“New rule, no panties at breakfast,” he commands, before sinking his teeth into the side of my neck.

“Good rule,” I pant, thrusting my hips upward seeking more friction. He lets me have my play, stepping closer to give me support.

“Now, seeing as you came to breakfast with easy access, do you want me to make you come with my mouth or my cock?”

“Mouth,” I answer too quickly, a little too desperately.

Way to play it cool.

“I’ll give you my mouth, darlin’ as soon as you give me yours.” He steps back from me, taking his finger with him.

I turn to face him ready to bargain, but my eyes fall to his cock, standing tall and proud in his boxers.

“You want me to suck you off?” I ask as a new wave of hunger takes over. We didn’t do this last night. In fact, he barely let me touch him.

“I want your mouth on my cock. Yes. Not sure if I’m gonna let you suck it, or if I’m gonna fuck your mouth.” I inhale a startled breath, the thought of him fucking my mouth leaving me wheezing.

“You want me to fuck your face, Kenz?” he asks, seeing my reaction.

I nod, but remember his rule of words. “I think so,” I answer before he can remind me. “Yes, I mean yes.” He smiles a crooked smile before giving me a wink.

Holy shit, can this man ever not be sexy?

“You remembered. Good girl. Now on your knees, darlin’.” I want to argue. I don’t know why. I want to be on my knees, but the defiance in me decides to question him.

“Here?” I ask, looking down at the kitchen floor.

“Here,” is all he says, pushing away any discussion otherwise. I nod and then step forward. My arousal between my legs grows, and for the first time this morning, I regret not putting on panties. The slick wetness slides between my thighs as I step forward and go down on my knees.

Without taking any more instructions, my hands reach for his boxers. Slowly and carefully I pull them down. His cock bounces free and before I can touch him, feel him, his hand fists it.

I look up at him, his gaze burns through me as he strokes himself, each one a sharp, rough caress.

“Is this for me?” I smirk up at him, using the same words he used on me.

“And then some,” he answers, releasing his cock. “Put it in your mouth,” he orders, pushing down on it to line the bulging tip with my lips. The small bar piercing through his head glistens with pre-cum. I want to reach out and lick it, play with it, but I know he’s testing me. Challenging me to push him. Not wanting to disappoint, I lean forward and open my mouth.

My eyes stay on his as he slowly guides himself inside.

“Fucking hell!” He hisses as I mold my lips around his width. A shudder runs through me as I accommodate his size. My arousal grows, sliding between my thighs.

Squeezing my legs together, I focus all my attention on what’s happening in my mouth. The cool bars from both of his piercings glide on my tongue and I take a moment to let my mouth memorize it.

“You control this, Mackenzie.” Beau coaches me, moving his hands to either side of my face. He continues to glide back and forth between my lips. I can’t take him all without needing to gag so he stops short, knowing just how far to push.

“You want to stop this, you stop. Simple,” he reminds me, giving me an out.

“Hmmm,” I acknowledge his words with a slight nod.

“Good girl. Now, I want you to relax your throat. I’m not going to hurt you, but by the time I’m done, you’re gonna take me whole.” He smiles down at me before picking up his pace. I keep my breathing steady through my nose, careful not to lose it. I haven’t given head like this before. Not with someone else in control, that fact alone makes it more erotic.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth is heaven.” His encouragement relaxes me more, a new need taking over. A need to please him. Beau continues to control his strokes, in and out. Deep and precise. His moans grow wilder the faster he pistons his hips. The bar starts to hit the back of my throat, but it’s not uncomfortable. If anything, it ignites me.

Can I come without even being touched?

Not sure it’s possible, I slip my hand between my legs and find my clit. My own touch is electric, consuming as I work myself toward my own release.

“Stop touching,” Beau barks above me, and instantly my fingers freeze.

“Hmm,” I growl back. Frustrated doesn’t begin to describe my feelings. I need this release.

“Not yet, beautiful. Want you to come over my mouth.” His admission soothes me a little, but not much. I purse my lips tighter and relax my throat, with hopes to move this along so I can have the attention I too am craving.

“Fuck, Kenz, gonna come too soon you keep it up.” I suck deeper, wanting it as much as he does. His hands tighten in my hair, pulling my hair in a sharp tug, and for a split second, I tense. The sensation of being trapped between his hands threatens to freak me out, but I force myself to let my fear go. This is Beau, not Chad.

Beau, not missing anything, reads my reaction. He releases my hair instantly and slows, but I don’t want him to end this. I want him to come.

Moving my hands to the thick muscles in his thighs, I pull him back to me, showing him I’m not ending this. He gets the hint and picks up his pace. Careful not to grip my hair again, he fucks my mouth over and over. His groans grow wild, his strokes desperate, until an uninhibited cry of satisfaction fills the kitchen, and warm cum explodes at the back of my throat. My stomach dips, the sounds of his orgasm sends spasms through my pussy. Trying not to focus on the taste, I swallow everything he gives me until his moans of pleasure quieten and he slows his movements. Allowing me to make sure I take everything he offers, he stills briefly before letting his still hard cock fall from my lips. I lean forward and run my tongue over his piercing. I look up under my lashes and watch him draw a sharp breath through his teeth.




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