Page 73 of Pretty Mess

I tug at his hand and moan when he doesn’t let me move. I arch into the cool breeze, feeling it tickle my cock. “Do something. Please.”

He observes me for a second, the hot, restless gleam unmistakable in his eyes, and then bends down, dropping kisses over my torso, pulling away and then, when I complain, darting in and biting me.

“Fuck.” I twitch at the sharp pain. “You’re such a tease.” I shout and squirm as he bites my hipbone.

“It’s only teasing if I don’t let you come.”

“You wouldn’t be that mean,” I say, shocked.

This startles another laugh out of him. “True. Your pleasure is mine.”

“Is it?” I hold my breath as he looks up.

“It appears so,” he says slowly. “When did that happen?”

“Maybe it’s your generous nature.” I arch into him, shimmying my pelvis and pushing against his grip.

His teasing air disappears when he leans into me again, licking my skin, sucking on the thin skin of my hips. My cock throbs visibly, and even as I watch, precome seeps from the slit and drips down into my groin.

He fists it, shuttling his hand up and down the sticky length, and I push into his touch, grunting with the pleasure and struggling against his grip because it makes that pleasure flare hot and bright. When he lets go of my dick, I make a protesting sound, but he raises his hand to my mouth.

“Suck,” he orders. “Get me nice and wet like a good boy.”

I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking wetly. Saliva escapes my mouth, coating my chin and his hand while he watches me with avid eyes. Satisfied, he lowers his hand to my cock in a wet, tight grip. I shout, thrusting upwards, spreading my legs, digging my heels into the mattress.

“Look at me,” he snaps, and I obey, trying to focus. “Good boy. I want you to watch. If you close your eyes, I will stop.”

I open my mouth to say who knows what, but the only sound I make is an ecstatic sigh as he leans in and takes my cock in his mouth. I can’t believe he’s doing this for me. He’s a generous lover, but this is the first time he’s been on the giving end of a blowjob with me. He obviously knows what he’s doing and doesn’t hesitate to take me all the way in, swallowing around my length. He nudges my thighs with his free hand, spreading them wider. I whimper as he cups my balls, rolling them gently in his hand.

“F-Fuck,” I stutter, arching into his mouth, my eyelids sliding shut as he begins to suck. I cry out crossly as he pulls off my cock.

He tsks. “I said to watch me.”

“S-Sorry.” I’m so desperate to come, I’m humping frantically, seeking his mouth.

“What do naughty boys get?”

“Is it a blowjob during this century?”

I cry out as he flicks my cock. It’s a shocking sting, but it’s nothing compared to the fire in my blood, my need for him and only him a now-familiar frenzy.

“God,” I whisper fervently. “Please, Mac.”

He releases my hands. “Hold the bedframe,” he orders.

I hasten to do as he says, wrapping my fingers under the wooden headboard, clutching tight.

He dips his head, nosing into my groin. “You smell fucking delicious,” he growls.

I thrust my hips, and he rubs his face against my cock, his stubble creating a bright flare of pain and heat. Then he takes me back into his mouth, not complaining when I shove myself all the way in. His gag reflex is better than mine, and he watches me with a knowing gleam in his eyes.

His nod is my permission to keep going. I watch through slitted eyes as I begin to thrust, slowly fucking his mouth. The sight of him—Cormac, the cool, controlled, powerful man—on his knees and sucking me off is almost as overwhelming as my pleasure.

“Going to come,” I gasp when my balls draw up and tighten. “Please, can I come?”

He pulls back and grabs my balls, pulling them down from their locked and loaded position, and I cry out my frustration.

“Not quite yet, pretty boy,” he says softly.