He freezes beneath me, but I’ve come this far so I wind my hand around his neck and pull him into me. His lips jerk into action, punishing me with their kiss. Heat rolls from his body, his hands slipping into my hair and yanking roughly. On a gasp, he takes over control and I gladly let him. His tongue duels with mine, twisting and battling to get even closer. Electricity zips through my body like my tongue is wrapped around a live wire, filling me with a current that has all the hairs on my body standing on end.
Reining myself in, I focus on taking back the upper hand. My fingertips skim his solid chest through his shirt, the smooth material sliding beneath my touch. Following the mouth-watering abs, my hands land on his waistband, jerking him forward to grind against me. He is rock hard, his dick straining to be free. Popping open his jean button, I slide my hand beneath his boxers and take him in my palm. He hisses against my mouth, strung up tighter than a wind-up toy.
Stroking his veiny length, I push my hand deeper to cup his balls and shift their heavy weight in my palm. His hands are still knotted in my hair, holding me roughly in place against his lips despite not kissing me. Instead, he’s watching me carefully as if this is a trick or I might disappear at any moment. Placing one more soft touch against his mouth with mine, I lick a path with my tongue to his square jawline and along the side of his neck.
Unzipping his jeans further, I hook my thumbs beneath his boxers and push them both down and I drop to my knees before him. His dick springs free, an impressed smirk taking root on my face. Forcing myself to focus, I wiggle his jeans the rest of the way past his shins and dip my hands into the pockets in one, smooth move. I dig deep, my heart pounding heavily as I find them empty. Shit.
Buying myself some extra time, I nibble at his thighs and tease him mercilessly, enjoying myself more than I should. His hands remain locked around my head, but they don’t hinder any of my movements, his head falls back against the door on a frustrated groan. Feeling around the edge of his pants, I find the back pockets and nearly whoop as my hand clasps around the key. Coyly pushing it into my sock, I need to finish what I started to not seem suspicious. Oh no, how will I survive?
Shaking my head at my inner sarcastic bitch, I take the base of his cock in my hand and slide my lips over his tip. Pushing onwards, I take him all the way into the back of my throat in one long movement. His involuntary buck beneath me is all I needed to seal my double victory. Not giving him a moment to compose himself, I draw back and repeat the process with a mixture of toe-curling slowness and heat-bursting speed.
Jeez, even I’m getting all hot and bothered in response to his moans and gasps, wetness spreading between my thighs that I need to keep clamped together tightly. I can’t let my lady parts drive my actions when I have an ulterior motive. And screwing with socks on is just a big no-no, so this will have to do for the both of us. Gripping onto his muscular thighs, he grinds against me as I build up a steady rhythm. he is groaning loudly to. His hands are splayed in my hair, pushing me on in encouragement.
Suddenly the dynamic between us changes, an invisible string snapping which has Wyatt holding me still so he can thrust into my mouth. The spell I’d had him firmly under has reversed, his legs pump against my palms as he chases down his own release and all I can do is hang on for the ride. The smooth ridge of his cock gliding across the roof of my mouth has me imagining all the ways he’d take me, and luckily my mouth is too full to suggest any of them. My resolve has deserted me, a hint of saltiness from his precum making me heady.
Fuck, I want him. Just a little, in this moment. I want him to take everything he needs, use me in the worst ways and leave me thoroughly satisfied and shamed. I want to be his dirty little secret. A loud moan fills the cell a second before his cum spurts into my throat on one final thrust. He grips me tightly, bucking and groaning as he rides out his orgasm. Swallowing his load that was threatening to choke me, he gasps and finally eases me off him gently. His fingers coil around my chin, tilting my head upwards with the small trace of a caress. His face is shrouded by shadows, his mindset unreadable as I remain on the uneven ground bruising my knees.
He moves so quickly; I can’t help but flinch. Using his grasp on my jaw to shove me aside, his jeans are pulled up and he’s out the door without buttoning them up. The chain rattles loudly as he hastily locks me out of sight and stomps up the stairs. The door at the top slamming closed echoes throughout the dungeon and I
