Page 109 of Score on You

His wink caresses my arousal until I’m squirming. “The same applies in this instance. It’s gonna come in handy.”

I watch his precise movements. “What’re you doing?”

“Restraining myself.” The creation in his palms is beginning to resemble a pair of cuffs with a long strand attaching them.

My mouth drops. “Why?”

“I want you to feel safe. Secure and in control,” he adds.

Confusion pinches my expression. “You’ve given me those luxuries from the start.”

“Extra precaution. Just humor me.”

I swallow any additional rebukes. Ridge slips the connected binds on his wrists. While reclining against the wall, he stretches overhead to loop the makeshift rope onto a hook. His biceps replicate the appearance of chiseled boulders in this suspended pose. A slight tug from him tests the effectiveness.

My brow quirks. I’m not delusional enough to assume this contraption can actually contain him. His strength could easily snap the middle. It’s the implied significance behind the gesture that counts.

Satisfaction is a sharp jerk of his head. “All right, sweetness. Have your way with me.”

“Uh, okay.” I scoot forward to accept my prize. Uncertainty hitches my approach and I stumble while kneeling in the gap between his legs.

His smile is reassuring. “Any touch you give will blow me away. You can’t go wrong.”

“Doubt it.” I gulp at the saliva pooling in my mouth.

The size of him from this angle is intimidating. “Think of my cock as a huge piece of hard candy. Kiss, lick, suck… maybe a few strokes from your fist.”

My fingers flex and I curl them around his base. “I can do that.”

“There we go,” he groans. “Do whatever you want to me. It won’t take much. The memory of you tightly laced in skates really does it for me. Don’t even get me started on how you gripped that stick.”

“Got it.” I rise slightly to hover my mouth over the crown of his penis. My eyes find his from under hooded lids. “Just relax for me, boyfriend.”

His hands clench against the pliable shackles. “Damn, you’re a natural.”

A lollipop enters my thoughts and I swirl my tongue around his tip. There’s a salty flavor that greets me. It’s not unpleasant, which is a welcome surprise. I’m encouraged to seal my lips at the bottom of the flared top and add suction. Ridge jolts, shoving more of himself into my experimental descent.

“Shit, sorry.” His retreat is a smooth glide that removes him almost entirely.

Rather than provide a verbal response, I repeat the motion of pushing him deep. His groan is a boost to my confidence. I try to take more of him, but his tip bumps the back of my throat. It’s not even half of his generous size.

“Look at you,” Ridge rasps. “Trying to devour me whole on your first try.”

There’s a tease in his tone. A challenge too. One I can aim to please after I’ve gained experience. My jaw is already complaining from the strain.

Before withdrawing, it seems wise to cover my teeth. His sigh might as well be a thumbs-up. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deep again. He curses and a tremor racks his limbs.

“Shit, that’s good.” The vibration from his praise rumbles into me.

Slickness gathers between my thighs, but I ignore my needs. This is about getting him off. The reminder of my desired outcome emboldens me to increase my pace. Hesitancy fades and my rhythm becomes more fluid. Ridge jolts again. The bench squeaks beneath him. His reactions are a sure sign I’m doing something right.

“Not gonna last,” he murmurs absently.

I smile around his girth on my next downward glide. His chuckle is pure satisfaction. In reply, my tongue flattens against the protruding vein that snakes along the underside of his manhood. Saliva acts as a natural lubricant. My grip is slippery as I roll my wrist to stroke him. The combination of my hand and mouth seems to really excite him.

A tremble rocks through him as he adjusts on the seat. I pump him faster, the slick friction fueling my goal. More expletives spill from his aroused state. He’s fighting with himself not to move.

“Fuuuuuuck, I’m gonna come.”

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