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He bent to push his pants down, and took his time about getting them off his ankles. His socks came next, and the whole mess was tossed over near the wall. But when his eyes looked up again, there was something in them. Awe? Doubt? Maybe even a little timidness.
"I don't have the confidence to do what you do," he said softly.
I caught him by the jaw and kissed him again. "No one steps out of their god's tears as an adept. Let me show you, Pey?"
"How do I make a man like you moan?" he asked.
I stole another kiss, holding him with one hand while my other forced my pants down. The weight of them pulled everything to the ground, and I worked the rest off with my feet. The whole time, my tongue danced with his, swirling, distracting, and driving him higher.
I loved the way this man kissed me. It was soft, like a woman, but not as gentle. He let me lead, but I had a feeling that he had no problem taking over with a woman. He wasn't scared of me. He wasn't even intimidated by me. He was just willing to admit when he was not the best one to make the decisions, and I liked that a lot more than I'd expected.
And once my stupid fucking socks were off, I took that last step back, breaking our kiss. I sat down on the edge of the bed and spread my knees, letting my hard dick stand up between us. Then, I pointed to the ground before me.
"You need to be on your knees, right there."
When he sank to the ground, I caught Wraythe looking up. His eyes scanned both of us, pausing to hang on my dick for a second too long, and then he went back to the book. Peyron couldn't see that, but I loved it. It made my dick throb in approval, so reaching down, I gripped my length to relieve some of the pressure before tilting the whole thing towards my pretty little man.
"I want you to put this in your mouth," I told him.
"Ela, I've never..."
"I know," I promised. "Baby, I want to feel your lips wrap around me, your tongue slide down my shaft, and your hand hold me at the angle you want." Fuck, I wanted that more than he knew. "And I am going to tell you every single thing to do."
His hand came first, taking the place of mine. Lifting his eyes, Pey looked at me as he leaned in, only dropping his gaze at the last minute. I palmed the back of his head, then pushed my fingers into his dark hair, stopping him just before my dick entered his mouth.
"Lick it," I breathed. "Get it nice and wet. Taste me, Pey."
He did, lapping at me like a piece of candy. The heat of his tongue was intense, and I closed my eyes just as he swirled it around the tip. When I opened my eyes again, my fingers relaxed, and my hand guided him even closer. He didn't try to resist. Slowly, carefully, he pushed the head of my dick into his mouth and then kept moving down.
Warmth. Wet. Gentle. I felt it all, including when I reached the back of his throat. As tenderly as I could, I guided him back, showing him how to slide partly off before pushing him back down.
"Oh, just like that," I whispered. "Feels so good, baby. Press your tongue a little more. Yeah." I paused as a moan slipped out. "Now faster. You going to let me cum in your mouth? Because you feel so good."
He murmured an assent around me, and the vibrations went right to my balls. In all my life, I'd never imagined that anything could be like this. When I'd been with Talin and Nari, they knew what to do. This? It was new, cautious, and exploratory. There was so much trust coming from this man, and I liked it. I wanted more of it.
"Faster," I begged. "Slide your hand with your mouth. Stroke all of me."
I didn't expect him to take that to mean his other hand too, but Pey reached up to cup my balls. The next time his mouth slid down me, he fondled them, massaging me as he sucked me off so fucking sweetly. This was the treasure of a new experience. It was the allure of submission, and not the fake kind. No, Pey wasn't a submissive, but for this moment - and this moment alone - he'd put me in charge, so it was my responsibility to take care of him.
And he took very good care of me. My hand slid down to the back of his neck as he bobbed across my length faster. Then he sucked a little harder, gripping me with his mouth. I praised him when it felt good, loving the way he experimented with me. His confidence grew. His movements became more bold, and Peyron worked the hell out of my dick.
I had to lean back, bracing one hand against the bed to hold myself in a reclined position. My hips wanted to buck, but I refused to harm this man. His fingers were playing with my balls, teasing the skin behind them, and I couldn't take any more. I wanted to feel the release. I needed to see him take it.
"Pey..." I warned just as the pleasure became too intense.
And then it was too late to say more. My entire body paused as the pleasure took over, and I felt my release in great throbs inside his mouth. He swallowed, pushing down a little further to take even more, and I couldn't manage to say a single word.
Until he leaned back, sliding off my dick. My breath rushed in with a gasp, which was when I realized that my eyes had closed. Even my mind felt like it took a moment to start back up, and I didn't care at all.
"Wow," I breathed, grabbing his arm to pull him up towards me. "I only know two people who can make me cum that hard."
And when his mouth was even with mine, I kissed him. Pey hesitated, tensed like he wanted to pull away, and then he leaned into it. Together, we shifted even higher, making a mess of crawling together onto the bed between kisses. My dick was growing soft, but his was still wonderfully hard, so I stroked it, rolling over him even as his arms held me to him. Our kisses may have started slow, but they quickly built into a frenzy.
"Oh, I think I like being your submissive," he teased as I tossed my leg over his thighs, sitting on him.
So I slid my hands up the length of his body. "I know you have lube in this room."
He chuckled. "Yeah, um. It's in the bathroom."
