Page 118 of Control Freak
“Wait,” he growled. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I froze, eyes wide, mouth still full of cock.
Holden seemed to realize what he’d said. He grimaced. “Don’t stop for my sake, I mean. If you want to stop, then by all means, do. Of course.”
I gave a minute shake of the head, enough to signal I didn’t want to stop.
“Good. Take a breath, then.”
I inhaled a deep breath through my nose, and not a moment too soon. He bucked forward, pushing his cock into my throat.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “It’s so good. How is it so good?”
That’s when it hit me. This was his first blow job.
I’d said he could be in control, but I couldn’t just let his first blow job be nothing more than a wet hole to plunge in. I put my tongue to work, tracing a figure eight up his shaft as he drew back, flicking over his cockhead and sucking hard when he paused with only the tip in my mouth.
“Fuck, Shy,” he muttered.
He plunged deep again, and thank god I’d mastered my gag reflex years ago. My throat still went tight around him. I swallowed reflexively.
He swore, curling forward, and came hard down my throat. He braced one hand on the bed beside me. The other went to my shoulder, surprisingly. He held me, squeezing gently, as he withdrew from my mouth, trailing cum down my chin.
Holden dropped to his knees and kissed me hard and deep. “Fuck, Shy. That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” I rasped, my throat a little hoarse from the fucking.
He kissed me again, and when he drew back, I saw tears in his eyes once more. Concern flashed through me. “Are you sure it was okay? We didn’t push too much, did we?”
He shook his head, struggling to hold on to his composure. “It’s not that.”
“What is it?” I asked, sitting up. I desperately wanted to reach out and hold him, but I didn’t dare.
He swiped at his eyes. “It’s silly. I just never—” His voice broke. He took a breath and tried again. “Never thought I’d have this.”
“Oh, baby…”
He covered his eyes with one hand and reached for me with the other. I caught his hand, and he laced his fingers with mine, clinging tight.
“I love you,” he said, voice thick. “Thank you for…”
“Don’t you dare thank me,” I said fiercely. “I’m so damn happy to be here with you. I love you. All of you. Every part.”
He swiped at his eyes and sniffled. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
“Totally and completely.”
He gave a raspy little laugh. “I don’t know how I got so lucky. Of all the camboys in all the world…”
I smiled. “I got lucky too. Of all the clients who came into my chat, you were, by far, the most gentlemanly.”
He sent me an unimpressed look. “You don’t have to make me sound like an old man.”
I laughed at that, then gave him a meaningful once-over. His shoulders were strong and toned. His chest was broad and covered in dark hair, along with the new tattoo still covered in protective plastic. Every inch of him was big and masculine. “You sure don’tlooklike an old man, even if you are a curmudgeon.”
“Take that back,” he growled playfully.
I giggled. “Nope. Not happening.”
