Page 4 of Double the D
"Suck me." He told me, his voice breathless and desperate.
I stopped stroking. "Say please."
"Fuck you."
I grinned, enjoying this back and forth, knowing it was turning us both the fuck on.
I pushed out a sad sigh, "guess you don't want-"
His hand shot out, covering mine, forcefully keeping my fingers around his cock.
"Please." He gritted out; jaw clenched.
I made a tutting sound in the back of my throat, leaning close to nip him on his collar bone. "Please what?"
"Please, Dane. Suck me."
Instead, I fisted his hair, pulling him close and smashing our mouths together. We fought for dominance, his hands wrapping around me to battle for control. I jerked him between us, our bodies sliding together – mine fully clothed, his naked. I knew the difference would drive him higher.
"Do it," he barked, reaching down to cup my cock through my jeans. "Fucking suck me."
I slid hungry lips down his body as I slowly lowered to the ground, sucking, and nipping, tasting the salt of his skin as I made my way down. On my knees, I fisted his cock, bringing it to my mouth. I paused, glancing up, seeing him looking down at me with half-mast eyes.
"You know Belle is gonna cream the first time she sees me doing this to you," I muttered, giving him a small jerk.
My words, deliberately chosen, were enough to tip Drake over the edge. He fisted my hair, pulling me onto his cock, thrusting until he hit the back of my throat. I reveled in his loss of control, my hands coming up to grip his ass, letting him thrust into my mouth with wild abandon.
"Fuck, Dane. Fuck. Baby," Drake held my head, pressing deep into the back of my throat as he came. I swallowed, sucking it down.
"Shit," he muttered, releasing his grip, and sagging against the wall. "Fuck that was hot."
I wiped at the corner of my mouth, grinning as I stood.
"Give me a second and I'll-"
"Nah," I muttered, readjusting my crotch. "I'm good for now."
Drake raised an eyebrow, giving my pants a meaningful look. A quick glance revealed that my jeans were doing jack shit to hide my massive erection.
"I'll fuck you later tonight," I told him, not afraid of a case of blue balls. "We gotta go."
Drake reached down, casually pulling his jeans up his long legs. "Where?"
"Mr. Henderson." I grinned, anticipation tingling at the base of my spine. "We got a woman to claim."
***
Drake drove while I made a call, sorting out a flaky boat builder.
"Look, I get you guys want this done. But the fact is I can't meet your impossible deadline. You gotta work with me here."
I exchanged a glance with Drake, my mouth thinning into an unimpressed line. He gave me an eye-roll before looking back at the road.
"Simon, we told you six months ago our deadline. You assured us you'd have the crew ready to go when we settled here. Our specifications for this build aren't unusual. If you can't meet our deadline, we'll find someone who can."
The guy on the other end of the phone huffed and puffed and tried to wheedle me into a compromise. Fact was, we needed this guy to start the project now. We were heading into winter and unless he started it over this period, there was no way the boat would be ready for spring/summer next year. The boat would seat up to fifty tourists and would be equipped with a catering area, toilets and storage for all our various gear.
"No," I finally snapped as Drake turned into the nursing home complex. "We're terminating this contract. I expect our deposit to be returned by next week."
