I stroked my cock firmly, watching him.
“I want your mouth on my dick,” I told him. “And I want you to take your time. I’m going to sit here and enjoy it, so don’t rush.”
“Yes, Master,” he said calmly, his eyes never leaving my face.
Shifting my legs wider, I made more space for him. Releasing my cock so he could take over, I closed my eyes and dropped my head back.
The heat of his mouth enveloped me and my stomach muscles tightened. For the longest time, I remained like that, allowing him to suck me, his tongue diligently working over and around my shaft.
As much as I wanted to bend him over and drive my dick deep into his ass, I refrained. The last thing I needed was to lose control once more. Since this was a power play, my way of proving to him and to myself that I could maintain control, I didn’t have any other options.
“Harder,” I urged. “Suck me harder.”
I lifted my head and watched as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking me deep. I slid my hand into his hair.
“All of me,” I commanded, holding his head when he went down on me once more. “Swallow. Let me feel your throat work over my cock head.” I groaned loudly as his throat tightened. I released his head, allowing him a moment to breathe.
“Deep throat me again.”
Troy did the same thing once more, his mouth enveloping my cock, taking me as far as he could until the sensitive head of my dick brushed the back of his throat. He gagged and pulled back but went down again and again.
“Now slow,” I instructed.
He resumed the leisurely pace from before. I felt my insides coiling, my balls tightening. It was the most incredible blow job I’d ever received, and though I never wanted it to end, I knew it had to.
With one hand in his hair, I pulled until my cock was free from his lips.
“Move back,” I instructed.
When he did, I pushed to my feet.
“Now let me fuck your face until I come.”
His dark eyes were peering up at me and I saw something I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen before. Complete and total submission. My chest constricted, a foreign feeling filling the area where my heart beat steadily.
Sliding both hands into his hair, I pulled roughly, bringing his mouth back to my cock. Once I slid inside, I began fucking his face, shoving in deep, fisting his hair firmly while I took every ounce of my pleasure from him. He moaned softly, sending vibrations shooting up my shaft and straight to my balls.
“Fuck.” I tightened my grip. “I’m gonna come in your mouth,” I warned. “Swallow me, Troy. Fucking swallow me.”
I roared my release, my legs trembling as I tried to remain upright.
When I caught my breath, I peered down, fully expecting to see anger or frustration. I damn sure wasn’t prepared to see that same submissive look on Troy’s face.
I knew in that moment, I would have to change my strategy.
Otherwise, I was going to fail all of us.
Troy
WHATEVER WAS GOING ON, I wasn’t sure I liked it.
Then again, the blow job I gave Trent earlier had been rather pleasurable. For me and for him, I could tell.
However, the fact that both of them had abandoned me this morning wasn’t high on my let’s-do-that-again-soon list. In fact, I didn’t care to experience it for as long as I lived. Nor did I look forward to having a conversation with Trent about it. I could tell he hadn’t been happy when I told him how upset Clarissa was. He probably didn’t see the error of his ways because it was simply who he was.
I had no idea where things had gone wrong, either. Last night, the three of us had come together in the most amazing way possible, then this morning, everyone had bolted.
Well, everyone except me.
And now, here I was again, completely alone.
I’d spent the better part of the afternoon here in Master’s apartment twiddling my thumbs and trying to come up with a plan to fix what was broken. Problem was, I didn’t fucking know what was broken!
Good thing was, I had convinced Clarissa to come to the club tonight. Whether or not she actually showed up was another story. I could only hope she did because I was eager to go down to the club and experience it for myself. If she was a no-show, I was sure Master would lose his shit and likely lock me in the apartment for the foreseeable future.
Which would suck ass.
I’d learned quite a bit about myself these past few days. How rewarding it was to submit to someone, how fulfilling it was to be wanted by not just one person but two. Being bisexual did not necessarily mean being with both sexes. It merely meant I was attracted to both and, should things work out, I had a much better chance of ending up happy than a large portion of the world.
