Page 33 of Wild Card
I pushed my hips forward, grinding my cock against his thigh. He took the bait, his hand slipping down to cup me through my jeans.
I jerked my hands, wanting to touch him too, but the hard metal of the cuffs kept me right where he wanted me. Dalton nipped my throat while he pulled open my jeans. “This what you want?” he muttered. “Fine. Take what you fucking want.”
I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or him. I couldn’t take much of anything in my current position, but I was more than happy to receive.
His hand curled around my dick, pulling it free of my jeans, and I moaned at his perfect, callused palm scraping my skin. Goose bumps erupted. I didn’t even care that he was jerking me without lube, that his grip was hard and unforgiving.
He pumped me twice, then paused. “Is that… Jesus, your dick is pierced.”
“Yeah. Prince Albert. Feels good when you—” He tugged the barbell at the end of my dick, making me groan. “Fuck.”
“Sexy as hell,” he murmured quietly, continuing to play with my piercing.
The pressure was building in my balls. I wasn’t going to last long if he kept doing that. I might have taunted him abouthaving me at his mercy, but truth was, I wanted to be the one in charge.
“This is not the way to shut me up,” I said. “Just so you know.”
“You got a better idea?”
I held his gaze as I slowly sank to my knees. He stared at me for so long, a war raging in his eyes, that I thought breaking his sensual assault to gamble for more action might have been a losing bet.
Then he inhaled sharply and yanked open his uniform slacks. Damn, his dick was thick. Not more than average length, but a real billy club. My mouth watered as I parted my lips.
“We shouldn’t,” he whispered.
Poor guy. Always so worried about right and wrong.
I leaned forward and curled my tongue around the tip of his dick. That was all it took for the last of his restraint to break. He surged forward, damn near choking me.
Luckily, I’d perfected my gag reflex. I loosened my throat muscles, letting him push deep. He rocked back a second later, giving me a chance to suck in a breath.
“Your mouth is so fucking hot.” He plunged back in with a groan. “Damn. You can really swallow it, huh? Should’ve known.”
Yeah, yeah. I was a manslut. Everyone knew it.
I worked my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, trying to add a little finesse to the face fucking I was taking. When Dalton drew back, I flicked his frenulum, then licked over the top of his spongy cockhead.
He gripped the fence, falling against it hard enough to make it rattle again. “Ah fuck, Axel?—”
I hummed encouragingly as he slid deep and went rigid.
He shouted, an inarticulate, guttural sound, and his cock pumped a bitter release down my throat. I swallowed, spots dancing in my eyes from lack of oxygen as he unloaded.
He pulled back, and cum dribbled over my lip as he left my mouth.
“Sorry. God.” Dalton stuffed his softening dick back into his pants and hurriedly zipped up. “That was fucked-up.”
“Fucked-up is kinda my specialty,” I croaked, my voice all kinds of wrecked by his dick.
He grabbed my arm and tugged me to my feet. “Not like this, Axel. Jesus.”
He spun me toward the fence. Damn. Was he just going to throat fuck me and take me to jail anyway?
There was a jingle of keys, and a second later, the cuffs released. Dalton massaged my wrists. “Shit. Did this hurt? Your skin is red.”
“I’m fine. Just kept straining because I wanted to touch you.”
“I shouldn’t have done that. You were cuffed. How would you have even said if you wanted me to stop?”
