“Look at me,” I said, lips pressed to the tip of his needy dick.

George convulsed, even his arm trembling as he tilted his head down to peer at me again.

Obedient.

He was so fucking obedient like this—totally at odds with his usual personality.

His teary eyes peered down at me from above the delicate line of his fingers, still strangling his mouth. “There we go. That’s just what I wanted,” I purred. “I need to see your face when I make you fall apart.”

George’s brow pinched, and then relaxed as I took his cock back into my mouth with gusto. His crown was tight and slippery beneath my tongue, slit weeping as I dug the tip of my tongue inside it, chasing the flavor of his pleasure. Salty, and frankly delicious. Because it was George.

George’s musk I was smelling.

George’s taste on my tongue.

George’s most personal, private parts—vulnerable inside my mouth.

Though short, George’s dick had a decent width. Proportionate. Not enough to even get close to choking me, of course, but enough that when I tightened my lips at the base and slid all the way to the tip, my jaw began to ache.

Up and down, I abandoned my need to tease him in favor of giving him what he needed. Just like before—except this time I had every intention of sending him right over the edge.

All the while, I watched his face, enjoying the pinched furrow his eyebrows performed every time I sank low enough his balls tapped my chin. Enjoying the way the hand over his mouth tightened till his knuckles went white when I nibbled on his tip. He was so fucking sticky. Covered in spit, in precum, skin spongy and wet as his curls tickled my nose.

George didn’t last long just like I’d suspected he wouldn’t.

A fact that pissed him off, judging by the angry grunt he made when he came—breaking through his obedient sprawl. It was flattering to taste the evidence of my effect on him. Salty and a bit sweet—stronger than what he’d been leaking before—George’s cock began to spurt after a particularly snug glide up and down.

I was careful not to swallow, cupping his seed safe in the curl of my tongue as I rose from my spot between his thighs and climbed up his body with slow, deliberate movements.

George’s nostrils flared, his blue eyes—nearly black with lust—wide enough I could see the whites. That dazed look in his eyes was still there, though slightly more alert. Like his guard wasn’t back up yet. He was present, still processing his orgasm.

I grabbed his wrist, squeezing the bones and pulling his hand away from his face to see what lay beneath it. His mouth was bitten red and raw. They were so fucking enticing. Swollen and wet, like the entire time I’d been sucking onhis tiny dick he’d been biting and rubbing his lips behind his fingers.

Or maybe that was from before? From our kisses.

Christ, that was even better.

With an arched brow, I waited, giving his parted, glossy lips a pointed look.

When he didn’t understand what I wanted, I helped him along. I released his wrist—which he dropped at his side in the grass—and used that same hand to cup his jaw. My thumb skimmed his bottom lip, dragging it open. The flash of teeth made my dick jump, but I ignored it.

This wasn’t about sex.

This was abouthim.

About asserting dominance over him—the way we both craved.

About allowing him to let go of his worries and simply feel.

And I knew exactly how to do that.

George stared at me. He didn’t say a word. He looked half drunk, even though he’d sworn to me that he wasn’t. Maybe he was as drunk on me—on us—as I was? His nostrils flared, alarm written all over his face when hefinallyseemed to realize where this was headed.

George knew his safe words. But I still waited to give him time to use them. When he didn’t, Igroaned. My cock twitched, cupped in sticky fabric. He parted his lips on his own, holding his mouth open submissively—and I…fuck.

I wasted no time.

Slow and steady, allowing us to really feel the moment, I leaned in close. For a beat, we just observed each other, blue on blue. And then…I opened my mouth and fed him his own cum.