“Please, what?” I nuzzle my cheek against his again. “Please stop. Please give you more. Please fuck you.”
He makes a sound that’s a cross between a grunt and a moan and rubs his ass against my dick again, pushing against the hold I still have on his hip.
Clucking my tongue disapprovingly, I spin him around so he’s facing me.
“Seems like someone is having trouble behaving,” I say and wrap one hand around his throat again.
His eyes widen as I squeeze tight enough that he has trouble pulling in his next breath.
“Looks like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”
He lets out a gurgling cry and grabs my wrist in both hands as I walk him backward until the backs of his legs hit the side of his mattress. He lets out a little sound of surprise as he rocks on his feet from the unexpected impact, and I use my grip on his throat to force him down so he’s sitting on the edge of his bed.
“Did you like sucking my dick?” I ask as he stares up at me, his expression an intoxicating mix of shock and need.
He swallows, and his Adam’s apple bobs under my hand as the muscles in his throat move and work.
“Use your words,” I tell him when he gives the slightest tick of his chin.
“Yes,” he whispers, and his thready, strained voice is way hotter than it has any business being.
His eyes track my free hand as I push the front of my sweats and boxer briefs down, and my hard cock nearly slaps him in the cheek as it swings free.
“Do you want to do it again?” I ask.
“Yes,” he whispers, and the hungry way he’s staring at my cock as it bobs in front of him is almost as hot as having him at my mercy like this.
Slowly, I release his throat and rest my arms at my sides.
He blinks up at me, like he’s expecting some sort of trick, but I just wait as he seems to go through an entire silent conversation with himself, complete with a little nod at the end, before he finally reaches for me.
His hand is shaking as he wraps it around my dick, but his touch is strong and confident as he drags it down my shaft. He does it again and adds a little twisting squeeze around my cockhead that makes me gasp and rock into his touch.
He lights up at my reaction, and his expression goes wicked as he greedily pumps his hand up and down my shaft in hard, practiced strokes.
“Fuck yeah,” I say on a low moan, letting him hear how much I’m enjoying his attention.
A little smirk-smile tilts the corner of his lips, and my breath catches as he licks his lips and leans closer.
The first touch of his tongue against my tip makes me gasp, and I have to fist my hands to keep them at my sides as he wraps his lips around my shaft and draws about half of my length into his mouth.
West’s eyes flutter closed, and a look of bliss crosses his features as he moves over me in long, measured glides, taking a bit more of my length with each pass until I’m pressing down his throat and he can swallow around my head.
One thing I noticed last time is that West doesn’t just suck dick like it’s a way to get things moving, or it’s something he has to do to get to the good stuff.
I thought his enthusiasm might have been because it was his first time, but he’s just as into it now as he was a few days ago.
“Fuck yeah,” I murmur and slide my fingers through his soft hair. “So good.”
He moans around my shaft, and I lock my hips so I don’t drive my dick down his throat and face fuck him until he can’t take it anymore.
I’m sure he’d let me, and he’d probably like it, but that’s not what I want right now.
Soft words of encouragement fall from my lips as he works me over, and all too soon, I feel the start of my orgasm gathering low in my body like a storm.
Tightening my grip on his hair, I give it a little yank to let him know it’s time to pull off.
He makes a disgruntled sound and swallows me all the way down until my dick is pressing against the back of his throat and his lips are right up against my body.
