Oh that feeling of denial, it certainly didn’t feel nice at first but he’s quick to get over it when he felt his legs quiver each time she touched him.  She was in charge, he’d made it clear and he’d not hesitate to say it aloud.  She wanted to hear him moan, so he moaned, she wanted to feel him shake, he shook, his body was hers to toy with as she pleased, if she wanted him to do that, she’d make him do that.  The way those soft lips glided along his cock, god she was probably the best he’d had…

“I– I will focus.”  He replied with a whimper of a moan as her tongue skillfully flicked at his head, leaving him a quivering mess of pleasured moans and his grip on the sheets only tightened.  "I will hold it until I have permission, mistress.“  He let it slip, he had gotten too into it just like she had apparently.  Danny didn’t have time to think about what he had said too clearly, because before he can really react, he feels her lips wrap around him tightly again, and feels her push past his head.  She’s not going to– is she?  She couldn’t possibly?  Jesus Christ she just took in the entire thing.  There’s no other reaction to have except a moan that would shake the foundation of the house.

Looking down again after having thrown his head back hard one hand goes back up and pushes back the hair from his face, and the sight that greets him is one that nearly sent him over the edge.  Her hair covering one eye, the look she gave him, oh the knowledge that her doing this to him and the noises he made turned her on enough for her hips to be moving like that, and the red lipstick of hers smeared all along the length of his shaft to the base, he felt himself twitch just looking at her down there.  "S-So close, m-may I cum, Brooke?”  He begs, it’s almost torturous to hold back like this, especially with her hand still moving along him at a very steady pace.  He thanks god they’re not at his house anymore, Barry would have kicked the door down and thrown them out onto the street for being so loud.