Only You - Lord of the Manor book 1

Chapter 29

I draw my mouth back and wickedly skate my hand around to the front of his thigh and between his legs to glide under his heavy sacks. His grasp on my head tightens as he moans a prayer to the ceiling, his hips shaking. He's fighting to keep control.

Lightly, I trace the tip of my finger, back and forth, over the seam of his sack. I watch as the cords in his neck tighten to snapping point. I'm enjoying this. He's defenseless, vulnerable and I'm in total control. Despite his earlier demands to kneel and open he's at my complete mercy. It makes a nice change, and I'm not ignorant to the fact that I want to please him.

I'm dimly aware of the elevator doors opening, but I ignore it. I'm completely engrossed in what I'm doing to him. Moving my hand to his base, I hold him firm as I run my tongue over his tip and plant a soft kiss on the end. I look up and see him lower his head, searching for my eyes. When he finds them, he begins working slow circles with his hands in my hair as I lap at his entire length, paying special attention to the underside and taking immense pleasure when he jerks a few times, pushing rapid bursts of air through his teeth.

He watches me, refusing to close his eyes and determined to see me work him, as I trail the entire length of him, pushing the tip of my tongue into the slit when I reach his broad head. He gives me that roguish grin, but I wipe it from his face and knock the air clean out of his lungs when I return my hand to the back on his thigh and yank him forward into my mouth.

'Oh Jesus, Louis!' he barks.

I can feel him brushing the back of my throat, and it takes every effort not to retch at the invasion. He feels so thick in my mouth. I start to retreat, but he knocks the wind out of me by thrusting back in, robbing me of breath. His fingers curl in my hair as he slowly withdraws and drives forward again, letting out a long moan of pure pleasure. Any illusion I was under of me being in control are long forgotten. He knows what he wants and how he wants it. Yet again, he has the power.

'You have a fucking incredible mouth, Louis.' He surges forward again, holding me in place with his strong hands, but calmly caressing and stroking my hair at the same time. 'I've wanted to fuck it since I laid eyes on you.'

I'm not sure if I should be offended or delighted by that statement. So, instead of pondering it, I un-sheath my teeth and drag them over his taut skin as he withdraws.

'Christ, Louis. Take it deep.' he shouts, powering forward again. 'Relax your jaw.'

I close my eyes and absorb his assault on my mouth. If it wasn't so damn erotic, it would be pretty brutal. He's aggressive with his power but tender with his hands. He's in complete control.

After a few more incredible strikes, I feel him swell and pulsate in my mouth. I know he's tipping the edge. One of his hands moves from my head to the base on his length, and he withdraws slightly, taking a firm grip, working back and forth urgently. I circle, lap and suck his swelling head as he sucks in a sharp, short breaths.

'In your mouth, Louis.' he yells, and I take his cue, wrapping my lips around his jerking erection and placing my hand over his as he spills hot, creamy cum into my mouth. I take it – all of it. I swallow around him, glancing up to see his head thrown back as he yells into thin air, a throaty cry of satisfaction. His hips slow their thrusts to a more level, lazy pace as he rides out his climax. I lick and suck the tension away. My debt is settled.

His chest is heaving as he looks down at me with a foggy, green gaze. He bends to drag me up his body, smothering my lips with his in a complete appreciation kiss. 'You're amazing. I'm keeping you forever.' he informs me, showering my face with kisses.

'That's nice to know.' I flip sarcastically.

'Don't try and pull a hurt with me, baby.' He rests his forehead against mine. 'You left me high and dry this morning.' he says quietly.