He lapped up a drop of precum and hummed.
I resisted the urge to thrust into his hand.
After a moment, he bent to take my crown in his mouth.
I grasped his hair.
He moaned.
Then he went to work. His talent didn’t surprise me—him having been married all those years—but his enthusiasm did catch me off guard. He went at this with gusto. He swirled my cock with his tongue. He speared my slit. Then he pulled me deeper.
I held his hair tightly. I needed him to know who was controlling this. I wasn’t going to let him choke, but I was going to ensure I came.
He raked his teeth gently down my length. He hollowed his cheeks so he could take me deeper. He did everythingjust right.
And just like that, my balls drew up and my body went rigid. “I’m coming.” Said through gritted teeth. I had to offer him a choice. Not all guys liked to swallow, and I’d never force him.
He sucked harder.
I came. With an intensity that I’d only found one other time—when I’d been drilling him into the mattress. This feeling? Unfamiliar to me. Not just that I was in charge—because fuck yeah, this was all me. But also that his submission was so complete. Never a hesitation. He just did what I wanted. WhatI knew he needed. In essence, his needs came first—he just didn’t realize it.
When I didn’t have a drop left to give, he pulled off.
“Kiss me. Like you did last night.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His mouth met mine, and I opened immediately. I liked tasting my own cum on someone else’s tongue. Elemental. Erotic. Forbidden. I grasped his hair and yanked.
He pulled back from me and gasped. “Fuck, yes. That.”
“You’re going to get out of this SUV. You’re going to go to your room. You’re not going to get off. You’re going to decompress by having a shower. You’re going to bed now, and tomorrow you’ll get up early and deal with the clusterfuck of a team that we have. For tonight, you’re going to let it go.”
“And you?”
I cocked my head.
“Am I supposed to let you go as well?” The intensity of his dark eyes bored into my soul.
“We can’t do this again.”
“I know.” He ducked his head. “But?—”
“No buts. Actually, I’m going to leave first. So you can activate the alarm.” I released his hair, then set about putting myself to rights. After a moment, my zipper was done, and I was ready to leave. “Will you do what I said?”
He held my gaze. “Of course. Decompress. Shower. Bed. Shitshow tomorrow.”
I ran my hand down his cheek. “That’s a good boy. You want to be a good boy, right?”
He nodded vigorously.
“Well, good boys earn rewards.”What the fuck are you doing? This has to end. This can’t go on.“Text me before you go to bed. I might give you a treat.”
“Yes, Sir.”
With that, I exited the SUV.
The parking lot was completely deserted, and all the drapes were closed in the windows. Hell, I could barely see through the pouring rain. Fuck, did it ever end? I was no longer convinced spring would ever come.