Page 19 of Full Mountie

“That’s shameful.”

“And yet I told you anyway, so…” He nods towards his dick.

He’s not wrong. It’s not what I asked for, exactly, but it was honest and open. I lick him with a broad, flat tongue. His taste is heady and still familiar after all these years. I suck just the head into my mouth and pull what I can get from from his slit onto my tongue.

Fuck, my dick is chubbing up again. I want to jack his legs up to his knees and drill him so hard, but that would be too much for tonight.

One thing at a time.

“Tell me something else,” I whisper, my breath brushing against his cock. “Tell me what you would do if you weren’t so duty bound. If I ordered you to be a hedonist for a night.”

“Ahh…” He swallows his cry and pumps his hips into my mouth. I’m not going to even pretend that I’ll deprive him of this. I’ll keep sucking because I love the taste of him. But I’m not going to change it up or add a hand or fingers until he fesses up.

He’s not coming until I get something truly filthy in return.

We all have them. Dirty, disgusting wants.

What’s the point of a fantasy if it’s not utterly awful to say out loud? There’s nothing mind-blowing about that which you can voice without wanting to die a little on the inside.

I wonder if Lachlan wants a dirty threesome of his own. I picture us dancing at a club. Taking someone home. More than one person.

Lots of bodies.

I want Lachlan in a pile of sweaty limbs. Mouths and hands all over him.

But that’s my fantasy, and right now, this minute, I want him to admit to his.

I slide back, giving the head a quick little flutter with the tip of my tongue while I use the V between my thumb and index finger to trap his sack up against the base of his cock.

His frustrated groan goes straight to my dick.

“Come on, Lachlan—I know you want to come. And all it’ll take is one dirty little fantasy. How hard can it be for you to share that with me when I’ve been balls-deep inside your body?”

I lock my gaze with his and flick the tip of my tongue back and forth over that sensitive spot where the head of his cock meets the shaft, occasionally swiping up to lick away a drop of pre-come.

As soon as he starts bucking his hips, I squeeze a little with my hand and pull my head back. “What’s so hard about one little confession? Who am I going to tell?”

He shakes his head, and I loosen my grip on his cock slightly and go back to teasing him with my tongue until he’s close again.

I could keep this up all night. And he knows it. I’ve done it before, and he didn’t love it. He took it because that’s what I wanted. Now he’s taking it because he’s not ready to give me what I want. Not yet, but he’s close.

After two more trips to the edge, he finally gives in. His face, his body in that moment where he submits entirely to me—it’s beautiful.

“Tell me.”

He squeezes his eyes shut and balls his hands into fists. “I…want to see what it’s like…to…um…get topped by a woman.” Flopping against the back of the chair, he lets out a big rush of air.

“Well done.” Reaching up, I grab him by the back of the neck and pull him forward. I take his mouth hard, my tongue pressing deep. I’m proud of him for opening up, making himself vulnerable to me. His submission was hard won tonight, and now it’s time for me to reward him for his bravery.

Releasing his lips, I lower my head and tease that spot that makes him crazy before taking his cock deep into my mouth. I love the way he moans when I take him into my throat. I slide back up his shaft, swirl my tongue around the head, then straight back down. Another long trip up, a swirl of the tongue and then I let loose.

Tightening my grip at the base of his cock, I slide up and down his shaft hard and fast, varying the depth. Sometimes shallow, sometimes all the way down.

It’s not long before his breaths come faster and his hips start jerking.

He spurts hard against the back of my throat, and I swallow every drop. Even after he stops pulsing and slips out of my mouth, I stay on my knees for him, my head pressed against the hard flat of his belly.

But it’s not for him at all. It’s for me.

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