Page 142 of Bloom
“Look at how wet you are, slut. Keep your eyes on your hole. I bet I could slide a couple of fingers right in there.”
Please, yes. Aleric needed to feel something in his ass. More of the clear liquid leaked out, and instead of slipping a finger in, Jaime rubbed his cheeks.
“You’re so pretty. Stand up and clasp your hands behind your back. Keep them like that unless I say otherwise, and don’t move.”
Aleric straightened up. Keeping his hands behind his back was another safe way of restraining him where he could get out of it in a second. Jaime held his hard cock without stroking him. The still pressure was practically maddening, but he could stay still even though he wanted to move and fuck the grip around his cock.
Jaime had tented the front of his sleep pants, and he was probably aching to feel Aleric’s mouth on him.
“You’re good at staying still even with the heat. Turn around, slut, and look at yourself again.”
Jaime kept a hold of his cock. Satisfied that Aleric was watching himself, he thumbed a nipple and pinched it. He was pretty sure it felt more sensitive than normal. It was likely since he was pregnant.
“You’re beautiful, especially with the blush.”
Jaime stroked his chest and was particularly gentle around his stomach which was still flat. He finally released Aleric’s cock and turned him to rub his back.
“Part your legs. Your balls are quite wet.” Jaime cupped them from behind. “What a patient whore. I bet you can’t wait to suck my cock. Bend over. Show me your wet hole again.”
Jaime parted his cheeks and slipped a finger in. Aleric couldn’t help a faint noise. Finally. Friction.
“Shh. Save your moans for when my cock is in your mouth. If I let you make any noise.” Jaime gently pushed his finger into the hilt. “Uh-uh. No squirming.”
Aleric tightened his jaw when his prostate was firmly stroked. Jaime used his other hand to grasp Aleric’s cock. If Jaime decided to get him off right there, he wouldn’t complain.
Jaime released his cock and stepped back. “If you want more, you better get on your knees. I don’t think I need to tell a whore what I expect, and you can figure out how to get to my cock with your mouth.”
Damn right, he didn’t need to say it. Aleric wanted the finger back in his ass, but he wanted something else even more. When he sank to his knees in front of Jaime, he felt a drop of slick on the floor under his knee.
Jaime hadn’t removed his sleep pants, and he made no move to help as Aleric nipped at the ties around his waist. He didn’t mind working to get to the cock he so badly wanted. Even though he’d seen Jaime naked before, he’d never gotten to admire him quite so much. Physical jobs, wandering, and practicing with his sword in private had certainly kept him firm.
Aleric didn’t know what to call them, but some men had faint marks on their hips, and Jaime had them too. With the waist of his sleep pants loosened and sagging, they were more noticeable and practically made a V shape toward his dick. Aleric had to use his teeth on either side to make them slide down. The drawers had a little button at the waist, and he had to work a little harder to undo it.
It finally came loose, and Aleric bit at the waist to pull down the drawers. Jaime’s cock came free. Some dominants didn’t want the submissive making eye contact and preferred for them to look down or elsewhere. Some didn’t care, and others liked forcing eye contact. Aleric chanced a glance up as he gave Jaime’s cock a lick along the side.
He didn’t seem to mind. Aleric was ready to stuff it in his throat, but Jaime lifted his cock. “Lick my balls.”
Aleric obediently lapped at the skin of his sack and let a few licks trail to the underside of Jaime’s cock. Gently, to avoid scraping it on his teeth, he drew a ball into his mouth to suck on while he looked up. Jaime let his cock drop on his face, partially obscuring his vision.
The gesture, simple yet so degrading, like Aleric wasn’t worth a courtesy despite sucking on the man’s left nut, made more slick leak from his ass and dribble down his own sack. Another drop had started trailing down his thigh. If he sat on the bed or anywhere, he’d leave a huge wet spot. The tip of his cock was wet too.
Aleric released him to give his cock long, slow licks up the side even though he was ready to shove it in his throat. Anything to draw it out a little.
“I thought you were going to suck me off,” said Jaime.
“Your slut just wants to enjoy the privilege a little more.”
“Aren’t you a sweet whore?” Jaime got himself a good handful of his hair, tilted his head back, and smacked his cock against the side of Aleric’s face. Some of the moisture on the tip smeared across his cheek. “Stick your tongue out and stay still.”
Aleric had to remain still for a few moments with the head of his cock resting against his tongue, and he tasted a little pre-cum. Jaime started sweeping part of Aleric’s hair up and combing his fingers through it like he was trying to get it just right.
When he gripped it again, it was hard enough to sting Aleric’s scalp.
“I think that’ll work to keep you under control. Suck, whore. It’s all you're good for.”
Aleric whimpered as the head was shoved into his mouth. Fuck. He needed this: to be manhandled, treated like a whore, and still feel safe. All he had to do was move his hands and snap if he couldn’t talk.
Aleric worked the length into his throat. He still hadn’t lost his talent since he didn’t gag.
