Page 22 of More Than Words

“What do you think?” He clasped my hand, sliding it inside the front of his boxer briefs and placing it against his warm skin. Leaning down, his warm breath tickled my cheek while he used his grasp on my neck to pull me closer. “Do you have any idea how fuckin’ sexy you look takin’ charge? If you want to touch my cock, babe, consider this an open fuckin’ invitation. Use me how you want, just touch me already. I’ve fantasized about havin’ your hands on me for so long, and I’m desperate for it.”

Deciding my mouth had done enough to feed his ego, I focused on the task at hand, shoving his pants to the floor and quickly—but carefully—yanking down his briefs to join them.

As I grasped the base of his surprisingly impressive erection, he groaned, his head thumping against the door behind him once again.

I’m not sure what I expected. Maybe for him to be just as controlling in bed as he was in real life, but his hands balled into fists at his sides again, the knuckles drawn tight.

“Watch me.”

Dropping to my knees on the carpet, I watched while his eyes fluttered open, widening slightly as I gripped him harder. Flexing my fist, I began pumping his length from base to tip.

“Fuck, Is. Look at that mouth,” he groaned, his eyes fixated on where I was licking my lips. I hadn’t touched him with my mouth yet, but he was throbbing at the promise of what this position could provide.

I’d never bought into the idea that blow jobs were considered a submissive position. From where I was kneeling, he didn’t appear to be the one in control. I held the power over his pleasure, and with the way his pretty blue irises were studying me from beneath hooded eyelids, he knew I was in charge.

“Hm,” I hummed, slowly drawing circles around the crown of his head with the tip of my tongue, enjoying prolonging the tease. “Should I use it for this?”

Bracing one hand on his muscular thigh, I held him steady with the other, licking up the underside and sucking the head briefly between my lips before teasingly stroking his length with my palm.

“Fuck,” he panted as I loosened my grip, lazily smoothing my fist up and down. Not enough pressure to do anything but draw a frustrated moan from his lips. “Please don’t tease me.”

Biting back a laugh, I continued with soft strokes, reveling in how he flexed his hips forward, trying to thrust in my grip. There was a heady sense of satisfaction knowing I was likely torturing him with my hands, as he’d often tortured me with his words.

“I’m sorry. Did you need something?” I tilted my head to the side and fixed him with an innocent flutter of my lashes.

“Fuck. You’re an evil temptress,” he moaned while I kissed his head, darting my tongue out to gather the moisture beaded at the tip.

I hated to admit it, but his package was just as pretty as the rest of him. Long, with just enough girth to give it some weight, curved slightly. I clenched my legs together, picturing what it’d feel like inside me, but pushed that thought aside. I wasn’t sleeping with him. I just wanted to play with him a little.

It’d turned me on watching him speak, and now that he was a captive audience—with his pants around his ankles—I wanted to exact a tiny bit of revenge for these new conflicting feelings I was having.

“So, you don’t want me to do this?” I asked before I leaned forward, engulfing his length until he hit the back of my throat and slowly sucking my way back to the tip.

“Fuck,” he grunted, one hand shooting forward to my cheek while he looked down at me with desperation in his gaze. “You’re driving me crazy, Is. I can’t take it.”

“Hmmm,” I hummed while I backed off to suckle the tip, watching his expression grow pained as I moved when he tried to thrust forward. “You’ll take this if you want me to continue. I want you to think back to all the times you’ve said crass things to me over the last five years. How you used that mouth to torture and degrade me. I want to make you frustrated and desperate like you’ve made me. And when I think you’re sorry enough for your behavior. I might let you come in my mouth.”

Adrian’s chest heaved, and he nodded his head, his thumb stroking softly across my cheekbone. “Ah fuck, do whatever you want with me. Just don’t stop.”

That was all the encouragement I needed as I sucked him back in and used my hands and mouth to torture him. He groaned, cursed, and grunted his way through a prolonged tease that had me clenching my thighs together.

I could tell he was close a few times and immediately backed off, ghosting my lips along his length and leaving whispers of kisses along the head before I dove back in to get him worked up again.

Before long, he was pleading, his eyes desperate as he flexed his thighs, the muscles bunching underneath my fingertips.

“This is fucking torture,” he moaned, his fingers finally tangling in my hair. “But don’t you fuckin’ stop. Oh, God. Just like that. Swallow that dick like you own it. You fuckin’ own it, Is. Goddamn.”

“Mmm,” I hummed, sucking slowly before rubbing my tongue along the underside of the head and releasing him again.

“Please, oh God, please,” he pleaded while his other hand stroked my cheek, his eyes imploring for me to put him out of his misery. “You’re right. I’m an ass. I’m sorry. Just let me come in that pretty mouth and I promise I’ll behave.”

“Hold on, you don’t need to sound so needy. All you had to do was ask nicely,” I teased as I finally caved, needing him to come so I could go relieve the tension that had built up from watching him become desperate in my hold.

“Fuckkk,” he groaned when I set a rapid pace, caressing the soft spot behind his balls with my fingertips. I took him deeper and deeper with each pass of my mouth along his length. It may have been years since I’d given head, but my blow job skills had once been epic.

Pressing my fingers firmly, I took him to the back of my throat, swallowing hard, and that was all it took to tip him right over the edge. His fingers clenched in my hair, and he moaned loudly, pulsing in my mouth. “Ah, fuck. That’s it, swallow that cum.”

Watching him slump against the door behind him panting, eyes clenched shut as the previous tension in his muscles eased, I began to panic.

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