Page 68 of Needing Your Love
A worthless worm so goddamned far beneath his station?—
A sob caught in my throat, and I bit my lip to keep tears from slipping over my cheeks.
“Jimmy?” he questioned, looking up to study my face.
Swallowing hard, I nodded.
Sutton gripped my hips as though aware I needed to be grounded. “I want you,” he declared, attempting to right all the wrongs in my head.
“Want you too, Chief,” I whispered, my smile wobbling.
He might not be experienced with men, but Sutton knew how to open my jeans with deft fingers and slide the denim down my legs likehewas putting on a striptease forme. His gaze never left my lace-covered cock while stripping my lower half, one leg then the other, socks and all.
“Jimmy,” he murmured and nuzzled his face against my damp panties, breathing me in. “You smell delicious. My damned mouth is watering.” He ran his hands up my thighs. “You shave your legs?” he asked, peering up at me again, pupils now dominating the hazel of his irises.
Lust hit me low, causing my dick to leak. “I’ve waxed my entire body so many times that hardly any hair grows anymore.”
“Satiny smooth,” he murmured, touching me from knees to waist but not where I needed him most. “Turn around.”
I did as told.
“Jesus.” Sutton gulped while lifting my cheeks and squeezing them. “I hope you own stock in these lacy boy shorts because holy fucking shit, do you make them look good.”
I twerked my backside in his face—couldn’t help myself.
He groaned and slid my panties down. Warm exhales ghosted over my cheeks, causing goose bumps to lift along my legs as he removed the scrap of wet material from my body.
Soft kisses pressed against each globe before he spread them wide.
“Of course you’re beautiful here as well. Pink and pretty.” Warm wetness laved over my pucker, and I gasped, falling forward to grab the edge of the bed.
“Fuck, boy.” Sutton grasped my cheeks and kneaded. “You’re gorgeous like this, bent over for me.”
“Please,” I croaked, trying to hold still and not shake my ass to encourage his exploration.
He gave me what I wanted as though knowing my mind yet again, long licks and probing tongue, flicking over my guiche piercing. Nibbling and sucking at my tender flesh until saliva dripped off my balls.
“Sutton—please,” I begged, whimpering like the needy little?—
He swatted my right cheek enough I flinched, the damned word I hated ripped from my thoughts. My dick loved the impact of his palm, even more pre-cum oozing from my shaft. Sutton yanked the comforter off the bed, tapping my backside a little more gently. “Up you go.”
I crawled on shaking limbs and put my ass on display with spread thighs, chest on the mattress. Heartbeat pounding in my ears, I struggled to expand my lungs, fingers gripping the sheet beneath me.
Sutton hummed in appreciation at the sight I made with the deep arch in my spine like a cat in heat.
“While you look like an absolute treat like that, I want to see your eyes when I fill your hole with my cock.”
“Fuck. Yes.” I spun and flopped before grabbing the backs of my knees and pulling them to them to my chest.
“Such a good boy,” Sutton murmured, his focus on my hole, hand squeezing his bulge.
Thosewords.
My heart fluttered.
“Lube up and shove that perfect dick inside me, Chief,” I demanded, breathless for what only he could give me.
Sutton slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his wide shoulders. Then he unbuckled his belt and jeans before sliding them to the floor and kicking them off. He stroked himself while peering at me in heady, thick silence that made my blood burn.
