Page 50 of A Coffee Away

A low chuckle and a groan were all he did as I tried to reach for him. “Tsk tsk, love. I haven’t given you permission to touch yet.”

I tried to open my eyes, his touch becoming more deliberate, tantalizing.

“Keep them closed.” His voice hit my ear almost like a soft breeze, and hairs rose along my left side.

His kiss deepened, his sweet taste turning my brain cells to mush and driving me crazier by the minute. I reciprocated the kiss, the only thing I could do since he straddled me and kept me locked beneath him.

His mouth was gone, but his weight was pressed against me. He rocked his hips, his hands against my chest.

“Fuck.” I gasped as he flicked my left nipple with his tongue, then blew cold air over it.

His hand was over my mouth in a moment. “Shh, baby. Be good.”

It was becoming unbearable. The need to touch him. To run my hands through his hair as he continued his way down, nipping and licking my abs like they were the most delicious meal.

He pulled at the waist of my swimsuit, the Velcro giving way with a slow, deliberate rip. The quiet tear filled the secluded beach, and my hips jerked on instinct. He gripped my neck and pushed my legs open with his knee.

I inhaled sharply as he took me whole. His grip on my neck tightened just enough to heighten the sensation. My cock hit the back of his throat as he worked me without mercy, his other hand gripping my balls as his tongue moved around me. He gagged but kept at it.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

Taking his hand off my neck, he pushed his thumb inside my mouth. “Suck.”

And I did, matching his rhythm as he spit on my cock and took it again in a ravenous frenzy.

It took all my strength not to come. I knew better. Only when he ordered was I allowed to give in. He was in his element, and I loved every second of it. I bucked up but controlled it. My breathing became frantic as he pushed me deeper into ecstasy.

“Open your eyes, baby.”

Esteban was a vision. Teary blue eyes. Flushed face. And a mischievous smile that was hard to resist.

“Use my mouth, love. Give me your cum.”

With that, he gave me full control of the moment. I brushed his hair, then clutched it with my fist and pushed him down on me until I was all inside. He gagged, but I kept fucking his mouth like he wanted. This was my moment, one he’d told me again and again to take without question. He was a dom, but he liked it when I took control as he pleasured me with his mouth. It was the one exception to the rule.

He took me like a starved man. He pushed two fingers inside my mouth, and I knew exactly what he wanted. I sucked them hard, his mouth never leaving my shaft as he moved them straight to my ass. He pushed one finger in as he sucked me, being careful to match the rhythm of my thrusts. I relaxed, letting him insert that second finger. I was full, and it was so freaking good. I used his mouth like a plaything, just how he liked it, and when I was almost there, he curled his fingers, hitting that spot that would make me come like a beast.

A strong current traveled down my spine, building the pressure until… “Fuck!”

My scream became one with the song of the sea waves as they tore through the beach. I tensed and arched into him. Pulse after pulse of cum went down his throat.

He took everything, massaging my balls until I was empty, then he licked me clean with his soft strokes. “Stay, baby.”

He yanked my trunks off and kneeled before me, lifting my legs over his thighs. He untied his swimsuit, letting his massive shaft free. It was thick and hard with a glint of precum on its tip.

I licked my lips. What did I do to deserve this Adonis of a man? His body was a masterpiece. His shredded abs a thing to behold. And his cock…

He dragged me up until his tip touched my entrance. He removed a packet of lube from his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth. He squeezed it over him, then pushed some inside me with his fingers, making my body burn with need.

I was ready to take him. To make him come inside me. To feel his power as he lost control.

Gripping my hips, he centered his head over my tight hole and pushed inside.

He stopped at my hard inhale as the first stab of pain hit me. It was more discomfort than pain because he was big, but he knew how to do it so I’d adjust to him. There was no rush. No pressure to take me fast. His patience was infinite. No matter how desperate Esteban was, he never took me until my body begged him to.

"Please," I moaned.

The discomfort was gone, and I moved toward him, taking him deeper.