I’m probably numb from the alcohol or maybe hypnotized by his eyes.
Or perhaps I’m just too turned on to care that my dress unravels at the top of my chest.
He pushes his knees against the bed on either side of me, and I get the hint pretty quickly.
“I’ll hold that for you,” he says, taking my drink.
He sets it on the nightstand while my fingers move to his belt.
Swiftly, I unfasten it before lowering his zipper.
He’s already hard, and I can tell that even in the dimness and the glow of the purple lights on the walls and with his dark pants concealing his bulge.
My right hand slides inside his boxers and meets his hard flesh while the other cups his balls through his pants.
He takes his shirt off and tosses it onto the chair before shifting his focus to me.
My mouth is already wrapped around the tip of his erection, sheathing his silky skin.
“You suck me good, and I’ll take you like you’ve never been taken before,” he says with a smirk on his face.
I lick his erection in response and then suck on it like it’s a popsicle.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask like a responsible adult.
“Do you like to be restrained?”
“Never tried it.”
“Hmm…” he says, his eyes glinting with mischief.
He runs his hand under my hair and pulls it all around his fist.
With his hard-on in my mouth, he reaches inside the drawer and pulls out a plastic zip tie.
My heart skips a few beats.
“You can scream if you want to. No one will hear you,” he says.
They have thought about everything, haven’t they?
“That’s nice to know,” I mumble around his cock.
“Do you bruise easily?”
“What kind of question is that?” I say, holding his pulsing shaft in my hand, my teeth less than an inch away from him.
“I could sink my teeth into you,” I say.
“Which only proves how much I trust you.”
“I trust you, too.”
I put him in my mouth again.
“Good,” he says, sliding out of my mouth.
With his erection jutting in the air, he lets my hair tumble down my back, grabs my wrists, pulls them to my back, and ties them together.