Page 80 of Whirlwind

He began with that tempting, half-buried cock, running his lips and tongue lightly over the whole thing to see what got a response. Their tip was sensitive, and he moved between the taut tip and the loose, wrinkled skin of the short shaft.

They tried to thrust up into him again, and he gave them a swat on the thigh. “Don’t move.”

Naturally, their response was only to shudder more deeply. So sexy.

With two fingers and his thumb, he gripped around the top and sides of their buried shaft, stroking along the nerves that he now knew where to find. He loved how their cock felt in his hand, full and hard amidst all of that soft, warm flesh.

Dakota was shaking and crying out, trying not to move as he jacked them on just this side of being too rough.

He felt his own blood pound in response. He loved that feeling of power and sensuality that came from making someone else melt in pleasure, and with Dakota it seemed to be amplified. He could get lost in those sounds.

With his mouth, he traced down their slit, from the head of their cock to the inviting pink cavity below, licking up their tangy taste. He dipped his tongue into that tight hole, noticing the irregular flesh inside and the moans it elicited, and then traced the route upward again.

Judging by their reactions, he decided that he might want to lick along the cleft of their shaft when he was teasing, but what they really wanted was his tongue in their hole.

He decided to give it to them, wanting them to know that he was capable of taking them apart.

He offered his hand to Dakota’s mouth to wet. Then, he thrust one exploratory finger inside them, and then a second. He thought that he might be able to feel the end of their tunnel, but he didn’t think that he was pushing too far.

But he definitely needed lube. He grabbed it quickly and returned to his task. Dakota’s inviting hole was slick and pulsing around his fingers.

He could feel every muscle in their belly tense beneath his wrist as he continued to tightly stroke their little cock while finger fucking them to the same rhythm.

“Parker, Sir, please!”

He wasn’t sure what they were begging him for, to stop or continue, but they were exactly where he wanted them. Hopefully, he’d have them so ready that they’d explode as soon as Ben started his turn.

He traced his tongue between and around his two hands. He now wished he hadn’t been so hasty with the lube because he wanted to draw his tongue around the fingers plunging into their cunt the way he was with the hand that was working their cock.

“Please, Sir, please!”

His sweet pet was right there on the edge, crying aloud and shaking with their effort not to move or come. It was just about the sexiest fucking thing he had ever seen. He knew that with just a few more thrusts, another couple rough jerks, they would be coming all over his hands.

God, they felt good under him. So responsive, and yet so pliant, waiting on him for whatever he chose to give.

He wanted to chase that orgasm, to see them fall apart beneath him. But he also wanted to win the contest. He could see the count-down on the phone that Ben had propped up and knew he had only seconds left.

Feeling that they were as frenzied as he could make them without having them come, he gave them a sweet kiss on the lips. And then stopped.