She nodded. It must be true. Alice would never have considered in a million years letting another person have the control over her that she’d just granted Dylan. She’d not only granted it. She’d loved every second of it.
Holding her stare, he began to unfasten his pants. He jerked his boxer briefs down over his erection along with his trousers. His cock sprung free. She held her breath, enthralled by the vision. Not only his size made her aroused; he was so beautifully shaped, the shaft thick and straight where it rose from his shaved, round balls. The cockhead was a succulence that made her salivate.
He stepped forward, his hand sliding to the back of her head.
“Don’t, Alice,” he said sharply when she strained for him. “It’ll pull your shoulder muscles. I’m going to give it to you. Do you understand?”
She looked up at him, her lips parted. His jaw looked very tight.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth. I don’t want you to move. Do you trust me to do that?”
A ripple of something went through her. Was it trepidation? Or excitement? Talk about being at his mercy. He could hurt her.
Dylan wouldn’t.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He studied her face closely, and then stepped closer. The smooth dense surface of his cockhead brushed against her mouth. A thin stream of pre-ejaculate spread on her lower lip. Her heart leapt in her chest when he cupped the shaft from below.
“Open your lips,” he said.
She parted for him willingly. She’d breathed in the scent of his arousal, caught the hint of it on her tongue. Her fears evaporated under the spell of her hunger. He paused, only the fat tapered head penetrating her mouth.
“Polish it with your tongue,” he demanded.
She followed his instruction eagerly, his taste penetrating her awareness.
“That’s right. Nice and firm,” he praised, and she felt his focus on her from above, the attention thrilling her.
His hand tightened at the back of her head, steadying her.
“I’m only going to subject you to this for a minute or two,” he said thickly. “I’m going to explode in your pussy.” Her eyes sprang wide at that. She tried to look up at his face to read his expression, but couldn’t see him, given their positioning.
Subject her to this?
It sounded like he planned on having his way with her.
A thrill of anxious excitement went through her.
He bent his knees slightly, parting his thighs to steady himself and finding the right angle.
His cock slid across her tongue. She sucked hungrily.
He grunted. “God, your mouth. I’ve been thinking about doing this since the second you squeezed me dry in the stables this afternoon,” he said. His other hand rose to her head, this one cradling her jaw to give her support. He started to pulse in and out of her mouth.
It was horribly exciting. She couldn’t do anything, but be a receptacle of his desire. She was restrained to the stool, and he held her head so that it was unmovable. All she could do to show her desire was form her lips into a tight, clutching ring, massage the bottom of his thrusting cock with her tongue, and suck.
So she sucked for all she was worth.
“Aw Jesus, you really want it, don’t you?” he growled, sounding almost angry. He took his pleasure, flexing his hips and pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. He wasn’t gentle, but he didn’t abuse the situation, either. He penetrated her fast and firm, but shallowly, sparing her throat.
“That’s so fucking good,” he moaned raggedly. “I want to come in your hot mouth again. I want to fuck your sweet little pussy raw, too. Damn you, Alice. I want you everywhere. All the time,” he added darkly, pumping more strenuously.
She found herself wishing he’d go deeper. There was something about him using her for his pleasure that excited her. Maybe because it clearly excited him. His need was naked and raw. She strained against his hold, craning to duck deeper down over his thrusting shaft. She gained a fraction of an inch and felt him thrust into her throat.
He made a wild, rough sound. His hips pulled back, and his swollen cock popped out of the ring of her lips.
“What?” she mumbled dazedly, blinking her eyes open. Her lips felt numb and swollen from squeezing him so relentlessly, but nevertheless, she craved that hard pressure again. Dylan was no longer standing in front of her. She tried to look around to see what he was doing, but then she felt the give on her right foot, and realized he was releasing her from the restraint on the stool. Her left foot gave as well.