Page 36 of Reckless Obsession

“Open your mouth.”

His voice isn’t cold when he says it. It isn’t mocking either. It’s strained and low, as if he dragged the words out against his will. Like asking this costs him something.

He looks as if he’s one step away from falling.

And it’s because of me.

So I open my mouth slowly, never breaking eye contact.

His tip brushes my tongue first, salty and hot; a shiver rips through me, making a satisfied moan slip free before I can cage it. His eyes flare darker, but I can still feel him fighting, muscles coiled tight, not fully letting go.

I lap slow around the head, then savor the sides of his length, my tongue tracing from base to tip, thick veins pulsing under the drag. Pre-cum hits bitter-sweet on my taste buds, and I swallow it like the last drop in a dying world because I’ve died for this taste a thousand times in dirty fantasies, jerking off to the memory of him stretching me open.

A low groan escapes him, causing his grip in my hair to falter. His hips jerk forward slightly, and I can feel the thread he’s holding onto begin to unravel.

Fuck yes.

Passion ignites, raw and consuming in his eyes, as I swirl slowly around the head, then suck lightly and tease the slit.

His free hand fists at his side, his breath hisses through clenched teeth as I open my mouth wider and take him deeper, inch by thick inch, lips sealing tight around his fat cock.

We both moan at the stretch and obscene fullness of it, and he hits the back of my throat. I shudder hard while he groans deeper, fisting my hair brutally. The sting mixes with his heat in my mouth, making my hips buck as my dick strains in sweet agony against my briefs and jeans.

His cock throbs heavy on my tongue, eyes pinned to mine. I hum low, and the vibration rips a curse from him.

“Fuck this,” he mutters, and I watch all his control crumble, his eyes going feral.

“Open wider,” He orders.

I manage it, even though my mouth is stretched to its limit. His fist yanks my hair viciously, then he pulls out torturously slow, slick wet strands snapping between us. His cock gleams with my saliva, and they drip down my chin in sticky trails.

I gasp for air, but before I can breathe, he slams back into my mouth with deep, brutal force, his cock battering the back of my throat, stretching me wide.

I gag hard, my eyes flooding with tears, but fuck, the burn explodes ecstatic fire through my veins, my cock jerking wildly and leaking desperately in my jeans.

My hands fly to his thick thigh, nails gouging deep into it, bracing for something to hold on to as he ruts like a beast unchained, his hips snapping possessively and claiming every inch of my mouth.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growls, fist holding my hair to control the pace, just enough to make me feel every scorching inch. “Take that dick like you mean it, spitfire. You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you? All that bullshit earlier just to get on your knees for me.”

Oh fuck yes.

I moan around his girth, eyes fluttering as he slams harder into my throat. Each thrust jolts my body, knees scraping the floor, my dick jerking and leaking in my jeans. I choke and take it all, my eyes locked on his wild face, tears blurring the devil in him.

More. More. Give me more.

He yanks out of my mouth with a wet pop, then slaps my cheeks with his dripping cock as saliva and pre-cum smear hot across my skin. Slap. Slap. The lewd sting sends sparks straight to my balls.

“Look at you, Maksim,” he says, staring down at me, voice hoarse and husky. “This what you wanted all along? You want me to ruin your pretty mouth like this?”

“Yes,” I croak, my throat raw and burning. “Ruin me, Tristan, please.”

A slow, dark smirk stretches his lips, then his hands wrap around the back of my nape, the other stays fisted tight in my hair, and he thrusts back into my mouth. Deep, punishing snaps that bottom out in my throat. My body shudders, but I suck harder, greedy for the stretch.

“Look at what a needy, slutty mess you are,” he says huskily, his tone mocking yet appraising, and I buck my hips into the air because goddamn, his filthy mouth will be the death of me.

“Fuck, gonna fill this throat,” he grates, slamming deep then holding a beat to let me choke. “Touch yourself. Rub your cock through your jeans, show me how bad you need it.”

The command ignites me. One hand stays braced on his thigh; the other dives down, palming my bulge roughly through denim. The fabric grates against me like delicious torture.