He hisses as I rub him, and I look up at him with a hooded gaze. “You hate that you want me, don’t you? It’s written all over your face.”
He closes his eyes, dropping his head back as I run my palm up and down the underside of his cock. It makes him even harder, the swollen head edging out of the top of his boxers with a glistening bead of precum.
“Will I keep going?” I ask in a sultry voice as I slowly pull down his boxers. “Or do you want me to stop?”
His hips rise, jaw clenched as he opens his eyes and watches me slide down his boxers. “I’ll throw you out of this jet if you stop.”
The empty threat shouldn’t turn me on, but there’s an ache between my legs. The fact “Take Me Back To Eden” by Sleep Token has started playing only intensifies the neediness.
I grin, sucking my lip to hide my smile as I free him completely. Thick, long and cradled by veins, his cock barely fits in my hand as I wrap my fingers around it, stroking gently and twisting when I reach the tip.
I move my hand up and down, enjoying the way his muscles pull taut, his eyes on mine. “Use your mouth. ”
“Say please.”
He raises a brow, tensing as I spread the arousal of his precum with my thumb, bringing it to my mouth so I can taste him.
He stares at my lips, his chest rising and falling. “I do not beg.”
I shrug and go to stand, but he grabs my shoulder and shoves me back down. He breathes through his nostrils and fists my hair. “Are you going to suck my cock, Freckles? If so, stop playing with it and put it in your fucking mouth.”
My pussy flutters at his dark tone. “Make me.”
I sink my nails into one of his thighs as he grabs my jaw, pries my mouth open and slaps my lips with the leaking tip of his cock. He smears his precum across my bottom lip, then releases my hair to shove two fingers into my mouth and presses down on my tongue.
I gag around his fingers, my eyes watering.
“I’m going to fuck your throat, and you’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop of my cum.”
He doesn’t wait for a response; he removes his fingers and shoves his cock into my mouth, then grabs my nape and forces my head down to take him deeper. I choke around his thickness, needing air yet wanting to suck and feel him sliding in and out of my throat.
I look up at him to see he’s biting his lip, desire all over his face as he fists my hair and controls the bob of my head. His cock pulls out ever so slightly, then gags me again as he goes deep.
Saliva trickles from the corners of my mouth as he moves his hips, fucking my mouth.
My thighs beg to open wide. To reach between my legs to give myself some relief, or at least crush together to cause some friction. There’s something about watching a man screw his eyes shut and curse while being pleasured that makes me wetter.
“Fuck,” he blurts as I push against his abs to halt his movements and roll my tongue around the sensitive head, sucking lightly, tasting his arousal. I pop it out of my mouth and go back to stroking him, which earns me an angry stare.
I’m not giving him the reins on this. I’m the one with the power. I’m in control. Beneath him and on my knees, yet above him.
I go to take him into my throat of my own accord, but he grabs my face, forcing me to look at him.
“Eyes on me,” he orders. “Keep them on me.”
I feel comfortable as I wrap my lips around his cock again and tease him a little more by pulling my mouth away. I feel comfortable as I run my tongue up the underside and cup his balls. And I definitely feel comfortable keeping my eyes on his, watching him on the edge of snapping as I stop sucking once more.
Our deal to resist temptation has gone south.
My lips press to the tip and I whisper, “Beg me to keep going.”
Kade grabs a handful of my hair. “Please put my cock back in your fucking mouth.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to do anything before he pushes the tip through my parting lips and fucks my throat again with rapid rises of his hips. I gag around him, but it only seems to drive him deeper into my throat, robbing me of air as my eyes water.
He pulls my hair, his cock leaving my mouth to let me breathe. Strained, he asks, “Why?”
I gasp to fill my lungs, tears running down my cheeks. “Why what?”
He glances at his cock .
I shrug with a soft smile. “I owe you one.”
He doesn’t like that response. His eyes darken, and he grabs his dick and slaps it against my bottom lip, sliding it against my cheek to wipe away my tears.
“This doesn’t change things.” He slides a hand in my hair and pulls until I feel a smidge of pain, and my inner walls quiver with desire. “You fucked me over and I can’t forgive you. Expect nothing from me. If you want to suck my cock, do it, but with zero expectations—”
“Then stop stopping me, you idiot.”
I take him deep into my throat again, swallowing around him, and his fingers tighten in my hair, eyes rolling to the back of his skull.
He groans. “Fuck, Stacey.”
I hold him there for a few seconds, sucking and licking, his cock swelling with each throb. A deep, vibrating moan comes from his chest as I take him to the hilt. My eyes water more, but I keep watching him as I stay there for a few seconds before coming back up for a lungful of air. My nipples tighten under my dress, and I fight the urge to rip the fabric off and caress my aching breasts.
Against his swollen, leaking tip, I whisper, “Still hate me?”
He groans and fights a snarl. “Stop talking.”
Kade silences me further by shoving both hands into my hair and yanking my head back down. And then he fucks my mouth, making saliva gather – faster and harder, until I gargle for air, and I’m certain his assistant can hear me choking on his cock.
His grunts and moans and breathy curses fill the air, almost drowning out the music playing from the speakers at each corner of the aircraft .
Kade sucks on his bottom lip, and I can tell he’s close as his cock twitches through each pull and lap, and the caresses of my hand. His hands are still twisted in my hair, holding me in place as he raises his hips with brute force. I gag and choke and moan around his thickness, falling into a hum as his thrusting slows down.
“You like this, don’t you?” he rushes out. “I can tell how turned on you are. Such a whore, my Freckles.”
My mouth is stretched over his base, and he buries himself deep, watching my eyes water. He moves strands of dark hair from my face and wipes the tears away with his thumb. “I want these tears. None of these other dramatics. Tears from sucking my cock. You’re dying to touch yourself, aren’t you?”
I manage a nod with a mouthful of dick. If I don’t get some sort of release, I’ll scream. I’m aching between my legs, my breasts feel heavy, and I’m absently grinding my thighs together.
Kade blows out a breath, chest heaving, as he slowly pumps his hips into my mouth. “Show me how wet you are.”
With no hesitation, I reach under my dress to feel how soaked I am. Moving aside my underwear, I groan around his head as I circle my clit with the tip of my middle finger, finally getting the pressure I need. I dip in and lift my dripping fingers up to show him.
He continues thrusting. “Keep touching yourself. I want your fingers deep in your cunt while I cum in your mouth.”