Page 15 of Freaks
He glanced down at my chest, the hunger in his eyes a living, breathing thing. Instead of pushing my hand back down beneath his boxers, I slowly lowered myself to my knees and pulled his jeans down in one swift movement.
“Put your palms flat against the wall,” I ordered.
He did as he was told.
“You’re going to want to bury your hands in my hair. You’re gonna want to hold my head. You’re going to want to touch my breasts. But if you so much as even lift one finger, Mr. Marcosa, you’re going to regret it.” From my vantage point, kneeling in front of him, Felix looked like some kind of monolith, made out of muscle and smooth, perfectly tanned skin. He was magnificent, and right now, he was my fucking slave.
My pulse racing, I finally looked down at his erect cock, and my own lust threatened to overcome me. I nearly begged him to take back the reins, to spread me out on the kitchen floor and fuck me right here and now. I pinched the end of my tongue between my teeth and held it there until the moment passed. When I knew I was in complete control of myself, I licked my lips and pressed them against the very tip of him.
He was sweet, and salt, and smooth, and hard, and addicting. As I wrapped my mouth around him, I could tell how badly he wanted to use his hands on me. His legs were twitching like crazy. The man with the silver eyes also had a silver tongue; the fact that I’d forbidden him from speaking was probably killing him. He’d have a thousand sarcastic or witty digs, ready and begging to be used, but not being able to open his mouth, not being able to touch me…
He’d made a big deal of giving me control, but how long could he realistically keep this up? How far could I push him before he snatched back the reins and taught me a lesson for torturing him so mercilessly?
I had to make the most of the situation while I could.
I steadied myself, my right hand resting on his tensed thigh, and then I put my other hand to good use. Fix flexed, his body locking up as I cupped his balls. He responded to my touch immediately, and in a way I wasn’t expecting. He made fists out of his hands and slammed them into the wall behind him, releasing a strained, jagged groan that echoed around the kitchen.
“Fuuuuuuu—” He didn’t complete the curse word. He cut himself off when I dug my fingernails into his leg.
“Careful, now. That came pretty close to an actual word,” I purred.
He blew a hard stream of air down his nose, his eyes glimmering with a dangerous level of frustration. He’d challenged me to assume this role, though. He was going to have to deal with it for a little while longer at least.
I placed my mouth over him again, moaning at the back of my throat when I felt him swell and harden even further. Holy fuck, he hadn’t been kidding. He really did have a Porsche for a dick. Performing blow jobs on past boyfriends had been uninspiring and underwhelming. Much like going for a joyride in a nineteen ninety Chrysler Lebaron. But having Fix’s dick in my mouth for want of a better word, exhilarating.
He grew tenser by the second. If his shoulders and his legs and his stomach muscles continued to tighten like this every time I swept my tongue over the tip of his cock, or I pushed my mouth all the way down his shaft, he was going to fucking pull something.
He couldn’t take much more of this.
I couldn’t take much more of it, either.
If I continued, I was going to make him come. That would turn me on to the point of distraction, but I was being greedy tonight. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him pulse and throb as he fucking came inside me.
I stopped, getting to my feet, and Fix nearly lost his mind. He was more than frustrated now; he was exasperated, and he wanted to claim me. It was tough fucking luck.
He’d already been shirtless before we’d started out on this little adventure. I took a step back so I could kick out of my jeans, daring him to break my rules as I then shimmied out of my panties and tossed them to one side. “On your back,” I told him. “I want you laid out, bare and ready for me.”
There was nothing like watching Felix Marcosa simmer as he obeyed a command. It would have been the stuff of legends, but I doubted anybody else had actually ever witnessed it before. He laid down, his dark hair falling about his head in a halo, and I stood back and inspected him—the ripped cut of his abs, the defined line of his pecs, his collar bone, and his traps. Then, further down, the cut vee of his groin that lead down between his legs. He was still hard, rock solid, his erection resting heavily on his belly.
He fidgeted, his fingers curving, digging into the tile beneath him. He was fighting with himself, battling to stay in command of himself…and it looked like he was losing. I threw back my shoulders, lifting my chin, and I stepped over his body, so I was straddling him.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I informed him. “And if you’re a very good boy, I might just let you come when I’m done with you.”
A languorous, downright immoral smile spread across his face. I didn’t need his words to tell me whatthatmeant. He was going to make me pay for this. He would let me have my fun, but when it was his turn to take back control, he was going to keep me panting and moaning until I fucking wept. And it would all besoworth it.
I took him in my hand, guiding him to where I needed him to be. The moment I slid down onto him, Fix’s wicked smile disappeared. He locked his jaw, the tendons in his neck bulging as he groaned, his hands curling into fists all over again.
He might not have touched me once yet, but I was more than ready for him. I stretched to take him, his size still enough to make my breath catch in my throat. Fuck, he felt so fucking good. Sitting back, I started to rock, angling my hips, and Fix snarled. I shot him a warning look, then sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, cupping my breasts in my own hands.
My nipples were so sensitive. Peaked and swollen. It felt so fucking good to roll them between my finge—
Fuck!
I was moving. Being hurled through the air.
I let out a scream, and strong, powerful hands caught me just before I hit the ground.
Fix was on top of me, out of nowhere, his mouth crashing down on mine. He shoved my legs apart and settled himself between them, thrusting himself inside me. I couldn’t tell which was more savage—his searing, demanding kiss, or the way he sank himself inside me with such desperate need.
