“You want a kiss, hm?” I feel him out, leaning down until our lips barely touch.
“Y-yes,” Atlas stutters, his eyelids fluttering once more. “But can I also… would you like it if… I’ve never done it, but I want to try totasteyou.”
It’s my turn to try to catch my breath. If he’s saying what I think he is, he won’t have to try too hard. Even without a lick of skill, just staring at his mouth wrapped around me will have me exploding in minutes.
“You want my cock in your mouth, then?” I purr, petting gently at the skin of his defined jaw.
Atlas sighs, soft and relieved. “Yes, please.”
“Why would a sweet boy like you want to dirty yourself like that?” I ask.
I can’t seem to understand it; I guess this kind of pleasure always felt like the job of the more dominant of the pair. Aside from Landon, who was equal to me on every level, so we switched off pretty easily, all of my other partners have alwaysbeen a bit more submissive. Sure, notassubmissive as Atlas is, but that only furthers my point.
Sucking him down and bringing him to ecstasy ismyjob; there is no viable reason as to why Atlas would need to do it. All he needs to do is be as beautiful as he already is and listen. Unless he wants to play the part of the brat, and then putting him in his place would be just as fun as praising him for being good.
“I want it,” he says simply, his hands pulling gently at the waistband of my sweats. “I want to feel the weight of it. I want to…” he takes a deep breath, as if he’s embarrassed and in disbelief at what he’s going to say next. “I want to choke on it.”
“Damnit, Atlas,” I mutter.
Before he can respond, I place my hands on his shoulders and shove gently, pushing him to the ground.
Atlas lands on his knees daintily, as if he’s done this a million times, though I know he hasn’t. Big eyes stare up at me from under thick lashes, his hands clenching and unclenching against his slack-covered thighs.
“Take me out,” I demand, running a hand through his little brown curls.
Atlas doesn’t hesitate, eyes hungry as if he’s imagined doing this so many times. He yanks my sweats and briefs down at once, leaving them around my lower thighs.
My hard dick springs free, only to hang heavily between us. I’m already pulsing with need, red and angry with want. Each little puff of air that leaves his full, parted lips stimulates me further.
I give myself a loose tug, watching Atlas’s eyes follow the movement.
“You sure you want this?” I ask him, my fingertips grazing his cheekbone.
He nods. “Yes.”
“Ask nicely.”
Atlas lifts his gaze from where it was gawking at my dick, and he meets my eyes, licking his bottom lip.Fucking tease.
“Can I please suck it?” he asks quietly, his hands gripping his thighs so tensely that I can see the indentations in the fabric of his slacks.
“Perfect,” I murmur. “Go ahead.”
Gripping the base of my shaft, I rub my tip over his plump bottom lip. He takes it and runs with it, sucking the engorged head into his mouth like a needy pet.
The moment he closes around me and sucks, I see white. It’s so hot, sorightthat all I can think is:hot, tight, perfecton repeat.
As Atlas’s tongue runs over the bottom of me, his teeth catch my crown. I hiss, bucking into him softly, feeding him another half inch.
“Watch your teeth, baby,” I instruct, my fingers tracing his throat.
Atlas attempts to nod, but doesn’t get much movement with the tip of my dick in his mouth.
He begins to suckle me again, almost as if drinking from my head, and that’s somehow worse than if he were to swallow me down. The sight alone is dangerous, his hooded eyes and puckered lips. But then you mix in thesoundof him: thedesperate little whines and wet slurping, and I’m about two seconds from fucking into him with reckless abandon.
“Take more of me, Atlas,” I tell him, petting his hair once again as he takes in another inch.
We continue this slow battle for a while—him slowly taking more and more of my hard dick while I remind him to watch his teeth, to hollow his cheeks, tolook at me.
