Page 9 of The Boss
“What did you say?” Sloan snapped, irritation rising inside of him. There was only so much disobedience he could take in one sitting.
“I said I haven’t sucked a cock before.”
“Really?” A rush of pleasant joy swirled in Sloan’s stomach. The thought that his cock was the first his pet had in his mouth excited him. He ran a hand through Conall’s short brunet hair and tugged at the strands. “What about that pretty whore you’ve been with?”
He ripped himself out of Sloan’s hold. He didn’t answer, but Sloan didn’t expect him to. He’d find out more about Forrest later.
Conall took Sloan’s erection in his mouth again, but this time he took half of the length between his lips, sucking and licking in a way only a novice could. Sloan gave him points for the enthusiasm, though.
The cavern of his mouth was warm and wet, and the suction felt good, even if there wasn’t an expertise in the way he lapped at Sloan. With his fist still wrapped around the base, he had less length to take in his mouth. Sloan wouldn’t accept that.
“Take away your hand. Use it to play with my balls.”
Conall glared at him, but it probably didn’t have the effect he was hoping for, not when he had his mouth full of Sloan’s hard cock. He did as he was instructed, though, and Sloan counted it as a win.
Conall reached inside Sloan’s fly and shifted the material so he could pull out his balls. He palmed them, rolling them in his hand. Sloan threw his head back against the headrest, a groan slipping out.
“I love it when my pet plays with me,” he murmured, appraisal in his voice.
Conall didn’t reply. He continued to suck on Sloan’s erection—only half of it, though, which was disappointing.
Sloan slipped his fingers through his pet’s short hair and gripped it tightly, shoving Conall’s head down further until his entire length was in his mouth. Conall gagged, his hand slapping Sloan’s thigh as he struggled against the hold on his head. Sloan smirked, and when he was satisfied that he’d made a point, let him go.
Conall pulled off him, his chest heaving in coughs, and he swiped at his mouth where spit gathered. “What the fuck, man?”
Sloan’s smirk widened. “When I tell you to suck my cock, I don’t mean half of it.”
He glanced at Sloan, a war raging in that gaze. Anger, pure, hot, and beautiful swirled in those eyes. It made Sloan’s skin buzz with pleasure and his balls draw tighter to his body. So pretty, yet so furious, just how he liked them.
“Try again. This time, suck me off like you’re the one getting the blowjob.”
His pet made a subtle movement of rearranging his own hard cock in his pants before he leaned down and took Sloan again. His hand went straight to his balls, palming them as his mouth sucked Sloan in completely. He gagged every time the tip met the back of his throat, and he still lacked expertise, but the tight suction felt amazing, and Sloan had to commend him on his enthusiasm. For a man who hadn’t wanted to suck his cock, his attempt at pleasing his master impressed Sloan.
Sloan touched the back of Conall’s head, which made him stiffen, but he didn’t stop sucking. “Good boy,” Sloan murmured reassuringly. He petted along Conall’s temple and down his cheek. “Now lick it.”
His cock popped out of Conall’s mouth, then Conall traced a vein and pressed the flat of his tongue over Sloan’s slit, swiping the precum out of it.
Sloan groaned in appreciation and his eyes slipped closed. He leaned back against the seat again, then slid his hand over his chest and tweaked his own nipples through his white dress shirt. The lovely buzz of pleasure swam through him, elevating him into a cloud of bliss. The suction returned to his sensitive organ, and as each second ticked by, his pet grew more confident. He went as far as sucking on Sloan’s balls, popping them into his mouth and lapping at them as though they were a dessert he’d waited weeks to have. Perfect. His pet was as perfect as Sloan expected him to be.
“I want you to swallow my cum.”
He didn’t need to open his eyes to feel that stare on him.
“I don’t swallow guys’ cum.”
Sloan’s chest rumbled in a chuckle. He still didn’t bother to open his eyes. “You’d never sucked a cock, either. Do what I tell you to.”
“I’m not—”
“Pet, don’t displease me.” Sloan breathed in the sweet smell lingering in the back of the car, the mixed scent of sweat and spice tickling his nose.
“You’re an arsehole,” Conall muttered.
Sloan would have laughed again, but his pet’s mouth returned to suck on his cock hard. He felt the familiar pressure of his orgasm building at the base of his spine. His balls drew tighter and his engorged cock jerked. Sloan held himself back from fucking into that succulent mouth. He’d taken pity on his pet and didn’t want to give him more than he could handle.
Sloan’s toes curled in his expensive shoes and his shoulders trembled when the release washed through him. His cock spurted onto Conall’s tongue, cum painting the inside of his mouth. Sloan entwined his fingers in his hair to stop his pet from moving again, but much to his delighted surprise, Conall never tried.
The leather seat squeaked beneath Sloan when he fell back against it, his chest rising and falling in rapid movements from his exploding orgasm.
