Page 6 of Never Forget

I feel rather than hear the growl of appreciation that rumbles out of Scott’s chest as he moves us several steps backwards, then spins me around. I’m disoriented until my back hits a wall.

With one hand pressed against my chest to keep me pinned to the wall, the other moves down to my fly and releases the pressure containing my cock. My jeans are opened and pushed down just below my balls. It’s a little uncomfortable but the sting of pain helps me not blow my load before he even touches me.

Scott’s thick fingers push into my mouth, two, then four, rubbing over my tongue and pushing into the back of my throat. I gag and moan while saliva builds up and pours out the edges of my lips and down the sides of my face. He fucks my mouth like it’s my ass, and suddenly I’ve never wanted someone inside me as much as I want him right now. I‘ve trusted very few people to top me, but I think I’d let this stranger do anything he wants to me.

He pulls his fingers from my mouth and commands me to spit. I obey and hear him do the same.

When his large, hot, spit-slicked hand wraps around me, I almost wail from the intense pleasure-pain combo of his tight grip on my over-sensitive cock.

“Let me hear it again,” Scott says gruffly. “It’s so fucking hot when you beg me.”

I moan, but it’s not enough. Scott demands to hear my words.

“You don’t get to come until I let you. So be good and tell me what I want to hear, or I’ll play with you like a toy until you’re so desperate you won’t care who else hears you beg.”

Lightning zaps down my spine, right to my balls. “Please,” I whisper hoarsely. He groans appreciatively and strokes me in long, slow pulls. My balls are tight, toes curling from the effort of holding on. I’m dizzy from the effort of holding back.

Scott’s words distort until they sound like they’re coming through a tunnel, and all the other sounds in the room are muffled.

“You’re no one and your body belongs to me right now. Such a hot, tight little body, all mine to play with as I please. Nothing but a toy. Isn’t that right?”

I almost choke but can’t get an answer through my tight throat.

Scott’s hand stops working my cock and I let out a loud whine that would mortify me in any other situation, but like he said, I’m not here right now.

I’m nowhere. I’m nobody. I’m nothing but electricity– pain and pleasure and need.

“Answer me, pet. I need to know how much you like me playing with you.”

All I manage is another choked whimper.

“Who are you?” Scott asks firmly.

“N-no one.”

“What are you?”

I hesitate, working what he wants me to say out in my mind. “A toy.”

“Whose toy?”

“Yours,” I croak.

“And what do you want?”

I almost tell him I want to come but I stop myself before I get the words out. “To be your toy. Please don’t stop playing with me,” I say, my voice sounding shaky and desperate.

Scott’s breath fans over my lips. I can feel the heat of his breath mere centimeters away, but he never lowers his mouth to mine. Instead, he breathes in my panting breaths and feeds me his own oxygen as his palm rubs over the tip of my aching cock, collecting the precum dripping from me like a faucet, and resumes pumping my cock with purposeful strokes.

“I want you to count to five out loud, and then you can come.”

“One!” The word flies out of my mouth. Scott chuckles at my eagerness.

“Two.” A long, firm stroke.

“Three.” It’s coming. It’s coming. I can’t hold back.

“Four.” I barely croak the word out, and I’m trembling all over. My orgasm explodes from the base of my spine, and I lurch forward like I’ve been kicked in the stomach.