It was intoxicating, that breathless way he answered me, the way his eyes darted around us, searching for escape. Then there was the thick shaft throbbing against my thigh, leaving no doubt that while Jesse knew logically he should be terrified that he was being held against a wall by his neck, he wasn’t about to fight to get free. In fact, he was rolling his hips forward to increase the friction.
With my eyes on his, I quickly unbuckled Jesse’s belt and let the ends hang loose as I began to unbutton his pants, and when I went to unzip them, he moaned.
“I can feel your pulse thudding against my hand,” I told him as I pulled the tails of his white shirt free of his pants. “I wonder if it’ll match your throbbing dick.” I slipped my fingers behind the elastic of his tight boxers and wrapped them around his erection.
The tortured sound that ripped from Jesse’s lips at the touch had me silencing him with my own, and as soon as my mouth touched his, he opened for me, and I sank my tongue in, greedy to taste the sweetness tinged with apprehension.
Jesse bucked forward, his hands coming off the wall, but I muscled him back, holding him in place as I continued to lick and devour every inch of his delicious mouth.
He panted as I raised my head and shook it at him. My hand stilled down his pants, and as he stared up at me with glazed eyes, I said, “Don’t. Move. Your. Hands. I won’t tell you again.”
Jesse placed them back on the wall beside him, and I rewarded him with a long, hard stroke of his cock, which made his eyes shut and his teeth sink into his lower lip. I did it again, and this time, when I drew my palm back up his hard length, I dug my fingertips into the pale flesh of his throat.
His eyes flew open, and I ground my hips against his thigh. The strangled sound that left him made me do it all again. “There’s something so beautiful about you right now,” I said in his ear as Jesse’s breathing left him in ragged bursts, and I grazed my thumb over the wet head of his dick. “Your bow tie on the floor, your throat red from my fingers, your pants open for my hand. And your eyes…” I waited for, and received, exactly what I wanted. Jesse turned his head and looked at me. “Your eyes tell me you’re about two seconds away from coming, but you’re just not sure this is right.” I gave him another sure stroke, brushed my lips over his, and said, “And you’re right. This is fucked up. But come for me anyway.”
I slammed my mouth against his in a brutal kiss, my mouth plundering his as both my hands tightened, and Jesse fucked his hips forward, sliding his cock through my fist.
He moaned under the assault, and I growled in response, thrilling at the honest way he responded to all the new sensations he was experiencing. It was the rush I went in search of. The high that would keep me coming back. And that was how I’d known there was no way that once with him would be enough. I wanted to drown myself in the purity of this man’s essence until it was no more.
Jesse jerked against me, and I bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed. As he cursed and wrenched his head back, his eyes found mine and he came all over my hand as he stood there pinned to the wall with a bloodied lip, looking absolutely bewildered.
I held his gaze and cock until he was totally spent, and when he stilled, I slid the hand on his neck a little higher until I covered his Adam’s apple. I removed the hand I had in his pants and brought it up to my mouth, and then I drew my tongue across my palm and licked the cum from it.
Jesse’s eyes dilated, and then he swallowed. The feel of his throat contracting against my palm made my dick throb. I ground my hips against his thigh, and Jesse’s eyes dropped to what I was doing.
“Oh shit…that was, uhh…” When words seemed to fail him, I chuckled and released my hold on him. Then I took a step back and brushed a hand over the front of my pants. Tonight had served its purpose, and there would be time for me later. I bent down to pick up Jesse’s bow tie, and when I straightened, I noticed he was still exactly where he was. Back to the wall, shirt undone, pants unzipped, hands exactly where I’d told him to keep them—flat against the surface behind him.