up to mine, and the uncertainty in them thrilled me.
I came up on my hands and knees, still holding Charles captive by his jaw. My cock lay hard against my abdomen, begging for release, but if this would be my only night with Charles, he wasn’t the only one who wanted everything.
“In my bed,” I said softly, staring directly into his eyes. “You don’t talk to me about anyone else you’ve been with. In my bed, it’s just us. Got it?”
A tremor ran through him. His eyes flashed with a hint of defiance. Then he dropped his gaze to my chest.
“Yes, Sir.”
I closed my eyes briefly. I’d never get tired of hearing him call me Sir. It could get addictive real fast.
“Go ahead.” I released his cheek with a little tap of my hand. “Taste it, but you do it exactly the way I tell you, or I’ll take it away. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, now start by licking just the tip. Let me see that tongue running all around the head of my dick, Charles. Don’t let a patch of skin go untouched.”
He needed to stretch just a bit to lick my cock all around the head. I loved his lack of hesitancy. Loved that he went back for a second lick, even though I didn’t instruct him. I let it go. Sometimes pleasure was enough to let the rules slide.
I allowed him to get a few licks in. He was eager about it, his tongue darting around the slit, a moan leaving his throat as he kissed the glans.
I carded my hand through his hair, loving the texture. So soft and expensive-looking like the rest of him. But he wouldn’t be looking expensive tonight when I was done with him.
I wanted my cum splattered all over him like a back-alley whore. I wanted this rich and powerful man moaning like a wanton sub whose desires extended to nothing beyond my cock.
When I was done with him, I wanted Charles Moore to be ravished. Spent. If this was going to be our one night of secrets we’d both keep to our graves, then I would give him an unforgettable experience he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about.
I tugged on his head to get his attention. His head fell back, exposing his neck, and I wanted to sink my teeth into his skin and mark him.
“Now show me how much of a good cocksucker you are.” His nostrils flared. Dirty talk was a turn-on for him. Lucky for him, there was plenty more where those words came from. “Listen to me, Charles. The only thing that matters right now is how well you suck my cock. Not the millions you have. Not the position you hold in your company. Not the wife you have at home. Not who we are to each other. Nothing matters but how well you give me head.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Take it into your mouth and show me what matters.”
“I won’t let you down, Sir.”
I closed my eyes at his affirmation. He was killing me with his acquiescence. Then his lips. They wrapped around my cock, exploratory and bold. He used his lips to massage my shaft, up and down. No tugging. Just his lips, and then he sucked.
“Fuck!”
I thrust upward, and he held his own, meeting every upward stroke. The need rose inside me to give in without abandon. To throw all cares out the window and give myself over to the sensation of Charles going down on me, but I held myself back, tugged at his head to have him let go.
Enough playtime. If I continued, I’d bust my nut before I was inside him.
“Lie on your stomach,” I told him, although I wanted him on his back so I could see every emotion that flickered across his face while I was inside him. But this would probably be more comfortable for him the first time.
Not everyone was down for fucking missionary. Some thought it was more intimate, and I agreed. I didn’t relish staring into a stranger’s eyes and being reminded that it was nothing but sex while I was getting us both off.
Charles sprawled out on the bed on his stomach, and I picked up the condom and lube. I quickly got sheathed and lubed, then nudged his legs apart. He groaned and elevated his hips.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
The way he moved so eagerly for me to claim him without hesitation astounded me. He wasn’t the only man I’d fucked for