When he starts going deeper, I’m so on edge that I can already feel my orgasm building, and it takes everything in me not to thrust up, to chase it. “Mike, please.” My voice comes out wrecked. “I need more. I’m close—”
He pulls off completely.
I look down at him, breathing hard, my cock slick and untouched, and he’s looking back up at me with dark eyes and his lips swollen. A small, satisfied expression on his face that makes me need it even more, andhe won’t give it to me.
He brings me to the edge three more times before I’ve had enough.
The third time, I reach down and cover my dick from the torture device that is his mouth. “Okay. Stop. I’m gonna die, please.”
He laughs, that high one that makes my heart flutter, muffled against my leg. “You’re being dramatic.”
“Mike. I am begging you.”
“I know.” He presses a kiss to my thigh, biting at the skin before I push him away. “That’s the point.”
I throw my arm over my face with a groan while he crawls back up my body. I feel him settle over me, his hands bracketing my head, and I move my arm to look at him.
His hair is falling forward, curtains over his eyes, his mouth still curved at the corner. He leans down and kisses me, and I think I like this better.
He pulls back, trailing kisses from my cheek to my ear, where he whispers,“Be a good boy and stay still for me.” And my brain comes to a screeching stop at those words.
I should pull him down. Flip us over. I’m bigger than him, and I’m the one who does the fucking and—
That’s not the point.
The point is, those words have goosebumps covering my body, and my cock leaking more than it ever has, and he sees all of it.“Okay?” He asks, his voice going soft.
I nod quickly, feeling helpless against how much I need him. He kisses me one more time. “Good.”
He reaches between us and lines my cock up with his hole. I don’t even know where the plug went. He must have taken it out at some point. We’ll have to reintroduce that when he’s not putting me inside of him.
He sinks down deliciously slow, making my fingers dig into his hips hard enough to leave marks. Once I’m fully inside, he stays still, breathing through the initial stretch.
He feels so good and, Jesus, it takes everything in me not to move.
I don’t.
I’m being good.
He lifts his hips and drops back down, just once. “Mike, please.”
“Shh.” He rolls his hips, and I almost stop breathing. “Be still.”
“I’m trying—”
“I know.” He does it again. “You’re doing so well.”
I moan, from the praise or the feeling of him around my cock, I have no idea, but I stay still.
For someone who claims he didn’t bottom much before me, he sure knows exactly what he’s doing. And he’s using every bit of that knowledge against me.
My hips move, only a little, chasing more of that feeling.
He stops completely, raising an eyebrow.
“Sorry,” I say, too fast. “I’m sorry. I’ll be still. Please.”
It goes on like that for what seems like forever. Mike taking me apart and then moving away from it right before I get there. I’m sweating all over. My hands are moving from twisting inthe sheets to grabbing at him, back and forth, desperate forsomething.
