Smiled like he wanted this, like he didn’t care I was a guy about to suck him.

Did he ever get flustered?

The bastard.

He winked, and I wanted to punch him but kiss him also. Damn him and his unshakeable attitude. He gestured to his still hard cock with his eyes and then back up to me.

I went to bend down, but he shook his head and spread his legs.

Fucking hell.

He wanted me between his legs.

I swallowed hard and then slowly climbed on the bed between his legs. Christ, he looked good on my bed, waiting for me. He winked again and then took another sip of his drink before resting it on the bed in his hand.

Reaching out, I ran my hands up his thighs, surprised to see him shiver. He actually wanted this.

Wanted me.

The knowledge blew me out of the fucking water.

I dipped down, kissed the tip of his dick, and ran my tongue down the outer edge and then back up before gripping the base of his erection and holding it out to myself. I grinned, excited to have him in my mouth again.

I licked around the tip and glanced up to find him watching me, even as he drank from his glass.

Christ, he was hot.

I took him in deep, keeping his gaze, witnessing his eyes heating. “Fuck yeah,” he murmured. I slid my mouth back up and then down again. I removed one hand from gripping his hip and cupped his balls, rolling them gently in my hand.

“Jesus,” he hissed.

I froze when his hand—his fucking hand—reached out to me. To me. He threaded his fingers through the top of my hair and tugged. I moaned around his cock, and he hissed out a breath. I bobbed up and down faster, thrilled he wanted to touch me while I sucked him.

Fuck, I wanted to reach down and rub myself until I came, but he’d probably freak out over it. He could think it was too much. Too real. I wouldn’t risk it even though my body craved its own release.

His balls drew up, and I sucked him over and over. I drew them down with my fingers. His hand tightened even more on my hair, but he let me go at my own pace, didn’t force his dick into my mouth, and I was glad for it because I would come then. I liked it a little rough. I liked to gag and be told what to do.

“Kylo, fuck,” he shouted just before the first drop shot into my mouth. He ground up and released the rest of his load. I took it all, right until the last drop I dragged out of the end with my hand.

He’d never be mine like the way I wanted.

He’d never dominate me.

Fuck.

Why did I have to realize it now?

I sat back on my knees and caught his smile before he took the last sip of his drink. I looked away and went to get off the bed, but my wrist was caught. I didn’t even get to glance back before I was pulled down next to him.