Page 35 of Love By Design

“I can’t just?—”

I twisted the hand in his hair and bared my teeth against the shell of his ear. Rutting against him, I ground my cock between the cleft of his ass, my slacks against his tender thighs.

“Do you understand?” I repeated.

He swallowed hard. “Yes, Marshall.”

I shoved his face back down into the sheets, taking the pillows away in favor of sliding them into place beneath his hips. It gave him something to fuck, but it gave me a better angle to spank him, and I’d been very clear with him about my expectation that he not come.

I laid into him forcefully after that. Enough strength behind each movement to make my forearm ache from exertion. After twenty minutes, I tore off my gloves and gave him my skin, which earned me more of the sounds that made my dick leak. The lube and the condom burned a hole in my pocket, but it was barely after nine and I didn’t know if I would get a chance to have Silas ever again.

Finally taking a break to catch my breath, I rocked back onto my heels, drawing stars and swirls across the patchwork bruising that had already begun to form on the back of Silas’s legs. He let out a shaky whimper, arching after my touch in search of more. I drew my way over his hip and down between his stomach and the pillows. His cock was rigid and hot to the touch.

“You’re so wet for me,” I told him, dragging my thumb through his slick slit. “Do you ever like to top?”

He shook his head, whispered, “No.”

“That’s good.” I made a tight fist around his straining dick and stroked. “Some men look best on the bottom, I think.”

“Marshall.”

“Hmn?”

“I need to come.”

I laughed, a low rumble in the center of my chest. “The only thing you need to do is what you’re told, Silas. And I definitely haven’t told you to come.”

“Marshall,” he whined, hips thrusting against my hand.

“I’m nowhere near ready to fuck you.”

That was a lie. Maybe the biggest one I’d ever told.

“Let’s get those muscles moving, sweetheart. Don’t wantyou to get sore.” The endearment slipped out without much forethought, but I liked the taste of it just the same.

Moving around the bed, I unclipped one of his wrists and then sat down with my ass where the pillows should have been, my back flat against the wall. I attached Silas’s wrist to the bed again and tugged him closer so his face was buried in my lap. I pulled the pillows out from beneath his hips and told him to hold himself up on his knees. His hair was soft and damp against my fingers, and I threaded my fingers into his hair to maneuver his face against my bulge.

Silas mouthed my cock through my pants, and I was grateful he couldn’t see the absolute pleasure wash over my face from the heat of his mouth. I was as affected by him as he was by me, if not more, but I needed to maintain the appearance of control. At least for the night.

After enjoying the feel of his face, I fought open my pants with my free hand, revealing my cock to him for the first time, up close and personal. My shaft slapped against his cheek, and Silas’s lashes fluttered. He was so fucking sweaty, already so wrecked.

“You’re huge,” he groaned.

“Sssh.” I brushed the tip across his lips, and he opened wide for me. “Do you remember where I told you I wanted my cock to go?”

He nodded eagerly, swallowing my length until his nose was pressed against my stomach. He gagged once he had me fully in his mouth, the convulsion of his throat muscles against my crown not doing anything to hold me back from my own end.

“Lift your legs up if you want to stop, Silas. Do you understand?” I asked.

He made an affirmative sound that sent a shiver straight into my balls.

“Show me.”

He lifted his legs, the spreader bar still holding him open, then he collapsed them back down to the bed.

“Good boy,” I told him again. “You don’t have to do anything but suck, alright?”

In response to that, he suckedhard.