“Not so fast.” His eyes glow under the streetlights. “I’ll take the lead and tell you what to do. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s better. As much as I’d like to take you right here, we must wait until we’re inside. What I want to do to you takes space.”
Takes space? What does he mean? I’ve never had missionary sex, and I’m about to swing from the rafters. This is crazy. I grab his hand. “I–”
“Let’s get inside.”
***
Moments later, we’re in the elevator, and he slaps the stop button with his palm. “On your knees.”
“Here?” I glance around the elevator’s interior. The walls are golden reflections of us. We’re still in our formal wedding attire. It should look silly, but Alexander will never look childish. He’s too virile and confident for that.
“Yes, here.” He grabs my shoulder and bites his bottom lip. “As I said, I want you on your knees. And I’m not stopping until I’ve fucked the paint from those lips. I want them open and bruised. Just for me.”
I swallow and nod. My head spins as the alcohol continues to give me the courage I don’t already possess. “Yes, sir.”
After I lower to my knees, he unfastens his belt and pops the top button of his pants. I’ve given one guy head during sophomore year. We were in the back of his mother’s van. But he was small, smelled like B.O., and came in about 30 seconds. Alexander isn’t going to be any of those things.
His eyes bore into mine as he unleashes his cock and leisurely strokes up and down his flesh. With one pass over his erection, he’s hard, thick, and scaring the shit out of me. The veins bulge, and the head drips with his desire.
I swallow. “That’s not going to fit.”
“I’ll make it fit. If it takes all night, I’ll have you wet and begging for my cock. Now, be a good girl and open that pretty mouth for me.” He fists his hand into my hair and yanks, causing tears to form in the corners of my eyes.
“Yes, sir.”
When he presses the tip against my bottom lip, he smears his lust along my mouth. “That’s better. Now you’re coated by me. Lick it off. Taste how crazy you make me.”
I lick my lips. The salty taste of his pre-cum is less offensive than the guy that smelled like sweat.
“Suck it. I want to fuck your face, and for tonight, I want you to forget every other guy you’ve ever been with.”
He jams his cock into my mouth, causing me to gag and stiffen against his assault. “That’s it, baby. Gag all over my cock. Take me deeper than you’ve ever gone before.”
I inhale, relax my shoulders, and work over him at a slow and steady pace. This is easier and hotter than I remembered. I want to please him because as much as he says he wants me to forget everyone else, I don’t want to be someone he forgets before it’s over.
Seconds pass, and he grabs both sides of my head. “God, you look so good on your knees.” His eyes swirl with lust as the cords of his neck strain like guitar strings.
He’s gorgeous, and his strength is overpowering. I’ve never been close to anyone like him and likely never will again. If this is my one opportunity to do something wild and crazy, I’m grabbing it with both hands. And luckily, I’m tipsy enough to not feel self-conscious.
“Such a sweet mouth.” He presses the tip of his dick against the back of my throat until stars fill my eyes. He lunges backward until my mouth pops off his dick. “Breathe.”
I suck down a gulp of air, letting my lungs fill as he swipes the spit from my chin and shoves it back into my mouth. “Again.”
When he replaces his thumb with his cock, I moan and grab the back of his thighs, drawing him deeper and rotating my hips to relieve the pressure between my legs.
Why did I think this was dirty? Okay, it’s dirty as fuck, but there’s nothing hotter than sucking him off. Being at his mercy. I don’t want to stop.
“Watching you aching to come as you suck me off makes me so hard.” He pulls back. “Open your mouth.” I follow his command. “Wider.”
I remain on my knees with my mouth open below his raging cock as he jerks off. “That’s it. Show me that pink tongue so I can coat it. Yes, just like that,” he grunts, and spasms of semen slide over my tongue. “That’s a good fucking girl.”
With his free hand, he swirls his thumb over his cum and paints my lips with it. “That’s better. Now you’ve got me on your lips where I belong.”
It’s dirty. It’s depraved. And I want more.