Page 77 of Turn Me On

“You want me to shoot in your throat, don’t you?”

His eyes roll back in his head, and I stare down at his lap. His dick is twitching with every thrust.

“You want me to blow my load on your face sometime?”

He moans salaciously against my cock, and I have to end this now. I pull my cock out instantly. “Too good,” I mutter.

His grin is satisfied, just short of smug, and it fucking should be.

“Pretty good here too,” he rasps out. Then his gaze drifts to his cock. A tempting bead of liquid slides down his shaft.

“Mmm. Your dick needs some attention.” I move behind him, kneeling on the floor too, then rope my arms around his waist, gripping his cock in one hand. He’s smooth as silk, hard as stone. And slick as a man on the edge.

“Ah, yes,” he grunts, leaning his head back against my shoulder.

But I only stroke him lightly. “Just a little relief,” I tell him, nibbling on his earlobe. “Not gonna let you come till my cock is buried deep in your sweet ass.”

“Fucking tease,” he grunts, then turns his face to me, his lips hunting for mine.

As I fondle his dick, I kiss him fiercely. I hope he can feel what he’s doing to me. He’s making me want all the nights with him. All the days with him.

After a long, tantalizing minute, I let go of his lips and cock.

Then I undo his restraints, freeing him. His hands fall at his sides. From here, behind him, I lift each hand, raising them gently, kissing his wrists tenderly. “Mmm. Look at these marks,” I murmur.

“Love them,” he whispers.

Then, I move quickly. With an offered hand, I haul him up. Roam my gaze down his body. His state of undress is a delicious mess. His boxers sit below his dick; his pants hang on his hips.

“I’m not naked,” he says, leading the witness, giving a sliver of a grin. Ah, yes. This is the side of Maddox that craves attention. He told me as much at the bar as we laid out our wishes. He likes to tease out what he wants, so I can make those demands of him.

Our give and play makes me so damn hot.

“Gonna undress you now,” I say, then I push his pants to the floor, along with his boxer briefs. He steps out of them, leaving on only the tie.

He’s like a Greek god. I line up my hands along his stomach, then slide them down his carved frame, committing him to memory. Every inch of his golden skin is on display.

He sighs as I worship him with my palms. Then moans as I bite his shoulder. I could spend all night like this, but I need to get him under me in bed, so I shed the rest of my clothes in a flurry. “On the mattress. Get on your back.”

“Yes, sir,” he says with a dirty smile.

I laugh, loving that he makes me laugh in bed. Out of bed. Anywhere. Everywhere. I head to the bathroom to grab a hand towel. As I return, I savor the sight of him stretched out, cock at attention. “The sexiest man I’ve ever known is in my bed. This is the best night ever,” I say, admiring him.

Maddox lowers his eyes. That shyness I see in him every now and then cranks me up.

“Does it embarrass you when I say that?” I ask earnestly.

He raises his face, meets my eyes. “No. I just like it so much I feel naked.”

I laugh again. “Hate to break it to you, but you are naked, Mad,” I tease, as I come around to the nightstand and grab the lube and condom.

He tugs on the tie. “But I’m not technically naked.”

“My sexy, smart-mouthed man, finding loopholes,” I say, then get on the bed, and crawl between his thighs. “Spread ’em.”

Maddox widens his legs. I groan happily. Then I undo the tie, and I climb over him, letting my dick dangle over his face as I grab his wrists again. He flicks his tongue against the underside of my shaft. “You’re greedy for my cock,” I say as I yank his arms above his head.

“Always,” he says, licking some more as I bind his wrists, then fasten the end of the tie to the headboard.