Not Safe for Work(15)

“If those get too tight or you start losing feeling, you know what to do.”

He nodded. “Safe word.”

“Good.” I ran my fingers through his dark hair. “And your safe word is…?”

“Red.”

“Perfect.”

I came around and stood in front of him, and for a moment, I just gazed at him. God, he was gorgeous. On his knees. Cuffed. Watching me intently.

My mouth watered—there was something unspeakably hot about making a man kneel in his own castle. All he needed now was a cock between those beautiful lips, and this would be perfect And fortunately, that was something that could be arranged.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. As I pulled out my uncomfortably hard erection, Rick watched, as if mesmerized, and I could only imagine the things going through his mind.

I stroked myself in front of him, close enough to almost touch his lips. “You know, this is all I’m going to be able to think about on Monday.”

His eyes flicked back and forth from my cock to my face. “Me too.”

“Supposed to be building models. Just gonna be thinking about you sitting like this, itching to suck my dick.”

His breath hitched, and he stared up at me, eyes wide.

“That’s what you want to do, isn’t it?” I asked.

Rick nodded, and quickly added, “I want to do whatever you tell me to.”

“Good save.”

His eyes grew even wider, this time with panic.

“Relax.” I smoothed his hair with my free hand. “You can tell me what you want to do. I just decide if you get to do it.”

“Oh. Okay.” He swallowed. “For the record, I…” He glanced at my cock, and I swore I could feel his mouth watering as he added, “I do want to suck your dick.”

“Well, as it happens…” I steadied myself with one hand, rested the other on the back of his head and stopped with just the head of my cock between his lips. He made no attempt to come forward and take more, instead waiting patiently for me to give him more.

Slowly, carefully, I pushed past his lips. He immediately went to town on me, licking and teasing. As much as I loved the things he could do with his hands, this was spectacular—f*cking his mouth while he knelt, hands cuffed behind his back. His shoulders twitched and pulled, as if he were fighting the cuffs.

I gripped his hair, holding him perfectly still, and slid deeper, careful not to challenge his gag reflex.

Though he couldn’t move, his lips and tongue weren’t restricted at all, and my God, he used them. He swirled his tongue. Tightened his lips. Relaxed them. Tightened them again. When his eyes flicked up to meet mine, his brow pinched like he was silently asking “Is this good? Is this right?”, my knees threatened to buckle. In no time, I’d gone from turned on to struggling to keep my orgasm at bay.

“You’re so good at this,” I slurred. “Jesus, Rick…”

He groaned softly and redoubled his efforts, and staying in control was suddenly a hell of a lot harder than it was supposed to be.

I rocked my hips a little faster. “You ready for me to come?”

This time, his groan was more than I could handle. The sound and the vibration, the palpable eagerness—I didn’t even try to fight it.

“Oh f*ck,” I ground out as the first surge almost toppled me over. “Keep… Holy shit, Rick…”

He didn’t let up at all. He kept licking and teasing right up until I stopped him with a hand on his forehead and withdrew from his mouth. He caught every drop too, swallowing it down and running his tongue across his lips as if to make sure he hadn’t missed any.

“Jesus.” The room spun around me. Hands shaking and heart thumping, I fixed my clothes. As I caught my breath, I blinked my eyes into focus.

And there he was, still kneeling, still rock hard in his pants, his lips shining and his face flushed. Deliciously submissive, visibly turned on and ready for a well-deserved orgasm.

I crouched in front of him again, ignoring the vague ache in my centuries-old joints, and unzipped his jeans. With him in that position, it was a challenge, but I gently freed his rock-hard dick and wrapped my fingers around it.

“Shit,” he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Don’t come until I say. Understood?”

He tilted his head back and mouthed a curse before he murmured, “Y-yes.”

As long as he’d bared all that skin, I couldn’t possibly resist, so I leaned in to kiss his neck.

Rick moaned. “Oh my God…”

My sentiments exactly. Everything about him—his voice, his hot flesh against my lips, the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d so enthusiastically given me—drove me wild, and I fully intended to return the favor.

I kissed his throat again and whispered, “You give amazing head, Rick.”

His cock stiffened in my hand. “Th-thank you.”

“I’m supposed to be thinking of all kinds of ways to f*ck with you.” I pressed my teeth into his skin, just enough to make him gasp. “Could tie you up. Send you into space. But I love f*cking with you like this too. Do you like this?”

“Yes.”

“Can’t wait to do more, though. So many things I can do with toys.” I exhaled across his neck. “But just watching the way you obey me when I tell you not to come, even though I know you want to”—I squeezed his cock—“turns me on like nothing else.”