Authors: Tymber Dalton
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Cardinal's Rule (42 page)
His mouth had gone dry, but he nodded.
Mars smiled. “I’m going to suck your cock too, baby. Show you how it should be done. No
woman can suck cock as good as I can. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t ever want pussy again. You’ll beg me to be my full-time bitch.”
Marston guided him over to the bed, where he sat and leaned back, propped on his arms. “Take off your shirt for me.”
Travis pulled it off over his head and dropped it to the floor.
Marston smiled, his lower lip caught under his upper teeth. He let out a low hiss. “Fuckin’
beautiful. Come here.”
Travis nervously stepped forward. The other man’s hands roamed his body, pinching his
nipples, tracing the curve of his flesh, until his fingers stopped over his slacks.
Marston grabbed his crotch and squeezed, prompting a moan from Travis. Yep, he was officially hard now. “Feels like you’ve got a nice cock of your own. You like me touching you, don’t you, baby?”
Travis nodded.
“Say it. I want to hear you say you like it.”
“I like it.”
“You want me to play with your cock, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“You want to suck mine too, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Say it.”
It’s only make-believe.
“I want to suck your cock.”
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby.” He quickly worked on Travis’ belt and slacks until they hung open.
“Take your cock out for me. Show me what you got, I want to see it.”
Fumbling with nervous hands, Travis pulled his stiff member out.
“And look at that.” Marston trailed one finger from the base to the tip. It twitched under his touch. “It’s nice and hard for me. Can’t fake that kind of interest, can you?”
“No.”
“Get out of those pants. I want you naked.” He leaned back, propped on his hands while Travis stripped his pants off. It got easier to ignore the crew as he focused on Marston’s intense gaze.
Marston studied him for a moment before he leaned forward again. He stroked Travis’ sac,
palming it and giving his cock a quick squeeze that prompted another moan from him. “You like that?”
“Yeah.”
“You want more than that, you know what you have to do. Your first lesson on how to suck a
cock starts now.” He leaned back again and pointed at his own pants.
Travis met his gaze. Marston’s eyes flicked down before they returned to him and Travis knew what he wanted. He dropped to his knees between Marston’s legs. With trembling hands, he started unfastening his belt, then his slacks.
“Look at that, you’re a total natural. Knew just what to do. I bet you were made to suck cock, baby.”
He’d gone commando, and the cock he’d seen in the still photos sprang free. He didn’t know
what kind of fabric softener Marston used, but his clothes smelled good. He nervously glanced up at him. Marston tipped his head in a nod.
“Go on, hold it. It’s not going to hurt you. Think about how you like your cock touched and
touch me.”
Okay, he could do that. He gently stroked him, growing bolder as his brain feverishly worked to translate his potential earnings into a substantial breakdown he could focus on to take his mind off what he was doing. Minimum seven grand, over three days, equaled twenty-three hundred a day. If they worked ten hours a day, that was two hundred and thirty-three dollars an hour. Meaning he’d already earned a minimum of twenty dollars just from what he’d done.
He could do this.
It’s only make-believe.
Marston reached out with one hand and cupped the back of his head, gently but insistently. “I want your sweet lips on my cock, baby. Come on, quit teasing me and suck it. I bet you’re a natural.”
Travis picked out individual veins on the man’s shaft. Marston didn’t shave, but he wasn’t very hairy and looked like he trimmed his bush. Travis slowly leaned forward, his eyes focused on the slit at the end of his stiff cock.
“Open wide and suck it. Don’t make me fuck your mouth. I don’t want to be like that with you.
Take it, or I’ll make you earn your money the hard way.”
He tentatively licked the large, purple head, thick, round. It was a hell of a lot larger than the doctor’s finger.
Marston let out a low hiss. “That’s it. You can do it. Suck it.”
He closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around it as Marston’s fingers tightened on the back of his head. His hips thrust forward, working in time with how fast Travis licked and sucked.
“I don’t want to choke you, so you’d better start taking it.” His thrusts grew a little harder, faster, deeper. As Travis grew accustomed to the feel and taste of it in his mouth, he went even deeper without coaxing.
Marston moaned. “Oh, shit. Yeah, baby. That’s it. Perfect. You know you want it.” The pressure of his fingers on his head eased. Marston loosely held his head in place with both hands as he thrust in time with his movements. “That’s it. Take my cock, straight boy. Suck it good. I’m going to make you my bitch, and you’re going to crave sucking cum when I get done with you. I’m going to turn you into an expert at giving head. Maybe rent you out.”
Something flipped inside Travis. He realized the words, knowing it was make-believe, excited him. He could play this role.
Especially with visions of Ben Franklin flapping in his head.
He eagerly went deeper as Marston urged him on, talking filthy to him and honing his own
need. He tasted precum and realized he wanted to make him cum, wanted to swallow it.
That’s when Marston’s fingers grabbed his hair and pulled him off his cock as he laughed.
“Whoa, baby. You’re too eager. Don’t want me to pop yet, do you?”
Travis tried to get back to his cock, making Marston laugh even more. He shoved two fingers
between Travis’ lips. He eagerly sucked as Marston fucked them in and out of his mouth. “That’s it.
You’ll suck anything, won’t you? I knew you were a natural, you just needed the right cock to flip you.
You’re an eager slut now that you know you’re getting fucked.” He pulled him up and kissed him again, then shoved him back onto the bed and stood over him.
As he slowly pulled his shirt off, Travis stared at his body. Not a body builder, but he obviously worked out to keep in shape. He felt wimpy next to him, yet the hard, rigid cock standing straight out from his co-star’s body didn’t seem to mind his slighter frame. He noticed a tribal band tat circling Marston’s left bicep.
Marston kicked off his loafers and shoved his slacks down his legs. “Gorgeous body, kid.” He knelt over him, straddling his head. “Suck my balls. Lick them good.”
Travis did, ignoring the camera now less than a foot from his head. He closed his eyes and
finally settled for planting his hands on Marston’s ass.
Hands stroked through his hair. “You’ve got a good tongue on you, baby.” He rose up, shifted position, then his cock brushed against his lips. “Open up.”
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About the Author
Tymber Dalton (who also writes as Lesli Richardson) lives in southwest Florida with her
husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”), son, and too many dogs. She is a bestselling author in several genres, with over twenty published titles—and counting—to her credit. The author of works such as
The Reluctant Dom
,
Domme by Default
,
Fierce Radiance
,
Out of the Darkness
, and
Trouble
Comes in Threes
, she is happy to know that having a pervy and twisted imagination can lead to something other than incarceration.
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