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I’m prepared for another hit, but instead he slips his fingers into my boxers and pinches my engorged bud between them. Hard.
There’s a tell-tale pressure below that warns me of the rising orgasm. One that will crest over if he keeps touching me like this.
I pant into the comforter as Corvin taps his chin on my shoulder.
“Have you thought of a safeword yet?”
“Don’t need it.”
He hums and starts rolling the tip of my cock with his fingertips, causing shivers of pleasure to wrack my body.
“If you come before I tell you, I’ll hold a vibrator to that naughty little dick until you break. How many orgasms do you think you can have before you pass out from overstimulation?”
With how much I’ve been edged today, that answer is going to be a resounding one if I don’t get to come soon.
“Weren’t we talking about oral?”
Corvin chuckles, and the warm, wet feel of his lips travels down my spine. “You’re just so easily distracted. It’s cute.”
“Fuck off,” I grumble, groaning loud when my dick gets another swat. “No one’s ever…” My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton swabs. “Never had someone…”
For half a second the world spins. My ass hits the floor and burns like a motherfucker, but I’m immediately distracted by the towering body above me that pins me down. I open my mouth to ask what the hell he’s doing, but it becomes otherwise occupied by Corvin’s tongue sinking inside.
He kisses like he owns me, like he’s staking a claim. Maybe he is. I should fucking hate it.
But my body melts as he grips a rough hand in my hair and shoves his fingers beneath my underwear. They’re calloused as they work with the distinct intention of making my dick ache with the need to come.
“I’d bury my face between your legs right now, but we haven’t had the STD talk, so I’ll settle for making you cream the old fashioned way. God, come for me, sweetheart. Let it out.”
It’s torture. He knows just the right ways to squeeze and rub my dick. My stomach clenches as the orgasm comes barreling forward, no regard for my desires or the fact that every nerve in my body now feels like a live wire.
Corvin covers the cry that tears out of my throat with his mouth, soaking up every moan and sob as relief and agony roll through me at once.
The high stays clenched tight in my abdomen as his fingers keep playing me like a fiddle. It’s over but it’s not, and I can’t stop the convulsions that start with every touch. One that doesn’t let up.
I break my mouth away and pant into his shoulder. “Stop. Stop it, Corvin. Fuck, please.”
His lips brush my ear, the hand in my hair tightening a painful degree. “‘Please’ is such a pretty word. But it’s not the one I want.”
Oh, fuck him. Fuck him so hard. I’d knee him in the damn crotch if any part of my body still belonged to me.
Goddammit.
I squeeze my eyes closed and fight back the nausea and the pinprick sensations breaking out beneath my skin.
“Starfish,” I gasp, gaining enough strength to smack Corvin’s shoulder as I say it. “Starfish. There’s your fucking safeword.”
The pressure stops in an instant. His hand is gone, and my body falls flat on the floor. I hadn’t even realized I’d bowed, my hips both chasing and running away from his touch. Breathing feels like gasping for breath underwater, but soon a warmth spreads out from my chest, and everything feels easier.
I’m sore. In pain.
But everything is quiet.
Corvin is kneeling above me, and I should be focused on the hard outline in his gray sweats, but instead what I take notice of is the smug, satisfied smirk on his face.
“You look well used.”
I want to flip him off or curse him out, but I’m too damn tired. I close my eyes for a moment, and when I open them, all I see is dark skin and a swaying background.
