Page 50 of Tempting Frey
Yeah.
“But first…”
He stepped closer and lowered himself to his knees in front of me. Licking his lips, he ran his hands along my thighs and reached for my fly. I’d been hard since he walked into the room. When he pulled my cock out, it throbbed in his hands.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he said, “but I really want to try.”
As if I would ever stop him.
He pulled the foreskin down and, holding my gaze, placed a kiss on the tip of my cock. Then another. A flick of his tongue. Torturously slowly, he parted his lips and wrapped them around my cockhead. The softest suction made my dick tingle and balls tighten.
“I like the taste,” he murmured. “The feeling of you in my mouth.”
I couldn’t reply. I was transfixed by his lips moving against my exposed flesh as he spoke.
Holding the shaft with both hands, Oliver took me deeper, his warm tongue sliding down the underside. A groan escaped me. The sensation was nothing short of exquisite. And the sight! His lips stretched around my girth, cheeks hollowed, eyes glassy, twin patches of dark pink high on his cheekbones, his hair, gold and copper… and turquoise lace. Then he moaned, and the sound vibrated through my dick to my balls.
“Oliver, baby…” He must have heard in my voice how deeply I was affected.
Something flashed in his eyes, maybe pride, and he moved his head up and down, sucking harder. He gagged, but thatdidn’t stop him. He breathed through his nostrils and tried again.
Soon, he was sliding his mouth down my cock, the tip nudging his throat. My hands went to his hair of their own volition. When I tugged on the glowing strands, his eyes fluttered shut, and he hummed. I began guiding his movements, only subtly, and he seemed to like it. He sucked on the upstroke and licked on the way down, growing bolder.
When his eyes opened again, his pupils dark pools of desire, a sudden wave of pleasure almost made me lose it. The scent of his heat intensified.
“Come up here.”
He let go, staring up at me with his lips wet and reddened. “I want to make you come.”
“When your heat is over, you can suck me whenever you want. I’ll beg you to let me come in your mouth and on your face.” The lust in his features was spectacular. “But soon you’ll want my knot in you, won’t you?”
He nodded, looking dazed.
“Then come up here.”
He stood on wobbly legs, and I cupped his hips as he straddled my lap. I ran my hands over the lace and ribbons encasing his torso.
“Beautiful.”
His creamy skin and the few pale freckles on his shoulders looked incredible against the color of the lace. The outline of his nipples… I stroked them with my palms, then moved down to his belly. Oliver placed his hands on my shoulders and rocked his hips.
“It’s starting to ache,” he said.
“But we have time.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Because you deserve to wait for what you’ve done to me with this outfit.”
He nibbled on the corner of his lower lip, looking all coy.
“Maybe I even deserve a spanking?” Was that anticipation in his tone?
I slid my hands along the ribbons and over his hips, then stroked his ass cheeks. I traced the edges of the obscene panties where they opened over his crease. I remembered vividly how they parted in the back, exposing Oliver’s ass.
With both hands, I patted his ass cheeks over lace and bare skin. It was just a light smack, but Oliver sucked in a breath.
“On your knees, baby. Ass out.”
