Suits and Scars

Chapter Thirty-Four: Commanding

Declan's Point of View

As if my one word was a command to her, Taylor slowly dropped down to her knees in front of me. Her hands slowly moved from my knees to my thighs the lower she got. I wanted nothing more than to look at my two best friends, just to rub it in their faces, but when Chris looked at Matt Taylor left him high and dry.

I stared down at our beautiful angel as her eyes fluttered. Her hand grasped my thighs as she carefully surrounded my dick with her mouth. Nothing but her breath touched my skin until the tip rubbed the back of her throat. The sensation alone sent a shiver across my skin but the second she tightened her lips and hollowed out her cheeks it felt like she was trying to suck the soul from my body. My head dropped to the back of the couch as I tried to draw in as much air as I could. Instinctively my hands tangled into her hair and she released me with a pop. For a second I was afraid all I was going to get was that little tease but when she looked up at me I wasn't prepared.

"Fuck my mouth, Dec." she commanded. Although her words were demanding, her voice was soft and warm.

I pushed her shoulders back so she was sitting on her heels and then stood in front of her, "Yes ma'am."

She grasped the back of my thighs while I gathered her hair into one hand. She opened her mouth and relaxed her jaw. Honestly, she looked absolutely beautiful. Inch by inch I entered her mouth at an agonizingly slow pace. I could tell this alone was turning Taylor on as she squeezed her thighs together and her saliva coated my dick.

I grabbed her head with both hands and carefully began thrusting into her. When I thought she was comfortable I started moving faster and deeper. When I hit the back of her throat she moaned and I held her there. Taking in all the vibrations of her mouth. Her throat tightened and loosened as she tried to swallow. I looked down at her and noticed tears were starting to prick the corners of her eyes so I tried to pull back out of her.

She held my thighs tight, keeping me where I was. I could feel her trying to relax the back of her throat, fighting against her gag reflex. I groaned at the sensation of her trying to take on more of me before she pulled back gasping for air.

She glanced over her shoulder at the other two men with a smile on her face. When they didn't do anything other than look at her she taunted them, "Just wanted to make sure you were watching what you're missing." She turned back to me and looked at me through her lashes, "Fast and dirty, Mr. Lynch but do not come in my mouth. Do you understand?" I nodded, loving her domination, "Good because I'm already dripping for you and can't wait to ride you until you physically can not resist me any longer."

I grabbed the sides of her head and shoved my dick into her mouth, not waiting for her to be ready this time. I thrusted into her, each time colliding with the back of her throat and pulling back only long enough for her to quickly take a breath. The tears fall from her eyes this time but she didn't force me to stop. I risked glancing over at Chris and Matt as they stay glued to their seats watching everything Teeny and I were doing.

I looked down at Teeny to find her staring back up at me and it would have been enough for me to lose the fight against my orgasm if it weren't for my direct orders. With a deep moan, I pulled out of her mouth and sat back down on the couch. Using my legs as leverage she stood but surprised me when she looked over her shoulder again. Both men were now jerking themselves off as they looked at her.

Her voice was steady and full, "Don't come until he does."

They both nodded and she turned back to me. I chuckled a little, "I don't think they'll have to wait long."

"Sure they will," she retorted, "because you won't... until I do."

I grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of me. "Yes ma'am, but I get control."