He drew his hips back and slid his hand over my hard-on. I gasped, breaking the kiss, and in an instant, his lips were on my neck. His other arm snaked around me, his sleeve brushing my bare skin.
“Oh my God,” I breathed.
“You’re all mine this week, Jack,” he growled against my throat. “I’m going to mark you. I’m going to fuck you. And I’m going to make you scream in ways you never knew you wanted to scream.”
“Yes, please, Sir?” My words came out as little more than a ragged breath.
His lips curved just before he kissed beneath my jaw. “That’s my good boy.” He teased my balls with his fingertips. “So eager to please me.”
I couldn’t breathe. I could barely stand. Speaking? Out of the question.
Devon lifted his head and claimed my mouth again. “Let’s go in the living room,” he murmured between kisses. “I’m not going to beat you or fuck you tonight, but I’m absolutely going to torment you.”
That sounded absolutely perfect.
In the living room, we sat on the couch. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but curling up and making out wasn’t it.
I didn’t object, though. Holy fuck, I had no objections at all. I felt like a teenager, just kissing and touching while my cock stayed hard as steel. And my naked body against his dressed one made this dizzyingly hot. Every time I touched him, therewas a barrier of fabric between us. I could feel his body heat, but nothim. I had him here in my arms, but I couldn’ttouch him. Not the way I desperately needed to.
Devon, though, had his hands all over my bare skin. His featherlight fingertips trailed up and down my back, my arms, my hips, leaving goose bumps in their wake. His hot palm rested on my ass cheek, then slid down my thigh, his familiar soft but callused hand making sure I knew this wasDevontouching me.
The only place I could reach was above his collar, and I took full advantage, seeking out every inch of unblocked skin. His neck, his face, through his hair—God, Icravedthe contact his clothes kept out of my reach.
After I had no idea how long, Devon drew back. He ran his tongue along the inside of his kiss-swollen lips.
“Floor,” he ordered. “On your knees.”
I was there so fast I may as well have teleported. Kneeling between his powerful legs, I gazed up at him, my skin cool in all the places that were no longer touching his clothes.
He bit his lip as he fondled himself through his jeans. “You look so sexy like that. Naked. On your knees.” He licked his lips again. “Bet you’d love it if I sucked your dick, wouldn’t you?”
I shivered so hard, I gasped. “Yes, please?” I swallowed. “Yes, Sir?”
His smile made the room tilt. “Good boy.” He rubbed himself harder. “Maybe I’ll do that sometime this week. Lick you and suck you until you’re crying because I won’t let you come.”
I couldn’t help letting my eyelids flutter closed for a second. It hadn’t occurred to me that a Dom could—or would want to—suck dick. But if anyone could dominate the hell out of me with my cock down his throat, he was sitting above me right now.
“I’d love that, Sir,” I whispered shakily.
“I know you would. And if you’re good…” His shoulder rose in a subtle half-shrug, and my heart slammed into my ribs. I’d be good. Not just to earn that blowjob, but because I needed to please this man like I needed oxygen.
I glanced downward, the sight of his hand stroking his cock through his jeans making my mouth water. “May I…” I hesitated, still not completely sure where the lines were.
“May you, what?” He watched me with heavy-lidded but sharp eyes. “You can ask for anything you want, Jack.” One corner of his mouth rose. “I just can’t promise the answer will always be yes.”
Why did that turn me on so much? The thought of him keeping everything I wanted out of my reach? Dangling anything I desired—sex, pain, an orgasm—until I was shaking all over and pleading through tears? Jesus fuck.
“So. What is it you want, Jack?”
The word “everything” was close to tumbling out of my mouth, but I held it back. I let my gaze rest on his hand and dick, then looked up to meet his eyes. “I want to swallow your cum, Sir.”
Devon’s breath stuttered. “Yeah?” He started to undo his fly, sending a surge of anticipation straight down my spine and into my own cock. “You want to blow me, Jack?”
“Yes, Sir.” I watched, transfixed as he freed himself from his pants. He stroked himself, the motions long and slow, just inches from my face. “Please, Sir.”
“Mmm, I love how politely you ask for things.” He slid his other hand into my hair and urged me closer. I eagerly obeyed and leaned in, expecting the salt and heat of his cock on my tongue, but the hand in my hair tightened.Hard. My scalp burned in the same instant my mind flailed withconfusion. Why wasn’t he in my mouth? Why wasn’t I tasting his skin and his pre-cum and?—
“That’s right,” he purred, still stroking himself. “Stay just like that.”