“Ah…” I moaned, sitting up, as all I wanted to do was take my own cock and finish his work.
“No, no. Settle down.” He removed his hand from my cock and cupped my nape to hold me in place. “Don’t push or thrust. Keep it right there, and I promise it will be good. What does it feel like?”
“Like I should be fucking blowing. Like my whole body is wanting this, but you’re just not hitting that one spot to finish it.”
He snickered, like he was laughing at me almost, enjoying my pain. But it was so erotic, made me feel so fucking alive.
“I’m just enjoying how good it’s going to feel for you, Pretty Thing. I promise.”
He pushed his fingers farther inside me. I felt the tenderness of what I assumed must be my prostate.
“There you are,” he said, announcing his discovery.
“Ah…ah…”
“I’ve got you, Ty. Don’t worry.”
My body was quivering, as though its only desire, its only command was that we finish this. I’d never withheld anything from myself when I was jerking off, so this experience was agonizing…and yet, so spectacular at the same time.
“Liam, I don’t know if I can—”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Say the words. Tell me you trust me.”
“I trust you, Liam,” I said, feeling another tear rush from my eye and down my cheek.
With that, he pressed his fingers up against my prostate and returned his other hand to my cock, stroking in a corkscrew motion, drawing the cum right from me.
I sealed my eyes shut.
It was as if my body was trying to absorb the blow of this powerful energy moving through me. I called out—no—fucking screamed as my climax forced its way right through me, sending a powerful rush to my fingertips and leaving my thoughts scattered, a swirling sensation racing through my head.
He growled, a sound I was starting to become familiar with, and when I finally opened my eyes, he was crouched beside me, jerking off.
Even though I was still recovering, I had to think fast. I didn’t want the moment to escape us and for me to regret not having acted quickly enough. “Liam, please, I want to do it.”
“Then get on your knees and take it.”
Still wet with my own cum, I practically fell off the bed in my panic to get up.
“Relax,” he said, resting his hand on my shoulder. “I’m saving it for you.”
I took a breath, feeling relieved and kind of silly as he pulled his hand away and allowed me to fill my mouth with him once again. With that dick between my lips, I was confident his joy was mine as much as mine was his.
“Holy fuck, Ty, I love the way you suck dick.”
He’d said my name, but I wanted to hear Pretty Thing again. I was his Pretty Thing. That’s all I fucking wanted to be.
He rested his hands against either side of my head, drawing me on it more and more as I did everything I could to bring him pleasure.
Oh, God, if I could have choked on his cock right then, I would have died a happy man.
And as I heard him moan and felt his dick expand, he drew me farther on his cock still as I felt his cum fill my mouth.
I didn’t suck it right up. I pulled it into my mouth, but I let it stay there, just so I could taste it. Have a moment longer with it. I never wanted to forget the taste or the way he smelled right after he came.
