usual.
He turned his head, but I could see the flush in his cheeks, turning his peaches-and-cream complexion to strawberry. “You mean when I made an idiot out of myself.”
“You were drunk. FYI, that’s the only reason I turned you down.” It seemed obvious enough to me, but the look in his eyes told me otherwise.
I knew talk was only going to convince him so much, so I bent down and started kissing his neck. The tension slowly ebbed away until he was putty in my hands, purring and squirming as my teeth claimed his throat.
I bit a little harder than I usually would’ve and froze when I realized it. He tensed up, too, but the moan on his lips told me it wasn’t an unwelcome development.
Maybe he was a little kinky. I was too turned on to worry about getting to the bedroom, so I leaned back and started undoing his jeans. He sat up and tried to help, but his attempts were just getting in the way. Evidently, he wasn’t quite as desperate as I was, but as foreign as the thoughts in my head were, I wanted to follow them through to their natural conclusion anyway.
“Raf,” he breathed, his voice hitching as I tugged his jeans down, freeing his cock. He was already hard for me, which just drove me even crazier. I’d never wanted to fuck anyone so desperately in my life, but the sudden urge to taste him won out for the moment.
There was plenty of time for both.
He moaned again as I took him into my mouth, and the sound was almost as delicious as the taste of his arousal pearling on the tip of his cock. I sucked greedily until my tongue was coated, and while I’d just planned on getting him harder, I decided I wasn’t going to be satisfied until he gave me everything.
“Oh,” he panted, his fingertips biting into the cushion behind his head. His hips were rocking even though I could tell he was trying to keep still, and the knowledge that he couldn’t control himself just made me even more ravenous. “Oh, fuck.”
Well, he had asked…
I let his cock slip from my mouth only so I could lick my fingers. He whimpered a little in the two seconds before my lips were wrapped around him again, and I pushed two fingers into him with only my spit for lubricant. He’d seemed to enjoy it last time, and that had been my cock. Fingers wouldn’t be that bad.
I felt him tense up around my fingers, but the breathy curses he was muttering as he arched into my touch kept me going. I crooked my fingers, pressing hard into his prostate and letting the tip of my tongue dance around his slit before I started sucking for keeps.
“Fuck, Raf,” he said through gritted teeth. I kept his hips pinned with my right hand as they surged once more, and drove my finger into his spot hard enough to hurt. He came instantly, and I swallowed every drop of his come with avarice.
If I thought I’d been turned on before, I felt fucking demonic right now, and the look on his face as he gazed up at me, still stunned in the aftermath of orgasm, confirmed it. At first, I thought that gleam in his eyes was fear, but then I realized it was excitement and I really lost it.
Somehow, I got him into the bedroom. I wasn’t sure if I dragged him or carried him in there, but either way, I had him where I wanted him. I tore his shirt off the rest of the way, still kissing his neck from behind, then started working on my own jeans. As soon as my cock was free of the maddeningly tight confines my briefs had become, I pushed him down face-first on the end of the bed, hard enough that he bounced a little.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asked over his shoulder with a nervous little laugh that unleashed the predatory instincts I’d always tried to keep at bay in our relationship.
For one thing, I was afraid I’d scare him off, and he was too fucking important to me to risk that. Then there was the fact that he was more fragile--in body and soul--than any of the subs I’d taken over the years. There was a very real possibility of breaking him, which was why I thought if I kept him on a shelf out of harm’s way, only to