Transaction

Hickey

He turned and straddled me, towering over me. He leaned in and kissed me, slowly. I kissed back. He was gentle, and kind, just like with everything else. Part of me yearned to see the other side of him. The way his kinks say he could be. If I had a list of kinks, masochism would be at the top, with embarrassment as a close second. But Devon didn't have to know that. He pulled away from the kiss. I looked up at him.

"You look like you're right where you're supposed to be. Under me." He whispered. His voice had a stern tone I had only heard a few times before. It turned me on.

He began to kiss my neck, and I gasped. He smiled into my neck then continued. "I want to give you a hickey." He mumbled.

"Not anywhere people could see." I responded.

He scanned my body with his eyes. Then, quicker than I could protest, he unbuttoned and pulled off my pants. He got off of me in the process, and was on his knees in front of me. He spread my legs and I let him. He ran his thumb over my inner thigh and I shivered at the touch. "Perfect." He whispered.

He leaned in and began kissing my inner thigh, causing me to instinctively grab his head, my hand grabbing onto his locs. He began leaving a hickey, causing me to moan. He grabbed my opposite thigh as I moaned, gripping me tightly. When he was done, he examined his handiwork, admiring the purple spot, running his thumb over it. He came back up and sat next to me. "Sit on my lap." He demanded.

I obeyed. He pulled me close. "How do you feel now?" He asked.

"Great."

"I'm glad."

"How do you feel?" I asked him.

"Perfect."

He kissed me on the cheek and I leaned against him. I instinctively checked the time. "I gotta go."

He nodded and let go of me. I put my pants back on while blushing heavily.

Once in the car, he drove me home. We talked about work, and how my siblings were doing in school. He rubbed my thigh as he drove, which reminded me of the hickey. When I went quiet, he looked over at my red face. "Remembering already?"

I nodded. He smiled back at me. We arrived at my house. "I hope I can see you tomorrow!" He grinned.

"I actually don't work tomorrow." I responded. I don't work on Thursdays.

"Interesting" was all he said.