Page 173 of Raw Notes, Rough Nights

I started teasing his cock with my hands and my mouth, making him squirm, watching as he pulled against his restraints. I teased his abs, tickling him.

“Fuck, you didn’t tell me you were going to torture me,” he ground out.

“It’s supposed to be fun,” I said, laughing.

“Not when I’m ticklish, it isn’t.” He squirmed as my fingertips danced over his belly. When I stopped, he shuddered out a sigh of relief, then arched his back when I flicked hisnipples with my tongue. A fresh glint of pre-cum beaded at his slit.

I smiled. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. I could do this for hours, just keeping you right on the edge for me.”

“Moretorture? Wasn’t the tickling enough?”

I said nothing but leaned over to suck his dick, feeling his moans reverberate through him.

“One… two…three…”

I backed off, and kissed him on the lips, sharing the taste of him. Theo responded with a hunger that made my body sing.

“Is everything okay?”

He nodded. “Keep going. I want to get to the finish line.”

I chuckled. “Not yet. I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name —but only when I decide you’ve earned it.”

Theo groaned. “Max would be so fucking proud of you right now.”

I laughed. “High praise indeed.”

I teased his hard-as-fuck cock until he was begging me to let him come. He’d started his countdown maybe four or five times, and each time I’d changed it up, switching to touching and kissing before going back to it, bringing him to the edge again and again.

“Please, Cam, let me come,” he pleaded.

I ignored him and doubled my efforts, stopping only when he reached eight.

“Try again. Beg like you mean it this time. Show me how much you need this.”

“Cameron!” he wailed. “Please.” He started his countdown again, but as he reached seven, he shot hard, his body jolted, his breathing shallow and harsh.

I bent over and licked up every drop, my own dick aching with the need to come. I wrapped my fingers around it and tugged, pulsing onto his chest and spattering his chin and lips.

Theo trembled. “I ruined it.”

No way was I going to let that pass.

I removed the blindfold, then freed his wrists before lying beside him, kissing his lips and face. I smiled. “You didnotruin it. I’m amazed you made it as far as you did.” I slid my arm under his neck and cuddled him, holding him, letting him come down from that incredible high. We lay like that for the longest time, pausing to let him drink from the water bottle by the bed, kissing him, telling him how glorious it had been to watch him, to hear him.

“I thought you’d be angry that I came without permission,” Theo murmured, his body calm in my arms.

I kissed him. “It was our first time doing this, you were excited, and I’m not about to give you a hard time over it.”

He laughed, and the sound was exactly what I needed.

“No, you’ve already given me a hard time.”

I chuckled.

Theo let out a sigh. “I thought giving up control would make me disappear. I thought wanting this meant I was broken.”

I traced slow patterns on his arm. “No, it means you know what makes you feel safe.”