I truly must be out of my mind with love and lust because even the taste of his skin is good to me. He groans, sinking his fingers deep into my hair. God, I love that feeling. Tristan has strength in his hands and he knows how to use it.
“I don’t have any words,” he says, “for how hot and beautiful you are right now.”
“You don’t need any words,” I say, licking lower. “You just need to give me your cock.”
“Jesus,” he curses under his breath.
Slipping down onto my knees, I gaze up at him, thoroughly enjoying the sight of him towering over me. I undo his belt as quickly as I can and he helps shed is pants and boxer briefs so that he’s standing completely naked in front of me. Our encounters over the past week have been hurried and desperate, quick pleasure sought in dark corners under a time crunch. This is the first time I’ve had him fully naked since last week, and the first time I’ve been on my knees for him while naked.
I didn’t lie to Tristan. I’m not innocent. I’ve got friends who’ve been sexually active for way longer. I watch porn and I talk about blow jobs. And none of my friends seem to enjoy them that much. But I can’t ignore the fact that when I watch porn where a cock is down a woman’s throat, I come hard, or the fact that I like the sounds I can get Tristan to make when I touch him with my tongue.
There’s something powerful about being able to affect his pleasure like this. And I know I’m in the minority but I like the way he feels between my lips. I like the friction and sensation, and I even like that moment when he takes over and I’m not controlling anything at all.
“You know what I want tonight,” I tell him.
“I think you’re going to have to tell me,” he says, “because right now there’s absolutely no blood circulating in my brain.”
I smile and run my tongue along his shaft. “I want this. All of it. In my throat. And after you finish that, I want you to fuck me all night.”
A feral gleam appears in his eyes. “You really want that?”
“I do,” I say.
Tristan leans down and kisses me hard, tongue plunging deep into my mouth and rendering me speechless. “I love you,” he growls against my lips. I don’t have the chance to say it back. “Now open your mouth.”
It’s not a request, it’s an order. And a shiver runs down my spine. Exactly what I want—no room to question. His hands are still in my hair, and he tilts my head back so I can see him. Our gazes are locked, and I open my mouth. I can only watch his face as he thrusts his hips forward so he slips between my lips and deeper. Deeper still until we reach the point where we’ve gone before—touching my throat, ready to enter. I’m so fucking wet that this lingerie is going to be soaked.
Tristan holds my head absolutely still while he pulls back so he’s just resting against my lips. “Take a deep breath,” he says. “You’re going to need it.”
I obey, inhaling, and he pushes in again, all the way to the edge. But this time he doesn’t stop, slowly, steadily, pushing his way into my throat. The fingers in my hair tilt my head to help him slip in, and then he’s in. There’s briefly a feeling of needing to choke and force him out, but I have enough air, and as he pushes in farther that sensation fades to a comfortable fullness.
Fuck, I must be crazy because I love this feeling.
More. I want more.
A naughty thought enters my head, thinking about when he asked me what kind of porn I watch. I’m thinking about a video just like this, only the woman’s hands are tied, and I want that. Absolute helplessness while he takes my throat. And after I’ll fuck him until we both can’t speak anymore.
Tristan pulls back, and glances down at me as I heave in a breath, gasping for it after being deprived. “I have a trade for you.”
He chuckles. “You’re already doing enough for me, but let’s hear it.”
“I’ll show you one of the videos you wanted.”
Eyebrows disappear into my hairline. “In exchange for?”
I can feel my face and chest flush with heat, and for a second I think that I’m not going to be able to ask. But I open my mouth and force the words out. “Tie my hands.”
His smile is slow and wicked, and he steps away to the dresser across the room. “I’m well aware that this is a bit cliché,” he says, pulling our several ties from his drawer, “but on short notice, I think that they’ll work rather well.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He kneels in front of me with one of the ties, leaning behind me. “After telling you that we know each other more than we think, I have to say that this is something that I didn’t know.”
“I…if you don’t want to do that I understand.”
Tristan gathers both of my wrists in one hand behind my back and wraps the smooth fabric around them, and again, tightening them together and tying it off. When I pull on them, I can’t move my hands apart, and my heartrate kicks up a notch and a fresh wave of wetness hits my pussy. Oh god.
He cups my face in his hand. “Of course I want to. You don’t ever have to be embarrassed with me about what you want. I told you that I wanted all your fantasies, and I do. I want you be able to live them. Feel them. With me.” His face goes from perfectly sympathetic to hard and dominant in a second. “Now open your mouth because we’re not finished.”
I didn’t tell him about the dominant nature of the movie I’m thinking of—I didn’t have to. He just seems to know. Taking a deep breath, I open my mouth again, and he drives his cock in, barely hesitating at the entrance to my throat. He pulls me onto his cock until I think I can’t take anymore, but I’m so close to take it all. So close.
Tristan holds me there, mouth stretched around his cock, as my breath evaporates. On instinct I try to move my hands, and I can’t. Holy fuck. A wave of heat rolls through me. My nipples are so hard they might tear through my lingerie, and I’m dizzy with arousal.
He pulls back just in time to let me gasp for air, but only for a moment before he’s guiding my mouth back on him and thrusting deep. As soon as Tristan is in my throat, he’s fucking. A harsh rhythm that makes me close my eyes. Farther and farther he goes until I’m out of air, but he doesn’t stop there, holding himself still in my throat for as long as he dares before allowing me to breathe.
“I can’t describe how good at this you are,” he says.
And that’s all the time I have to catch my breath.
“Relax,” he says this time, easing in. “We’re going all the way.”
I consciously go as limp as I dare without falling over. Tristan’s cock is so long that I feel like it never ends as it slides inside to that point of no return. Further and further. My lips are stretched to the limit, and he’s still going. Until suddenly I feel it. The base of his cock is there in my mouth, nose pressed against his stomach. “Good girl,” Tristan says, though his words are more of a groan.
He releases me, and the world flares into fiery color again. I did it. I took all of him. And I’m going to do it again. I’m ready for him this time, and he pulls me onto him, holding my head still as he rocks his hips into me. If I were able to move my hands I’d be able to reach up and feel the hardness of him in my throat, but I can’t. I’m a captive here, at his mercy.