Jupiter didn’t want a perfect little playmate to boss around. Trev could see that now. Jupiter wanted a brat he could bend to his will, a wild thing to tame, and Trev knew exactly how to give it to him.
“Who says I’m going to let you?” Trev challenged.
“Oh, baby doll.” Jupiter chuckled. “I know it. You want a real man. Someone who knows how to handle you and give you what you want without having to screw around.”
“And what’s that?”
“To be put in your place and fucked like a whore and still be taken out to dinner after.”
Trev couldn’t argue with that, and Jupiter’s words created a powerful bloom of heat in his loins. He reached down to squeeze his cock through his panties, taunting, “Sorry, maybe I’m just not in the mood right now.”
“Who’s pretending now?” Jupiter walked to the foot of the bed.
“Certainly not me.” Trev kept stroking himself slowly over the soft lace. “I still have my doubts that you can?—”
“Come here.” Jupiter pointed to the mattress in front of him.
“Right now?” Trev shivered.
“Right now, sir.”
“I thought you wanted me to call you sir?” Trev grinned. “I can dom if you’d like?—”
“Now.” Jupiter’s tone indicated that he was not amused.
Trev had never cared much for being submissive. It simply wasn’t in his nature, though he could fake it quite well. He’d never felt any particular joy from being praised and certainly had never longed for anyone to take away his control and dominate him.
Strangely, however, there was a part of him right now that was excited.
Jupiter was a criminal. There was no telling what he was truly capable of. The danger had created a new thrill that Trev was having trouble defining, but it pumped adrenaline through his veins until all his muscles felt light, and his cock was rock hard as he crawled down to the foot of the bed.
“Here, sir?” Trev drawled. “Or am I too close? Maybe another inch?”
“You’re fine there. You’re right where I want you.” Jupiter touched Trev’s chin again. “I am going to give that beautiful little mouth of yours something more productive to do than talking back to me.”
“Yes, sir.” Trev’s heart thumped away in a frantic rhythm, nearly as feverish as how hard and fast he hoped Jupiter was gonna fuck him later.
Jupiter unbuckled his belt, and the drag of his zipper that followed was torturously slow.
Trev continued to keep his face as neutral as possible, though perhaps he smiled a bit too much when Jupiter finally pulled out his cock.
Big, thick, and beautiful, just like the rest of him.
“Open,” Jupiter commanded.
Trev opened his mouth, and he was rewarded with the swipe of the head over his bottom lip.
Finally.
Jupiter rubbed his cock all the way around Trev’s mouth, playing over his lips before he began feeding him every girthy inch. “Go on, baby doll. Suck me nice and slow. I wanna make this last.”
Trev eagerly took Jupiter into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the shaft as he sucked him. He enjoyed the small gasp Jupiter uttered as he swallowed him down, and he didn’t stop until Jupiter’s cock had hit the back of his throat.
He bobbed his head, turning at an angle to make sure his tongue slid all the way up and down the shaft. He took his time, swallowing the spit pooling in his cheeks and squeezing the base. He was waiting for Jupiter to grab his hair or fuck his face, but Jupiter appeared content to let Trev do as he pleased for now.
Was he waiting to see what Trev could do?
Was this some sort of test?