James scrubbed one hand over his face, taking a minute to pull himself together. Topping Beth was both challenging and easy—simply put, they had good chemistry.
When Beth returned, laying the cushion on the tile at his feet, he motioned for her to kneel, not trusting himself to speak. Part of him wanted to know what she felt, what she was thinking. A bigger part of him wanted her mouth on his cock, so the conversation would have to wait.
She must have sensed what he wanted, because she knelt facing him, her knees spread, hands palms up on her thighs.
When he unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants, he felt the weight of her gaze. Adjusting his slacks, he pulled his cock free, deciding it wasn’t worth the trouble of standing up in order to get them all the way off.
He was rock hard and already wet from pre-come. Stroking himself a few times, he watched Beth lick her lower lip, which brought his attention to her pretty mouth.
James moved his hand, inviting her to pleasure him. She leaned forward only to stop, eyelashes flickering as she looked up. For half a second he was ready to punish her for teasing him, but reminded himself that it was more likely she was waiting for an order.
Clearing his throat, he forced himself to not make it simple for her. “I am going to come. Either from jerking myself off, and I’ll come on your pretty face, or you can suck my cock.”
Beth leaned forward, the tip of her tongue flicking the vein along the underside of his dick, before taking the head in her mouth.
James groaned, grabbing on to the cushion to keep himself from taking control—he wanted to know what she would do, how she would pleasure him without interference.
Inching her knees forward, Beth started to suck him in earnest, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue extended so that it was between her lower teeth and the sensitive underside of his cock. The head of his cock rubbed over the roof of her mouth and the inner edges of her back teeth, before bumping the back of her throat.
The angle meant she couldn’t take him very deep, though he felt her try, listened for the change in her breathing as she timed it to coincide with her movements.
“Use your hands,” he commanded, aware his voice was tight.
Slender fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing in time with her bobbing head.
As she drew back, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, controlling her by exerting gentle pressure just under her ears. She froze, lips still wrapped around the shaft just behind the head, her tongue stroking the slit in long, slow licks that were making him crazy.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Beth’s gaze flicked up, brown eyes almost black in the shadows of the courtyard.
He urged her to move once more, this time while looking at him. James pushed her hair back from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear as she lowered her mouth towards his pelvis, moving with a kind of teasing slowness that he both hated and enjoyed.
“Faster,” he demanded, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he came.
Her movements became less controlled, less choreographed, but it wasn’t from a lack of care. He could see the desire in her eyes, the need that filled her and was being translated into pleasuring him, even as she was bereft of stimulation.
When he could no longer sit still, James pushed her away and rose to his feet. Beth’s mouth was back on his cock in a matter of seconds, and now he could cradle her head in his hands, thrusting into her mouth even as she bobbed up and down on him. She released the base of his cock and clung to his thighs, not resisting his control of her head.
James pumped quick and hard as he felt the orgasm build in his shaft, then slowed for three final thrusts, bumping his cock against her throat with each deep penetration.
He came on her tongue, his fingers rhythmically massaging her scalp as he groaned in pleasure, the sight of her on her knees, lips wrapped around his cock, seared into his brain.
James collapsed back into the chair, his breathing heavy. Beth looked at him, her mouth half open, and he realized that she had yet to swallow.
A fierce wave of desire swept through him and he nodded, watching as she closed her mouth and swallowed.
He stroked her jaw, the curve of her throat, and the delicate line of her collarbone, before dropping his fingers to her nipples, tugging lightly.
She sucked in air and arched her back, the reaction too strong for the level of pressure in his touch, telling him that her nipples were still sensitive from the clothespin play.
It was still early in the evening, and the others in the courtyard were just getting into their play, the murmur of voices punctuated by the soft slap of a spanking. When a couple hopped up onto the stage, a coil of nylon rope held in the Dom’s hand, James forgot his tentative plan of taking their play to the bedroom. It would be far more fun to spend time tormenting Beth and seeing exactly how responsive she could be.
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