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“Tell me what you want,” I demanded as an order, not a question.
Shane licked his lips. “I want you to come all over me. Then, I want to taste you, so I have your cum inside me.”
The lust on his face increased with my pace. And the submissive longing tone sent me over the edge. I sprayed him from his cock up to his chest. A fucking Adonis covered in my orgasm.
Scooping it up, I lifted my hand, and Shane opened his mouth without prompting. His arms twitched, but he kept them above his head.
“You said you wanted my cum. Good boys get what they ask for,” I said.
Shane voraciously sucked, his tongue twining around my finger in his warm mouth. He nudged my hand with his chin to gain access to my palm, and his tongue lapped it up.
Being with Shane felt like standing on top of the mountain. I was invincible, and the world was at our feet.
I traced his tattoo while we recovered and said, “A dragon suits you.”
Shane’s entire body went rigid, and even though he continued to lick, he wasn’t present.
“What’s that about?”
Shane closed his eyes. “You can’t ask me questions about my past, and the tattoo is part of my past.”
I opened my mouth to argue but closed it. It hadn’t occurred to me that he’d insisted on rules I wouldn’t want to follow. But as I bound him to my rules, I was bound to his. I certainly didn’t want him to ask me questions. This was about sex. Only sex.
I slid down his body to swallow his cock, and he bucked and fucked my mouth like a caged animal unleashed. My voice would be wrecked for days, but it was a small price to pay. Shane unrestrained was like witnessing a Greek God in the throes of passion. Michelangelo would’ve been lucky to capture his beauty.
I tried to keep my eyes on him, but his salty, musky taste was so good my eyes rolled back, and I groaned around him. It almost felt wrong to take so much pleasure from him and find it so gratifying to keep a part of him inside me.
After round two, we gathered water and snacks and sat side-by-side, propped up against Shane’s headboard.
“I would like to officially apologize for doubting porn.” Shane’s lopsided grin changed the hard angles of his face to a younger, more playful version of himself. “It was the best idea; when are we doing it again?” His tone was teasing but the pink at the top of his ears said he was serious.
“We can do it again next time or every time. Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want before we start. But once we start, all the decisions are mine.”
If I kept control of him, then I’d control our deal, and it would all work out.
“Okay.” Shane sighed happily and rested his head on my shoulder. “Oh.” He turned so he faced me. “Can I call your dick ‘jumbo?’”
I tried to understand his expression to tell if he was kidding. He had a weird sense of humor, and he also didn’t have a filter, so I couldn’t tell. “Don’t be adick,” I teased.
“Well, you’re being extremely hardheaded.” His gaze flicked to my cock.
“I expected a better comeback from you.”
I picked up a piece of cheese and fed it to him. My heart fluttered again at the sight of Shane eating from my hand. Maybe I had arrhythmia.
“It’s your fault,” Shane said, opening for another piece of cheese. “I’m usually witty with highbrow humor, but you’ve decimated all my brain cells. I think they might have exited through my dick.” He sat up straighter and laughed. “I’ll call it ‘Goliath.’”
“You’re serious?” I asked, keeping the cheese far enough away so he had to lean into me.
“‘Cock’ is just so crass.”
“I can see why, with all the things we’ve done, the word ‘cock’ would offend your innocent sensibilities.” I traced a finger from his forehead, down his chest to his cock, and bit his shoulder.
Shane covered his mouth in mock surprise. “Cole, are you seducing me?”
“Smartass,” I laughed, surprised by how much I enjoyed his teasing.
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