Submissive cravings

Chapter 2

~JAIME'S POV~

Vic’s dark chocolate eyes almost popped out. Maybe he was in denial.

“Bossy on the outside, but on the inside you crave being overpowered.” I remarked shooting him a provocative look.

Vic broke eye contact and looked down, his hair barely hiding his features so that I was able to see a little smile flash across his face. Was he shy now? I couldn’t quite tell. His brother was right, he seemed to be a rather complicated guy.

“You are so wrong about me, you really are.” he replied facing me again and bending towards until our lips were almost touching. He tilted his head slightly and reached for my ear. “I don’t like guys any more than I do being overpowered, so you better just quit. Got it?” he bossily continued, proving me right without noticing.

“If that’s the case, why are your legs so firmly crossed, Vic?” I questioned stressing the “V” flirtatiously. “It’s a really uncomfortable position for men, you know…unless they have something to hide, of course.” I wickedly commented, then licked my lower lip.

Until now, he was being a challenge. I wasn’t accustomed to having to seduce people to have my way with them; usually, they were instantly captivated by my appearance and attitude. Nonetheless, I’m not fucking Apollo; I have been rejected by some straight guys and “straight” guys, these last ones being in complete denial of their gay nature.

Vic was different, though…I could tell by his body language that he wanted me, but it was like his brain refused to give in. Anyhow, he hadn’t told me to go away or even motioned to leave. God, he was making me crazy… and horny too.

I let my hand fall on his right tight and tried to set it free from such a tight grip. Vic was staring at me with an uneasy expression. “S-s-s-s..top-p-p it.” he mumbled while trying as hard as he could to keep his tiny legs closed. I almost laughed. His legs were adorable, but seriously, they didn’t stand a chance against my arms strength.

When I finally got it, I wasn’t surprised to see he had a boner.

“Look, I know what you are thinking but…” Vic tried to explain himself. I put my index finger on his lips before he could articulate any more bullshit. It was action time.

After checking there was no one around I got on my knees, placing myself right between Vic’s thin legs, and unbuttoned his skinny jeans. I pulled down his boxers afterwards, setting free his hard member. Vic didn’t oppose much resistance, just like I had planned: a perfectly good sub.

I wasn’t expecting him to be so big though, but that could only be a turn on. I inclined my mouth toward his dick and started sucking him tortuously slow.

~VIC'S POV~

Jaime’s tongue was swirling painfully slow all over my length. I wanted to thrust into his throat but his strong arms held me tight in my place.

“Faster.” I pleaded.

He abruptly stopped and looked at me pitilessly. “You ain’t the one who call the shots honey; I am. So you better keep that nice mouth shut and stop trying to move.” he ordered. ”Unless you are into pain and want me to punish you.” he mischievously suggested.

Punish? Me? Oh god! I have never been into that sort of stuff, yet it sounded appealing when he mentioned it. What the fuck is wrong with me? I might be gay, or bisexual; but I have never bottomed and I certainly have never been turned on by someone threatening to hurt me.

However, in spite of it all, I melted inside when he put his tongue back to work.

This guy was going to be the death of me.

~JAIME'S POV~

Vic couldn’t stay still. At all. Despite my previous warning, he kept on moving and trying to fuck my mouth. I should have punished the little rebel, but to be honest, I didn’t dare stop the moaning mess he had become. It was such a hot spectacle that, at times, it made it difficult to concentrate in what I was doing.

“Oh, oh god, I…I…I’m clos-s-s-se. F…u-uc-c-k!” Vic groaned loudly.

I suddenly stopped and took a closer look at his face, still in my knees. His eyes were closed; he was all sweaty and seem frustrated. “Poor dissatisfied baby” I thought sarcastically. Yeah, I was enjoying this very much.

"Are you close?” I teased Vic.

“Yeah, so goddamn close.” he sighed slightly irritated as he moved his hand to his cock.

“No! I’m the one giving you pleasure now.” I barked, holding his hand down. “All you have to do for me to resume what I was doing is beg.” I demanded.

He remained silent.

“Beg.” I repeated as I blew some hot air over his still hard as rock length.

“Oh…oh Jaime, please, continue. Plea-s-s-se, I need it” he pleaded softly.

“Good boy” I replied with a smirk.

Then, I leaned in to finish what I had started.

I grabbed the base of his dick with my hand and stroked him gently while concentrating on the tip with my mouth. Quickly, his respiration became irregular again and the moaning spectacle was back. Damn, by the forced expression on his face I could tell the little rebel was holding back so I bobbed my head up and down faster, finally deep-throating him. That sent Vic over the edge. He made a high-pitch cry as he vigorously came into my mouth. Relief washed over his face immediately afterwards.

I pulled my head back…the little rebel was so goddamn pretty I couldn’t help but staring at him with a foolish smile in my face.

I sat on the couch again while I waited for Vic to compose himself.