His cock lurched at the idea of having to subdue her. Of pushing her up against the wall and forcing her hands above her head, then pinning her against the hard surface with his body. His cock twitched at the thought of him pressing his groin hard against her, his shaft cushioned against her soft body.

But they had time. He could play out that scenario another time. Maybe in his office.

His cock twitched.

Right now he wanted her focused on his pleasure. On their pleasure. Just as he’d be focused on hers.

“Submissive,” he said.

She smiled, then dropped her gaze to the floor and knelt in front of him. “Whatever you command, sir.”

He didn’t quite know how to start. All he knew was, with her kneeling on the floor in front of him, practically naked, he had to free his throbbing, aching cock from the too-tight confines of his jeans.

He unzipped his pants, then released his hard shaft from the fabric.

“Look at me, Ash.”

*   *   *

Ash raised her gaze to see Adam standing before her, his cock a long, hard spike protruding from his jeans.

“Look at what you’ve done to me.”

His cock was thick and hard, the head large and deep red. It seemed to pulse with life as veins rippled along the length of the shaft. She licked her lips, longing to run her tongue over his hot, hard flesh.

Seeing the invitation in her eyes, he stepped closer.

He rested his hand on the top of her head, then glided down the back. He drew her forward until her lips touched the tip of his cock. She opened. He didn’t push forward, so she licked his tip, tasting the salty drop of precum already oozing from him.

She pressed her lips to him and swirled her tongue over the tip, then widened her mouth around him.

“Oh, God, Ash.” He drew her forward and she took in his whole cockhead, the thick flesh filling her mouth.

She sucked on him, to his groans. His hand stroked over her hair. She moved further forward, taking his cock deeper into her mouth. It was thick and firm between her lips and she dragged her tongue along the smooth skin as she glided forward. Slowly.

She moved forward and back in short strokes, then lengthened them, taking him deeper, then short again.

“Fuck, Ash.” He groaned, his hand tightening on her head. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

His hand tightened on the crown of her head and he guided her, setting a rhythm. His cock slid in and out of her mouth, sending heat throbbing through her. She could feel the slickness between her thighs, readying her for him.