“Well, boy? Are you going to beg for it?” I prompt, waiting for him to respond to my command. I can’t help adding a little pressure to the choice. “Or am I disappearing you after this flight?”
Ethan swallows audibly with his mouth open in my grip before nodding. I really am a sick fuck, because I revel in the mix of fear and lust in his eyes. The power dynamics between us are so far off what would be considered consensual, but something in me wants to see how far I can push him.
After releasing his face, Ethan swallows again and clears his throat. “I want to suck your cock. Can I, sir?”
His words have the appendage in question stirring in my slacks. “Oh, now you ask?”
“Yes?” Ethan licks his lips and looks up at me through his thick black lashes, “Please, Sir?”
He clearly has a submissive side, and I’m only a man. Who am I to resist? Reaching down to unfasten my belt, I move up his body. Ethan’s back is propped up by pillows, and his hands restrained around the wall lamp, but I want to see more of him.
Tearing at the buttons, his chef whites open to a T-shirt underneath. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, I pull it up to tuck behind his head, revealing a slim, fit body underneath me. His small, brown nipples peak, and I don’t think it’s from being cold.
“Eager for me?” I tease, unzipping slowly. I went without underwear, and I don’t want to catch my skin or hair, but I also like drawing it out.
“I guess I am,” Ethan admits, licking his lips as my dick is revealed. I know it’s not ugly, or anything, but Ethan’s reaction has me grinning in pride. “Damn, that’s a nice cock.”
Normally, no one saw my dick without a non-disclosure agreement, but Ethan had already seen more of me than almost anyone alive today. If the boy wants to play, I’m happy to indulge. At least letting him blow me is less problematic than killing him.
At least until I find out who he really is.
“Is this what you want?” I taunt, gripping myself at the base and tilting towards his mouth, moving away at the last second. Giving myself a stroke to relieve some of the pain at how hard I am, a bead of precum appears at my tip. Swiping it with my thumb, I hold the finger out for Ethan. “How about just a taste?”
Holding eye contact, Ethan leans forward and laps at the pearl before moaning as if it’s manna from the gods. “Mmm, thank you.”
Cursing under my breath, I have to wonder if this young man has been trained in seduction, because I never saw myself considering a blow job from a man I might have to kill. Yet here is Ethan, turning my assumptions upside down for the prospect of fleeting pleasure.
“Mmm, thank you,” he says, smirking in satisfaction. “Please, Sir, can I have some more?”
“Are you Oliver Twist, now?” I chuckle and raise a brow.
Ethan shrugs as much as his position allows and smirks right back. “If it gets your dick in my mouth faster, you can call me whatever you want, Sir.”
“Obedience will get you far,” I reply before moving my dick closer again. When his breath is close enough to send shivers through me, I pause. “And biting my dick will get you dead.”
After a startled laugh leaves his mouth, Ethan nods. “I understand, Sir. No teeth. Unless you ask for them.”
“Good boy,” I praise, finally letting my tip brush his full lips. I vaguely remembered some locker room talk in school about a girl having dick-sucking lips, and I can’t help feeling like the term applies to the man in front of me. Ethan’s lips almost look like they’re already swollen from kissing, or something else… “When was the last time you were tested?”
“Fuck, you want to talk STI’s now?” Ethan whines before rolling his eyes. I slap his cheek with my cock to get his attention and he looks up at me again. “I was tested three weeks ago, all clear, and I haven’t been with anyone since because I’ve been working so much. I had my last PrEP shot a month ago. You?”
There is no way I’m telling him that I thoroughly vet my sex partners, pay for their testing, and am not on PrEP…because I have sex so rarely. “Also negative,” is all I give him.
At this point, I’m not sure anything can stop me from feeling his lips wrapped around me. Ethan seems to be on the same page.
“What are you waiting for–?”
Before he can add any more whiny complaints or disrespectful eye rolls, I grip his jaw and push inside. Ethan’s words are cut off as the heat of his mouth engulfs my dick in wet perfection. I hiss as the tip grazes his teeth as I aim better, tapping the back of his throat before pulling out.
“What was that?” I ask, as if I’m not the reason he couldn’t talk.
“More,” he begs, letting his tongue go lax. The perfect runway for me to continue plundering his mouth.
Waiting until the saliva starts pooling, I thrust in again, pushing as far as I can until I feel his throat convulse around my head. He tries togag, and tears form at the corner of his eyes, but I don’t let up until I’m on the edge.
Ethan gasps and struggles to catch his breath before opening his mouth again, willing and waiting for more of my torture. He really is perfect for me. Too bad he’s seen too much. This may be my only chance before I decide what to do with him, so I’m going to savor it.
Losing track of time, I go in a pattern of quick, shallow thrusts before holding myself in the tight heat of his throat before withdrawing to allow him air again. Ethan is a panting, drooling, and crying mess when the captain announces we will be descending soon.