Page 73 of Save Me

Micah nods furiously, eyelids fluttering shut.

My mouth is salivating as I feel the outline of his dick. It’s a big dick, and I want to pull it out of his pants completely. Want to strip him naked and make him stroke it while I see if he likes his ass played with.

But I don’t. I just rub, and Micah’s thighs shake as he thrusts up into my touch.

“Micah.” My voice is more throaty than I intend. “I can give you what you need, as long as you give me what I need.”

Micah’s gaze is glassy, and he just nods rapidly. The drunk look he’s giving fills me with a sort of power that makes my head spin. I double down my efforts, pressing his dick into his leg and rubbing him through his clothes. I pick up my speed until he grips my arms, panting.

“I-wait, I…”

I feel him stiffen, and I know he’s about to come. But I don’t stop. I keep the same pressure, and Micah lets out a whimper. Then, his entire body stiffens, and his dick pulses. I grip it so I can feel every pulse and stare at Micah’s eyes. They’re squeezed shut, and his head is thrown back, exposing his neck to me. It’s erotic, but it’s not enough.

As soon as he’s done, I keep going. Micah groans, and I keep stroking him. I want more. I want to see him whimper and cry for me. Want to hear those pretty little sounds. Want him to be at my mercy. Want to see what he does if I ask him to let me have control.

Micah shifts, his oversensitive dick throbbing with the attention I’m giving it. But I chase after him.

“You gonna just give me one, pretty boy?” I’m not sure where that came from, and I quickly follow it up with, “Slut.”

Micah groans, and when I pick up my pace, he starts laughing a little. “That tickles.”

“Good.” With my free hand, I pin his shoulder back against the seat. “Take it like a good little slut.”

Micah bucks once before relaxing into my hold. Although he doesn’t stay that way. He does his best not to fight against me, but the overwhelming sensations of me chasing after his dick are making involuntary twitches happen all over his body. His attempted obedience goes right to my head and my dick, giving me a feeling of control. Safety. I’m throbbing in my pants, on the edge myself.

Then, Micah starts begging. “Please, oh fudge, please, it’s too much.”

“You’re being such a good boy for me.” Fuck it, if he’s going for it, I may as well fully commit to the bit.

Micah whimpers, falling back down into his seat. I pick up the pace, stroking him hard and fast. His dick, which had started to soften, hardens again.

“Maddox–”

“Micah?”

“I–I–”

I grin. My dick is hard as stone, and I might come right here and now with any brush against my pants.

“One more, you can give me one more.”

Micah twitches again. I follow the movement, squeezing the head of his dick through his damp jeans. Micah throws his head back again, and I know I have him. I stroke him until he’s panting and gripping the armrests. Finally, he bursts again, coming with a loud moan.

I stroke him through it before letting go. I let go not because I’m done messing with him, but if I don’t stop, I think I might come in my own pants.

And that can’t happen.

It takes Micah a solid minute to recover, and while he does, I berate myself, my dick so hard it hurts. It hurts, and I want to take it out and jerk off. To spray cum all over Micah’s lap.

Get it together, Maddox! This is the game. Play it.

Micah looks at me with hooded eyes and a soft smile. Then, he blinks. “Oh. Let me get you.”

He reaches over, and I stop his arm like it’s a branding iron. Fear courses through my veins. I want his hand on my dick more than I want my next breath.

“I uh…” I pant. Can’t. Can’t do this. “We should get back.”

Micah’s brows pinch together, and his eyes tighten. Okay, so he wanted that power, and I didn’t give it to him. My heart races, and I feel sick. This is it! This is when he breaks. This is when he shows me who he really is.