Page 21 of On Your Knees

More precum leaks from my dick. My stomach clenches, making my sensitive tip rub against my own skin.

Ethan’s nostrils flare. He snaps the book shut and rises from his chair. My skin tightens with goosebumps as he approaches, his eyes burning on me. He’s angry. I couldn’t control myself, couldn’t be still and quiet, and he’s going to punish me. But when I open my mouth, what comes out is not an apology but a soft moan.

Ethan crawls onto the couch between my legs. His hands slide under my thighs right below my bare ass. I gasp at the touch, desperate for it. He can hit me, hurt me, anything as long as he touches me.

He lifts my hips until my shoulders are resting on the back of the couch. My stiff cock is lying against my belly, leaking all over my abs.

Ethan’s right hand leaves my thigh. I watch, simultaneously terrified and captivated, as he reaches for my balls. I shout when he grips them. I almost come. My head slams back. My eyes slam shut. I have never, ever been touched there.

There’s a slow, firm tug that makes my stomach contract. I feel my cock lift, and I open my eyes, staring down my body in shock to see my cock jutting up stiff and flushed, pulled upright by Ethan’s grip on my balls. My tip is flared and glistening with precum. More precum pulses from my slit as Ethan draws closer. Then he opens his mouth, wraps his lips around the head of my cock, and sucks.

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Ethan

Levi cries out sharply as I suck the precum from his tip. His hips jack up, spearing his cock into my mouth.

I brace myself for the familiar surge of dark, ugly feelings. For a second, my anticipation of those feelings distracts me, threatens to drag them up, but Levi moans, and I refocus. I get out of my own head and into his, experiencing his emotions instead of mine.

God, they’re delicious.

He’s nearly out of his head but not so much so that he doesn’t know what’s happening. He’s very aware that his cock is being sucked.

He’s watching me right now, head lifted, stomach contracted. His lips are parted with lust and shock as I draw up to his tip. He mewls and whines when I lick the underside of his cockhead then dab my tongue into his slit. He leaks more for me, so I suck, hard, and his head slams back again. His hips thrust upward.

I have both my hands on his ass now, gripping, squeezing, massaging. He whines and whimpers. It’s so new to him to be touched like this. He has no control over his responses.

I eat them up. I make them my own. I use them to ignore the way my cock is throbbing against the bars of its cage, leaking around the metal.

I swallow around Levi’s cock, eliciting another cry. I hum, knowing how it will vibrate against his dick, which kicks and swells in my mouth. He doesn’t warn me that he’s about to come. I don’t think he knows. I think his body is entirely foreign to him.

I force my thumb between his ass cheeks and push it against his tight hole. The way he thrusts into my mouth makes something ugly flash inside me, and I get so angry that I suck as hard as I can. Levi shouts and jerks against me and floods my mouth with cum.

For one second, my mind goes somewhere else, away, and there’s nothing but white. But Levi’s cries, desperate and shocked and beautiful, pull me back.

I grip his ass as his cock pulses in my mouth, shooting more cum down my throat. My own cock throbs inside its cage with something like an orgasm, though I don’t actually ejaculate. I spasm against Levi as it happens. My thumb pushes slightly into him, and he cries out, shuddering, as the last of his release spills into my mouth.

He stares at me as I lower him. His cheeks are flushed, his lips are parted. There’s still a fog of lust in his blue eyes, but it’s fading fast. He’s shocked. Maybe a little confused. Maybe a little scared.

I think he needs me to talk to him, but I don’t think I can right now. The experience is over, and I can no longer overwrite my emotions with his. My own are boiling up hot and fast, and it’s all I can do to keep them to myself and not push them onto him. It would be so fucking easy. I know exactly how to hurt him right now.

But that’s not what I want. I won’t fucking do it.

So it makes me really goddamn angry that I’m working so fucking hard and Levi’s eyes still skip away from me. His legs try to draw up. I smash his knee down so he can’t do that. His eyes jump back to me.

“I’m sorry,” he says in that breathless tone of his.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” I try to keep the sharpness from my voice, I try to reassure, but his flinch tells me that I’ve failed.

I grit my teeth and try to smother my unwanted emotions. I close my eyes and picture a cold, dark room. In my mind, I kneel on the concrete floor.

“I ruined the picture,” Levi says, making my eyes pop open again.

“You are the picture,” I retort. “There’s no way for you to ruin it. Only I can ruin it.”

I’m ruining it right now. I’m confessing that to him, but he doesn’t understand. His eyes slide away.

He mumbles quietly, “I-I should go.”