It should have felt demeaning or embarrassing but it felt like the exact opposite. I moved my hips from side to side and peered up at him through my lashes as I reached him. I sat on my knees and trailed my fingers up his legs and towards the bulge in his trousers. I ran my fingers over his thick length and he fisted his hands by his side and I knew it was taking all his self-control not to touch me.
I did not look away from him as I undid his zipper and pulled down his pants. I wanted to take back some of the control I had lost when he made me crawl and there was no better way to gain control than to have a man whimpering for more while you sucked him off. Something in me told me that Darius was not the man to beg no matter the situation but I was willing to take the chance.
I pulled his boxers down with his pants and his cock sprung free. My mouth dried up as I took him in. There was no way I was going to be able to fit all of him into my mouth. He was thick and long with angry vei