Page 21 of Second Shot

I think I shock us both when I grab his wrist. I have no idea why I do that, other than he’s being so submissive, it awakens something inside of me. Something dark and angry that wants to make him pay for the past. His skin is warm beneath my fingers and the lust I felt for him earlier stirs again. How fucking beautiful would it be to have Ryan Caldwell on his knees for me? Is there anything more exciting than the idea of him at my mercy?

A heady sense of power rushes through me as I feel the tremors running along his body. This is a side of Ryan that no one ever sees. This submissive, pleading man desperate for my approval is usually hidden. Buried beneath a mask of confidence. I’m only seeing it now because he’s incredibly drunk. We both are. But this side to him has me so turned on, I’m trembling too. I don’t want to pass up this opportunity to make Ryan pay for what he’s done to me. I’ve never wanted to dominate anyone before, but right now, the idea of making Ryan do anything I want is exhilarating.

“How willing are you to please me?” I ask softly, the blood pumping through my booze soaked veins like lava.

He goes very still, but then he leans closer. “What do you want me to do?” The heat of his mostly naked body is enticing. I can smell his musky scent of arousal, and when I give his wrist a little tug, he comes willingly.

I’m so excited, my dick is tenting my black briefs as I rasp, “Suck me.” I wait with baited breath, worried I might have pushed him too far. The Ryan Caldwell I knew in middle school would have broken my nose for commanding him to do something like that.

But all he does is let out the neediest little whimper I’ve ever heard, and it goes straight to my aching balls. Without another word, he moves to straddle me. My heart thuds my ribs as he peels my briefs down, revealing my erection. I can’t believe what’s happening. Ryan Caldwell is desperate to give me head. And despite him being my childhood nightmare and bully, I want that so bad, I can’t even pull in a full breath.

I feel like I’m in a dream as he lowers his head to engulf my dick in his hot mouth. His lips are a fucking revelation, soft and wet as they wrap around the swollen head of my cock. I gasp as his tongue flicks against the sensitive slit like he’s trying to coax every drop of pre-cum out of me.

I groan, my hips bucking involuntarily as he takes me deeper, his throat opening up to swallow me whole. His mouth is a fucking furnace, hot and tight. I feel every ridge of his palate as he bobs his head, his lips sliding down my shaft with a wet, sloppy rhythm that has me seeing stars.

“Fuucckk,”I hiss, my fingers tangling in his silky, blond hair, pulling him down harder, forcing him to take me deeper. “You’re doing such a good job, Ryan,” I say, instinctively knowing he needs to hear those words.

He shudders at the praise like it’s a physical caress. Jesus, he’s so needy to be complimented. Why is he so desperate for that? He’s an accomplished man. He’s one of the best players in the NHL. Why is he so willing to obey me? Why is he allowing me to debase him like this? To use his mouth for my own pleasure? And the entire time he’s pleasuring me, he’s trembling. As if he’s terrified he’s not good enough and that I’ll be upset with him.

I don’t want to feel sorry for him, but I can’t help it. Pity creeps in around the lust and arousal I feel for him. His need for my approval softens something inside of me. I stroke his hair and he moans happily. “That’s right, Ryan, take my cock all the way down that beautiful throat, like a good boy.”

He gags slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. No, he seems to love it, his eyes watering as he looks up at me, his lips stretched obscenely around my cock. I can feel his throat muscles clenching around me, milking me, and I know I’m not going to last long. This is a dirty fantasy that has spun in my brain for fourteen years. I never in my wildest dreams thought it would actually happen.

I groan when his hand joins the party, wrapping around the base of my shaft and stroking in time with his mouth, his fingers slick with spit and pre-cum. The sensation is fucking electric, every nerve in my body on fire as he works me over, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock before plunging back down, taking me to the hilt. I can feel my balls tightening, the pressure building in my lower belly as I teeter on the edge of release.

“Gonna cum,” I growl, my voice rough and ragged. I’m trying to warn him in case he doesn’t want to swallow my spunk. I love the idea of his belly full of my warm cum, but that’s not something I’d force on anyone.

But Ryan doesn’t stop. If anything, he sucks harder. His skilled mouth feels so fucking good, I cry out and shoot. His throat convulses around my cock as I explode, thick ropes of cum shooting down his esophagus. He swallows greedily, his lips sealed tight around my cock as he milksevery last drop from me. When my balls have emptied down his throat, and I finally pull out, there’s a thin trail of cum dribbling from the corner of his mouth. I can’t resist smearing it across his lips.

My body feels delicious, having come harder than I have in ages. “You like how I taste?” I ask, drunk on this power I have over him.

He nods, his eyes glazed over in ecstasy. When I glance down between his thighs, I can see the pink tip of his cockhead poking up under the band of his white briefs. He’s turned on for sure, ready to burst. He hasn’t even come yet, but he looks content. He’s simply blissed out at pleasing me. How is this possible? How can this man, so popular and revered by all, be so worried about pleasingme?

He looks so sexy with his lips swollen and his pupils blown. I yank him up by the hair, crashing my lips against his in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, salty and bitter, and it only makes me more turned on. Ryan Caldwell willingly swallowed my cum. He wanted that. He was aching to take my cock in his mouth and swallow my release.

Ryan moans into my mouth, and I have the sudden urge to please him too. Not because I have to, but because I want to. I won’t suck him though. That’s too intimate for now. It was fine tomake him swallow my jizz, but I’m not ready to return the favor.

“My turn,” I whisper, pushing against his chest.

He looks surprised. “You don’t have to.”

“I know. I’m not going to suck you, but I want to watch you come. I want to see what you look like and sound like when you shoot.” Might as well have some details for when I jerk off in the coming days, thinking of this moment. Because that will happen. No way it won’t.

His cheeks flush pink. “Oh.”

“Now, get on your back and take off your underwear.”

He obeys, crawling to lie on his back and shedding his briefs.

“Spread your legs,” I command, and he does. I’m high on his obedience. I’ve never felt anything like it. If anything, I’m usually the more submissive partner when I sleep with a guy. But right now, I’m drunk on how eager to please Ryan is.

His muscular thighs are spread wide, his cock already hard and drooling against his sinewy abs. I wrap my hand around his thick cock, using his pre-cum to help my fingers glide up and down his shaft. I continue stroking him, slowly at first, then faster, my thumb swipingover the sensitive head with every stroke. His eyes burn into me, lips parted as he watches me.

“Thank you, Gabe,” he whispers, his eyes worshiping me.

I don’t respond, I just squeeze harder. I want to pleasure him, but I want to keep control of the situation. Instinctively, I know he wants that too. He needs to give up the control right now. He looks happy and relaxed in a way I haven’t seen since he arrived in California. I know it’s because I’m taking charge.

He gasps and bucks his hips up into my hand as I work him over. His cock is thick and heavy in my grip, the veins standing out as I stroke him faster, my other hand pinning his hips down to the bed. I can see the tension building in his body, his muscles tightening as he gets closer to the edge.

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