those full, pillowy pink lips of his parted, and his beautiful eyes narrowed down to slits. I dropped to my knees, and his moan sounded like he was in absolute agony.
He had nothing on under his flannel pajama bottoms, and when I dragged them down his hips, his long, beautiful, already erect and leaking cut cock caught on the elastic waistband. When it bounced free, I drew it into my mouth and sucked him down the back of my throat in one fluid, seamless motion. I knew what I was doing. I’d been giving blowjobs since I was fourteen, after all. I had years of practice.
Quickly, because I liked the headspace I was in and didn’t want that to change, I banished all thoughts of my life history so I could concentrate on making this man feel good.
“Oh,” he mewled, back bowing as he withdrew slowly and then shoved forward, sliding between my lips. “Your tongue and your mouth are—but I want to be…to—what will you do?”
This was why setting terms before getting started was so important. Trying to have the transactional conversation after I began was problematic, because nothing killed passion like hearing the rates. But it had to be done, and I was going to say just that, suggest that we stop and get things straight, but when I eased off the end of his dick, slurping at the precum, which I never swallowed for anybody, I looked up into his face and saw the blown pupils, the pretty flush on his cheeks, the way he was biting his bottom lip, and how tight he was fisting his hands. I realized instantly he was holding himself back.
“What will you let me do?” I asked him instead of what I should have.
His breath came out in a rough, strangled sound.
“Anything I want?”
“Yes,” he whispered, straining to keep his eyes open.
I licked a line up his cock, from balls to head, and that was it, long gold lashes fluttered shut, head back on his shoulders in absolute, utter surrender.
It took everything in me not to crow. This man needed me bad.
Standing quickly, I wrestled him facedown on the bed, ass in the air, and pulled a condom from the right breast pocket of my suit jacket, along with a lube packet. I had found that many businessmen who wanted to try something new, take a walk on what they perceived as the wild side, had condoms but never lube. I was nothing if not prepared.
Belt open, unbuttoned and unzipped, I quickly shoved my briefs and pants halfway down my thighs. I gloved up—lots of practice meant that I could easily do it one-handed after I used my teeth to tear the foil—and then slicked my cock before I went to work on him. When I took his cock in one hand and slid the first slippery finger into his ass with the other, there was only a low keening sound from him. Words were apparently no longer happening. The trembling was a surprise, and I stilled.
“Tell me you’re okay and you want this,” I demanded gently, needing to know that the shaking was due to anticipation and not fear.
“Please,” he barely got out.
It was enough.
“Take your T-shirt off,” I ordered, and he did it fast, reaching back to drag it over his head, his reward being my mouth kissing down his spine as I continued to stroke his cock, faster, rougher, the counterpoint to that being the second finger I worked tenderly into his ass.
He was shoving himself forward into my grip and then pushing back onto my fingers, and as I watched him come apart, it hit me that even though this was transactional, there was trust in this exchange. He had faith that I would take care of him, make him feel good, and his submission was a huge turn-on. I suspected that in everyday life, the man did not let down his guard for anyone. To see him like this was a gift.
Pressing farther inside, I curled my fingers forward, grazing his prostate, which tore guttural, pleading words from deep within his chest.
I knew I could get him to come like this and so put my mouth to his ear. “I can do this,” I murmured, massaging, scissoring, adding a third finger, loosening his muscles, opening his body for me, making him ready. “Or I can fuck you. What do––”
“You,” he husked, the words catching on his sharp exhale. “I want you.”