hands trying to stay on the bedsheets but gravitating towards the head of whoever is pleasuring you with nick or even sub!nick? – 🦋

carisi-dreams:

yeeeeeah girl @amaroforpresident

You lazily mouthed at Nick, taking your time. It was rare that you did this while he was subbing, you preferred to see his face to gauge his mood. Today he seemed in high enough spirits that you had felt like indulging. Him or you it wasn’t quite clear. Nick’s hips were undulating every so often and you pinned them to the bed with one hand as you kept sucking him with the other. In this position leaning over where his body was stretched out on the bed you weren’t going to last too long, but it was great to be able to look at him as you licked up one side before pressing a kiss to the head. He groaned and squeezed his eyes closed before remembering himself.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he panted when they flew back open and you just smirked and swallowed him down again without warning, maintaining eye contact. His hands were fisted in the bed sheets and one lifted as if to reach for you. You pulled off and eyed him sternly, rubbing him with one hand firmly even as you chastised him.

“Uh-uh,” you scolded with a shake of your head. “Hands on the bed or we stop this and I go back to reading a book,” you said firmly and he immediately dropped his hand back to the bed, fingers fising the sheets once more.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologized again. “I just—you feel. Please ma’am. Please, please,” Nick pleaded and he bit his lip as another groan was torn from him as you lapped at the head once more.

“Please what, hmm? You can come whenever you want. You’ve got my mouth on you making you feel good. And you still can’t obey my simple rules? Don’t you want to be good for me?” you asked after you pulled away from him with a messy pop. You laved your tongue on the side of his cock lazily, taking your time to savor the noises you were pulling out of him even as you looked up expectantly for a response.

“I do. I’m sorry. I’ll be good, I promise. I promise. I just need to,” Nick’s fingers twitched again and you could see frustration building up on his face. Reaching up a hand you gently pulled his fingers from where they were tangled in the sheets in order to tangle in yours. You squeezed gently and his face relaxed.

“Thank you. Thank you, ma’am. Thank you,” Nick breathed and you smiled and squeezed his hand again, tracing your thumb over it mindlessly.

“Just wanted to hold my hand. What a sweet boy, my good boy,” you praised and Nick blushed even as a pleased smile came over his face before you swallowed him down once more.