Page 18 of Promised Secret (Promises, Promises #3)

“I’m going to touch you, and you’re not going to come,” he said, sliding a finger down my length. His calm tone was a stark contrast to the whining noise that escaped my throat.

He was crazy if he thought I wasn’t going to come the moment he really got his hand on me, but the stern look in Dan’s eyes told me he was dead serious.

“You’re going to tell me when you’re too close to the edge, or we’re not doing this at all,” he said. As if giving me a little tease of what I’d be missing out on, he pumped my rock-hard cock.

The determination was still in his eyes but hesitation had crept in, too. This was important to him. Did controlling my body somehow confirm that I really belonged to him? I didn’t know, but if this was what he needed, I’d give it to him.

“Can’t you let me come once? Then you can do whatever you want to me,” I bargained. I didn’t know how I was going to do what he wanted when my dick was already begging for a release.

He pumped my cock, milking more precum from me. I sighed into his touch, thinking he’d acquiesced to my request, and thank fuck, too, because I was so ready for the release.

Just before I could have a taste of the sweet release, Dan gave a curt, “No.” He leaned back onto the couch, much too far away for my liking. My dick cried out, needing his touch, but his eyes were firm as he said, “We’re doing this my way or not at all.”

“Fine. Just give me a minute,” I gritted out and exhaled a long, ragged breath in order to calm myself. It didn’t help at all, so I forced my eyes closed and tried to think about anything besides my need to come.

Clowns. Think about clowns and their freaky-ass makeup. Think about how weird it was that so many of them could fit in a tiny-ass car.

Dan squeezed my dick, and my eyes popped open. “Your minute is up,” he stated and pumped my erection. I was no farther from coming than I was a minute ago.

My hips bucked at his touch, the release so fucking close, but then Dan pulled back again.

“Tell me when you’re about to come,” he said, the warning clear in his voice. Words were impossible at that moment, so I could only nod as I tried to catch my breath.

Dan just watched me. Those damn brown eyes felt like warm honey on my skin as they caressed me. I groaned, more turned on than I’d ever been before, and he wasn’t even touching me.

I was so fucked. Which was only further confirmed when Dan put his hands back on me.

This time, he didn’t go straight for my dick.

He fell to his knees between my legs. His lips pressed into the sensitive part of my inner thigh as he gently dragged his teeth up against it.

His eyes were still locked on mine as he moved his hot mouth up my thigh.

He pressed a quick, teasing peck to my balls, then whispered, “Remember to tell me when you’re close. ”

I nodded so hard I thought my head was going to fall off my neck, but who the hell cared about that when it meant I could get Dan’s lips back on me?

He chuckled, his hot breath tickling me right before he sucked on my balls.

I couldn’t stop the guttural moan as he loved on one ball, then the other, moving back and forth like he was memorizing the taste of them.

I couldn’t pull my gaze away, even though I knew I was only making things harder for myself.

Dan on his knees for me? It was going to grace my dreams for days.

His eyes still held mine, too, and very slowly, he licked a wet stripe up my length, then pressed a loving kiss to my head. I tried to keep still, but my hips thrust up, meeting only air.

Dan had moved down again to sprinkle rough kisses around my groin. He left dark red marks in his wake as his lips moved up again.

I already knew Dan’s kisses felt amazing, but I wasn’t prepared for how devious they were, too. I could barely get in air fast enough with how breathless he was making me. And just when I thought I had more of a reprieve, Dan made his move again.

Without any warning whatsoever, he dragged his tongue up my shaft, following the most prominent vein to my head.

Once there, he didn’t hesitate to suck down my entire length.

It was impressive, really. And I would have given him more praise if I weren’t so focused on not coming right then and there.

My dick hit the back of his throat, and more of my moans echoed inside the living room. Dan’s eyes fluttered closed as he pulled off with a huff. He nuzzled his cheek against my erection, and…was he fucking sniffing me?

Why was that hotter than it should be?

I keened at the sight, thankful his mouth wasn’t on me right now, because I was going to fucking blow.

Dan’s browns met mine again as my precum dripped down my length and onto his cheek. He swiped at the liquid and made a show of lapping it up.

