He jerked up from the bed when I took him into my mouth, and I pushed him back down, pressing my palm flat against his stomach. It quivered under my hand, a testament to the fact that he loved what I was doing to him. That his grip on control was slipping fast and right through his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it, but watch as I wrecked him.

Letting him out of my mouth, I dragged my tongue along the side of him, tonguing those thick, prominent veins that ran down his length.

“Fuck,” he breathed as his head fell back on the bed.

I...