier tonight, and dammit, I love that. Love that that is his instinct. That is what he wants. My permission.
But I meant what I said. I won’t go full on Dominant at home, no matter how much he thinks he wants it…. especially not for his first time.
I give him a tiny nod and he lifts the briefs over his cock, allowing it to spring free.
I step to him and fall to my knees. His eyes go black and his lips part. He hadn’t expected this move.
“Don’t get used to this,” I say with a tiny snarl, and then I wink at him.
He sucks in a deep breath when my hands land on his thighs. Goosebumps erupt all over and I smile. His cock twitches in front of my face. I rock back on my heels, salivating to taste him, but wanting to drink in this specimen before me. An athlete. Professional athlete. This is what they look like. His thighs are massive and solid and there is something about that huge quad, firm under my palm…the curves of it as it meets his knee. The soft hairs along my fingers. I haven’t been with anyone new in so long. Someone to explore. Haven’t wanted to. Sex is just sex. And Fynn is an excellent place to get my release. I don’t need more than that.
Keep telling yourself that.
And tonight, this is just sex, too. Sex with a man I wanted so badly to hate. A man who annoyed the hell out of me and then became my best friend. A man whose body I’ve dreamed about since I first laid eyes on him. A man whose cock I’ve salivated over since he paraded around this very penthouse wearing my sweatpants and nothing more.
A thick bead of precum dangles on the tip of his very impressive cock. So hard again. Pointing straight at me, reaching for me. I rock off my heels and stick out my tongue, flattening it and letting the swollen crown of his cock rest on my tongue. TJ hisses and his dick jerks hard, but falls back onto my tongue. I let it rest there, nothing more. The salty taste of him teasing my mouth as much as I’m teasing him.
His muscles tense under my hands and I stroke his thighs again, my fingers creep into the delicate junction of thigh and groin. He hisses again. Another jerk of his cock. I’m not even doing anything and it’s driving him wild. Which drives me wild. I exhale a long breath onto his cock and before it can jerk off of my tongue again, I wrap my lips around it, my hands quickly move around to grip TJ’s firm ass because I know that’s going to have him quivering.
Damn, this is good. When was the last time I was on my knees for someone? The last time I had a cock in my mouth? I’m the receiver. Don’t get me wrong, I give as good as I get. Fynn will tell you that. But it’s not like this. TJ’s moans fill my ears and I pump him in and out of my mouth.
Sucking, licking, stroking. His hands fall to my head. He takes a gentle hold of my hair. It’s too gentle. I want him to tug. I want him in control for just a moment. This is his night. This is for him.
I stand, gliding my body against his as I do, giving him just enough friction to make him moan. God, please keep making that sound.
“I want you to do something,” I breathe onto his lips.
“Anything.”
“I want you to treat me like I treated Fynn.”
“What? I can’t—”
“Find a way, because I promise you will never get this offer again.”
“What if…. what if I get it wrong? What if I can’t—”
“TJ,” I sweep a finger across his lips and press my body tight against his, sensing a retreat coming. “You can’t possibly get any of this wrong. You’re here with me. I’m turned on as fuck right now…have your way with me. Play rough…take charge…I’m all yours.”
My hands and fingers float down the sides of his torso, and his cock throbs against my stomach.
“If it makes you feel any better, this is new for me. I’ve never ceded control to anyone before. Let’s have some fun, explore together.”
Together…damn that word seems to weave its way into my heart in a way I hadn’t expected.
“You trust me, don’t you?”
He nods.
“And I trust you,” and I do. Damn I do.
The world stops while I watch the battle going on inside his head. He saw me with Fynn tonight and that was barely the tip of the iceberg, with what Fynn and I will do with and to each other. I’ve used other submissives at the club before. But Fynn, he’s the best. Fynn is also my friend. And he knows what I like. He knows when I want him pliant and when I want him to fight me…offer me some strength. But this offer I’m making TJ. He has no way of understanding what a powerful thing this is. It’s not a gesture. I want this. I want him to own me tonight. I want him to step way outside of his comfort zone and take me with him.
I step away slightly. Aware that I still have my pants on. I want TJ to see the tent that has formed because of him. Because the idea of losing control with him has me leaking all over my briefs.
“You’ve fantasized about me, yes?”
