Page 28 of Dust and Desire
He worked his way lower, kissing down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel, following the trail of dark hair that led to my aching cock. When he finally reached it, he looked up at me from beneath his lashes, his eyes asking a silent question.
“Yes,” I breathed, not caring how desperate I sounded. “God yes, Alex.”
The first touch of his tongue against my shaft nearly undid me completely. I fisted the sheets, fighting for control as he licked a long, slow stripe from base to tip. When he took me into his mouth, the wet heat enveloping me, I had to bite my lip to keep from cumming on the spot.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily.
Alex took me deeper, his hand wrapping around what wouldn’tfit in his mouth. The dual sensation of his lips and fingers working in tandem was exquisite torture. I’d received blowjobs before, but this was different. Alex knew exactly what another man would want, exactly how to twist his wrist and flatten his tongue to drive me wild. That was something that the women I’d known just never got right.
I felt the familiar tightening in my balls far too soon. “Alex, wait—I’m going to?—”
He pulled off with an obscene pop, his lips red and swollen. “Anything you say,” he smiled. “I am at your command.”
I couldn’t help but laugh despite my trembling body and the desperate need coursing through me. “I don’t think I’m in any position to be commanding anyone right now.”
“Then let me take care of you,” Alex whispered, crawling back up my body to capture my lips in a searing kiss.
The taste of myself on his tongue was intoxicating in a way I hadn’t expected. I moaned into his mouth, my hands exploring the broad expanse of his back, feeling the muscles shift beneath my fingertips.
“Can I touch you?” I asked when we broke apart, both breathing hard.
“Darlin’, you can do whatever you want with me,” he drawled, his voice thick with lust.
With shaking hands, I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his cock. The weight of him in my palm felt right in a way nothing ever had before. The metal barbell pressed against my fingers as I stroked him experimentally, watching his face for reactions.
His eyes fluttered closed, lips parting on a soft groan. “Just like that,” he encouraged.
Emboldened, I tightened my grip, finding a rhythm that made his breath hitch. The knowledge that I was pleasuring him, that I was making this gorgeous man moan with delight, sent a thrill through me unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“I want to taste you,” I whispered, surprised by my own boldness.
Alex’s eyes flew open, dark and hungry. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, suddenly desperate to know what he felt like in my mouth, to feel that piercing against my tongue. “Show me how.”
With a groan, Alex rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I found myself straddling his thighs, his cock standing proudly between us. Up close, it was even more beautiful, thick and flushed, the head glistening with pre-cum.
“Take your time,” he said softly, one hand coming up to cup my cheek. “No rush. Just do what you thinkyouwould enjoy.”
I lowered myself between his legs, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. This was it. The moment I’d fantasized about for longer than I cared to admit. I leaned forward, giving the head an experimental lick.
The taste was salty and musky, distinctly male, and I found myself craving more immediately. I wrapped my lips around the tip, feeling the metal barbell press against my tongue as I took him deeper.
“Oh fuck,” Alex groaned, his hand gently cupping the back of my head. “That’s it, beautiful. You’re doing so good.”
His praise washed over me, spurring me on. I took him deeper, trying to mimic what he’d done to me, swirling my tongue around the head, pressing it against that sensitive spot where the piercing sat.
“Fuck,” he panted, grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing me down on his cock.
I gagged and pulled back, my eyes watering. Glancing up I saw Alex, a horrified look on his face.
“I’m so sorry!” he cried, pulling his hands away. “I… It was a reflex, I didn’t mean to?—”
“Don’t,” I said, cutting him off. With a boldness I didn’t know I possessed, I grabbed his hand and placed it back on my head,lowering myself to his cock once more. “I don’t want you to be gentle. I… I like it when you’re in control.”
The worry fell away from his expression, replaced immediately by burning lust. “Oh fuck…” he groaned, forcing me downward. “You don’t know what kind of monster you just woke up.”
The grip in my hair tightened as Alex guided me down his length, controlling the pace. The sensation of being held, of having him take charge, sent a bolt of electricity straight to my already aching cock. I’d never known I wanted this kind of dominance, but feeling his strength, his control, was intoxicating.
