Page 69 of Misconduct Zone

“Today, I’m in charge. You don’t move or breathe unless I give you permission.” He palms my rigid cock over my clothes. “Hmm, no arguments. You like that idea.” Dylon places a chaste kiss to my lips, and I chase him for more.

“Ah, ah. You lie there like a good boy.” He tsks at me.

I grumble but cannot hide my huge smile. He stands on the side of the bed and does a striptease to take off his clothes.

“If you’re trying to put me back in a coma, you might succeed.”

He flashes me his dimple over his shoulder and the top half of his crack, only to cover it back up. He lifts his shirt, twisting to show off his abs and his tattoo as he rolls his hips. My dick jumps in response.

Dylon tears off his clothes and pounces on the bed. “I thought I could tease you and take this slow, but I’m dying to taste you.” He quickly yet gently removes my clothes so I’m laid out for him.

He sits on his heels between my legs and taps the very tip of his middle finger against my lips, and I kiss it, but he runs it slowly down my chin and I tilt back so he can trace my throat.

“It is bizarre I’m obsessed with your Adam’s apple. I get turned on when you’re gulping water or swallowing hard, trying to resist putting my hands on you.”

“Not bizarre,” I croak as his finger lingers in the hollow of my throat before continuing a path to my breastbone and detouring to each nipple. By the time he reaches the fine blond hair below my navel, I’m panting.

“Spread your legs wider,” he demands, and I bend my knees to open for him.

His finger journeys down my cock, over my balls, and taps my hole like he did my lips. I tighten the ring in a pseudo kiss.

“Fuck. That’s hot,” Dylon says, and I grip the back of his neck. “You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you for not taking control.” He rewards me with light strokes to my hole.

“It is killing me,” I huff.

“No, it’s not. I would never kill the man I love.” He kisses me deeply, pouring all of his emotions into me. I’m so full of mine I’m positive the cells in my body can’t hold all the love and will combust into dust.

“You’ll be fine.” He smiles into our kiss, and I open my eyes to find him looking at me. I have never kissed someone with my eyes open, and his vulnerability is laid out, trusting me to care for him. The gold flecks in his eyes shine as bright as the sun, and my heart expands to the size of the universe, absorbing all our love and tucking it safely in an impenetrable fortress.

He kisses his way down my body, swirling his tongue around my nipples. My cock leaks on my belly, and he laps it up with a satisfied hum. Next, he burieshis nose in my balls. “I love the way you smell. Is this why you would bury your nose in my armpit?”

“I do not remember doing that but yes. Your smell is stronger there, and it is my comfort smell. My home.” My traitorous skin flushes pink with my declaration.

“You are the first person to give me a true home. A place where I’m safe and cared for. Where I can be my weird self and not worry about being judged.” He nuzzles my balls, and I cannot hold back the moan.

“I judge,” I tease. “But I love it. Can I touch you?” My needy voice makes him grin.

“You may,” he says extra formally.

My fingers thread through his hair as he ducks his head to suck my balls. I clench when he licks my rim.

“Is this okay? Would you prefer I don’t?” His hazel eyes are full of questions.

“No. Yes. I mean, I want it. You surprised me.” I shut my eyes, fisting the sheets so I don’t shove his head back down.

“I got you, Sugar.” As he rolls the R, it rumbles over me, loosening my joints and dissolving my solid form. “There you go, relax for me. I’m starving.” There’s no hesitation in the way he eats my ass.

My legs splay impossibly wider, and I send a quick thank-you to the yoga gods. Dylon takes his time, tasting me and listening to my sounds to figure out what I like. I love it all, and when his hands slide under my cheeks to lift me closer to his mouth, I tug his hair in approval, relishing the reverberation in his throat.

He lulls me into a dreamlike state, floating mindlessly. I only know I’m real by the press of his tongue and the nip of his teeth. I submit to him completely, succumbing to his will. He’s the first person I’ve allowed full control over my body. Despite our issues, I trust him implicitly.

“I’m close,” I warn, and he instantly stops.

“You’re not coming until I’m so far up your ass you feel me in your throat.”

“Yes, that,” I beg. “Pleeeease.”

Dylon crawls up my body to kiss me while his long arm reaches for the lube, and I taste myself on him. I seize his jaw, enamored with our combined tastes.

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