“You taste so good,” he said with a moan that had me producing more of that good stuff for him. His mouth covered my head, the suction both heaven and hell, but it was his words that were the real killer.

“I could stay here all night tasting you, milking you until you have nothing left to give.” He took me down his throat.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, but he pulled off too quickly for me to really savor it.

“And the things I planned to do to you with my mouth? You’re gonna be begging me to never stop. ”

“For fuck’s sake, Dan, shut the fuck up,” I begged, the words coming out half-assed and weak. It couldn’t be helped. I was using all my energy not to come.

“Not in the chatting mood? That’s all right with me, too,” he said with a chuckle. He licked his lips, and the conversation was over. He was too busy using his mouth to do the dirty things he’d promised.

He took all of me again. My dick might as well be down his throat at this point. He did something that had him vibrating around me, driving me fucking mad.

“Dan, I’m gonna come,” I whined, and just like that, he was off me again. He looked so fucking pleased with himself as I gasped for air.

The switch from his hot mouth to the cold AC was a shock to my system. Every single part of my body was straining with the effort of keeping still and not breaking free from his restraints to take what I wanted.

I didn’t know why Dan needed this, but he did. And I was willing to do anything for him. Like I told him, I was his to do with as he wished.

Dan let me rest for longer this time. He sat back on his haunches, showing me he was hard, too. I licked my lips, wishing he’d strip, so I’d get to see him too. I wasn’t able to last time either.

Why I wanted to see a dude’s hard dick, I wasn’t going to think too deeply on. I was going to focus on the fact that it was Dan, and every part of him was nice, so I was sure his erection would be, too.

Unfortunately, my wish didn’t come true, as Dan refocused his energy on torturing me. If I thought my dick was aching before, it was nothing compared to how it now felt under Dan’s control.

He’d put his mouth on me, then stop right before I could come, letting me rest only until I could breathe again, before doing it all over again.

My dick throbbed with need. Hell, my entire body throbbed with need. Not an inch of my skin was spared from his wicked mouth.

I was a rocket that was so fucking ready to take off, but my launcher was persistent about keeping me grounded, despite my begging.

I was going insane under his handling, my dick a sloppy mess of precum and his spit.

I didn’t know how long he’d been at it. It was still light out when we got home, but now the only light came from the dim lamp Dan had turned on earlier. The passage of time was marked by the brief minutes of rest he’d allowed me in order to get my shit together.

Not that I had any hopes of that. Even if he wasn’t touching me, his gaze burned into me, and that might as well be another form of torture altogether.

He’d always had pretty eyes, but what I loved most about them was how honest they were, and right now, they showed me just how needy he was for me, too.

That was what hit me the hardest. His need to possess me was as strong as mine was for him, and allowing him to do this comforted something inside of him. There was no doubt I’d let him control my orgasm for as long as he wanted.

He reached out his hand and softly cupped my cheek, his eyes going soft as his thumb stroked my lips. Now that I thought about it, his mouth had kissed every single part of me besides my own lips. And now I craved it.

Dan wouldn’t let me come, but maybe he’d let me have this?

“Kiss me, please,” I asked, voice hoarse from all the moaning I’d done tonight.

Dan smiled, a soft, pretty thing. His hand continued to stroke my cheek as his face came closer. He plopped a quick kiss to my lips that ended much too soon. I pulled forward for more, as much as my restraints allowed me to, but Dan was just out of my reach.

I caught his smirk just before he said, “You can come now.” Then his lips were back on mine, giving me exactly what I wanted.

I gasped into the kiss, and his tongue slipped past my teeth and led me into the hardest orgasm I’d ever experienced. My hips bucked, and I was shooting into the air, untouched, but that didn’t matter when Dan finally gave me permission.

He kissed me through the orgasm and swallowed my moans. I was sensitive everywhere, and his hands threading through my hair had me trembling along with the force of the release.

I was shaking and mindless, and my well-spent cock was crying for rest against my thigh.

“You were so good for me,” Dan whispered and flicked my nipple. I moaned at the touch, overstimulated, but also so damn happy I’d given Dan something he needed.

It was just…why had it felt like I needed this too?