“Sit.” He moved slowly, his eyes fixed on me with a look of pure, bright-eyed hunger. “Socks off, too.”
Dominic removed his socks then fit one hand questioningly under the edge of his sweatpants. Was that a hint that I should go faster? “Don’t touch yourself in any way that I don’t tell you to,” I said with a hint of firmness. “Every article of clothing you’re wearing right now is there on my timer.”
“Okay.” He didn’t sound chastened, more intrigued. I left my own sweatpants on then settled myself between his bent legs.
“I—are you—”
“Nope,” I told him. “Not yet.” I wanted to touch him bare, but I was going to get there slowly, bit by bit, until I had him on the edge and he could hold it there for a while. I set my hands on his knees and stroked up his thighs, long, firm strokes that let me appreciate the muscle he had underneath the fabric. I slid my hands under his ass and pulled him forward a little then nuzzled against the bulge in his crotch.
“Max.” He thrust up a little, and I pulled back.
“What?”
“Why, um…why aren’t you…” He waved a hand as if to say getting on with it.
“Because I want to go slow,” I said. “And because I want to blow your mind. And because you said you’d be good for me, so I’ll be clear: Dominic, I want you to sit there and let me play with you and not say anything except my name, got it? If I do something you don’t like, fine, tell me. Otherwise I want you to be quiet and enjoy.”
“I can do that, but…it doesn’t seem fair to you.”
“You’re letting me do what I want. How is that not fair to me?”
He seemed a little frustrated. “Because you aren’t getting the same attention, you’re not…”
“Wasn’t I hard just a second ago?”
“Yes…”
I took Dominic’s bare foot in my hands and pressed it gently to my groin. His breath hitched. “Does it feel like I’ve lost interest?”
“No,” he murmured.
“I’m not going to be doing all the work, and I definitely plan on coming, if that’s really bothering you,” I said with a little smirk. “But on my timetable, not yours.”
Dominic laughed. “Okay. I get it, I give in. Do with me as you will.”
“Yeah, that’s the plan. Now spread your legs farther apart, make some room for me.” He widened his knees with a little hiss. “Problem?”
“No, it doesn’t hurt, just…the sweats are tight.”
“I know.” I leaned in and kissed the fabric right over the head of his cock, where it was trapped in the right leg of his pants. “Fuck, I know, I can see almost everything without you even having to strip.” I stroked my hand over him, from the tip all the way down to the base, pressing with my palm so he really felt it. I pushed his legs a little farther apart then ran my thumb down the middle seam of the sweats until I got to the swell of his balls. He jumped then shivered. “Yeah, right there.” I traced what I could feel, rubbing it over and over again and watching his chest move shallowly, every breath a little gasp. “Look at you,” I marveled. “I love it. You’re being really good for me. Fuck.” I had to palm my own cock to keep it from staging a revolt.
“Max…” Dominic bit his lip.
“Yeah, I know you want more. I do, too. Lay back on the bed.” He went down, only to his elbows. “Smart-ass,” I said. “Fine, if you want to play it that way, then I expect you to hold the position for a while.” I leaned forward, putting steady pressure on his groin as I reached up to his chest and rubbed my thumb over his nipple.
“Max.”
Oh, looked like he liked that. Possibly it was a revelation for him—plenty of guys didn’t figure out they were into nipple play until they had a curious lover. “Yeah? Good.” I bent down over his chest and licked his nipple then bit it softly. Dominic groaned but managed to stay up on his elbows. “Good.” I teased one side, then the other, all the while pressing my stomach to his cock, giving it something to rub against—just barely. I bit a little harder, and Dominic hissed, bit his own lip, and tried to buck—not away, but into my mouth. Oh, fuck yes.
“Jesus, you’re perfect,” I breathed. I leaned back and pinched both sides, hard, and Dominic open-mouth moaned.
“Ow, fuck, ow…”
“Yeah, I know. It’s nice, huh?” I glanced down. “Or are you talking about your dick?”
“Both, shit, I don’t know.”
“Try to figure it out.” I let go of his nipples and leaned back, admiring the dusky redness of them before looking down at his crotch. His cock had swelled in his sweatpants, but it couldn’t go anywhere at the moment. It was probably a little painful. “I can do something about this.” I reached inside his sweats and adjusted his cock so that it was pointing up, the fat, slick head sliding free of his thin cotton underwear. He was smooth against my hand, and hot, and I gave in and stroked him a few times, loving the feel of his dick in my hand.
“Max…” His voice trailed off, like he didn’t quite know what to say next.
“Are you close?” I asked. He nodded slightly. “Okay, that’s fine. We’ll go slow.” I leaned down and pressed my mouth to the base of his cock and exhaled slowly then inhaled his scent. God, how long had it been since I’d been this close to another guy, six months? I fucking missed it, and even then, sucking a guy off and being sucked didn’t hold a candle to teasing Dominic.
I scratched his stomach gently with the tips of my fingers, just beneath his belly button, as I mouthed him through the cloth, exhaling to let him feel the heat of my mouth. The tip of his dick was shiny, beading with a drop of pre-cum. I swiped it up with my thumb, slicking the pad as I rubbed around and around his slit. I was desperately hard in my pants, and Dominic’s forehead was sweaty as he watched, unable to look away.
That’s right, baby. Keep your eyes on me.
I pulled my hand to my mouth and sucked my thumb clean. He licked his lips, and—damn, I was going to enjoy his mouth if he offered it to me. I slid my hands under his ass again. “Hips up.” He obeyed, and I pulled his sweats and underwear down to just above his knees, so his dick was free but he still couldn’t move much. “Good.”
“Max, please…”
“I’m going to touch you now, don’t worry.” I wrapped one hand hard around the base of his dick and used the other one to pull his balls down and away. He groaned, but it didn’t sound like pain. “It takes the edge off, right?”