He loomed in front of me like a darkly satisfied warrior and started to advance on me. He was naked and loose from the orgasm, but the look in his eyes was focused and determined as he prowled towards me as I involuntarily took a step back. I took another and another until my back hit the door and Dom was right in front of me and in my face. His breath was hot as he leaned up until he could growl directly into my ear, “You always seem to be handling me, Orlando. In one way or another, you are the one calling the shots. I’ve got some shots of my own I want to take.”
I wasn’t going to argue, but I wouldn’t have gotten the chance even if I was. His mouth was back on mine and he was pulling my T-shirt up and over my head within the span of a second. His lips were hard and left little doubt that he was serious about getting more than his hands all over me for a change of pace. I sighed lightly into his mouth as our tongues twisted together and his hands started to roam over my now bare chest. As big and as forceful as he often came across, his touch was surprisingly light and way more reverent and delicate than mine had been with him. It took me a second to realize he was taking the time to brush his fingers over each and every single freckle that dotted my skin. There were a lot of them so by the time he got to the ones below my bellybutton I was kiss drunk and sex stupid.
I wanted to grab his head and force him to his knees in front of me. I could tell he knew it, too. He was grinning at me, which was extra sexy with his mouth red and shiny from being all over mine.
He slipped a finger into the elastic band at the top of my shorts and tugged just enough to let the tip of my dick peek out. He lifted an eyebrow at the ruddy tip and his grin turned downright wicked.
“I want to see how far down your freckles go.” His voice rumbled out of his chest and the deep rasp of it made my skin pebble in anticipation.
I wheezed a little when he finally lowered himself to the floor in front of me, taking my shorts down with him.
“I pretty much have them everywhere.” When I was younger, I hated them because I felt like they were just one more thing that set me apart from the rest of the guys my age. Now I had grown into them and I kind of liked them. Dom was apparently a fan.
He chuckled and moved across my cock, which was practically leaping out to make his acquaintance. “I can see that. I like them. I want to connect them all with my tongue.”
“Jesus.” He laughed again as I let my head fall back against the door with a loud thunk at the first swipe of his tongue across the already leaking tip of my cock. “I don’t know if I could survive that.”
I looked down at him right as he leaned forward to wrap a hand around the base of my erection and at the same time surrounded the rest of the waiting length with the heat of his mouth. It was my turn to swear as my vision went cloudy around the edges and my knees went a little weak. I’d had plenty of guys go down on me back in my fuck-to-forget days, but nothing felt like Dom’s mouth on me. It obliterated thought. It killed common sense. It annihilated any hesitation I had about throwing myself in with this man. His mouth on me, his hand twisting in time with the motion of his bobbing head felt like it had to happen. It felt better than any blow job had a right to feel. It felt more intense and involved than the last time I had actual sex with someone. It felt fated and destined. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his as he looked up at me with a perceptive glint in his eye.
I told myself to breathe because things were getting fuzzy and I felt lightheaded. I curled one hand around the back of his dark head and let his short hair tickle the tips of my fingers as I urged him to go farther and farther down. I wanted him to take as much of me as he could and he obliged without so much as blinking an eye. I put my other hand over my heart and tried to hold it in as it threatened to beat its way out of my chest. The intensity of it all was going to take me to the ground.