“Did I already ask you about orgasm control?” he asked, voice lower and huskier than I remembered it from before.
“No.”
“No I didn’t, or no you don’t enjoy it?” Miles lined the head of his cock up with my well-tended hole.
“You didn’t.”
He eased forward, the blunt tip stretching me open as he entered my body with an agonizing slowness.
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Sometimes.”
He pulled back, cock slipping free, and the disappointed noise that left my throat was entirely out of my control. Miles answered that with a smile and a delicate dance of fingertips up the swollen length of my own erection.
“Yes or no,” he reminded me.
It was a loaded question because I didn’t think I’d be able to hold back if he told me not to come, but on the other hand, I was nowhere near ready for the night to be over.
“Yes.”
Miles smirked, a low breath leaving his mouth. Without a word, he lined himself up again, entering me fully with one smooth glide of his hips. He pushed in and fell on top of me, landing with one hand beside my head and the other around my cock, his own length seated firmly and deeply inside of my body. He dragged the tips of our noses together, his cheeks pink even in the darkness of my room. Above me, he trembled, the tension and the vibrations ricocheting through his bones and into my own.
I felt sexier than I ever had, more powerful, more in control, knowing that I was the one who was taking him apart. It was my mouth and my body that had a man like him careening so dangerously close to his own edge. He hovered with his body above mine until his breathing settled, his eyes locking onto mine, the expression laced with the promise of pleasure and destruction all at the same time. It was too much to bear, and I let my eyes close, allowing the feeling of him to wash over me in every way imaginable.
I thought about all the things he’d asked of me. The denial, the spanking, the blindfolding, the choking. I couldn’t think of a single thing—beyond my hard limits—that I wouldn’t let him do to me. Oh, how quickly I’d fallen. From wanting him at arm’s length to wanting his arm inside of me. I shivered, hoping to at least keep my heart out of all the things my body was so interested in feeling.
“If you don’t come in the next minute, you don’t get to come at all.”
My eyes flew open, not certain I’d heard him correctly, but the fire and determination in his eyes indicated I’d heard him just fine.
“What?”
“One minute,” he promised, releasing my cock. He grabbed my thighs, adjusted my body like I weighed nothing, and then he started to fuck.
Immediately, I knew a minute would be forty-five seconds more than I needed. From the first stroke, his cock pushed against my prostate and my body began to tremble with the makings of my long overdue orgasm. Miles was quick to set a punishing pace, every muscle in his body clearly focused on wringing all the cum out of my balls in the most efficient way possible.
“Fuck.” I exhaled the curse, back bowing off the bed. Cum shot out of my dick, splattering against my chest and the bottom of my chin. Even after my balls emptied, my cock continued to pulse, working every drop inside of me out of me.
“God, you’re a good fucking listener, aren’t you?” Miles shifted his position, slowing the pace, but somehow finding a deeper angle to penetrate me. The head of his cock kissed the tight ring of my second hole, and I grunted, not quite ready for that level of intimacy.
“Not so deep,” I rasped, pressing my fingers against his hip to stop his thrust. “Not so deep.”
“Your ass is unreal.” Miles fell forward, my legs sliding up onto his shoulders. He slanted our mouths together, silencing my protests with a kiss. “You’reunreal.”
He punched his hips forward, fucking the breath out of my lungs and taking whatever reply I would have tried to manage with it.
I’d briefly wondered if the fucking was going to be over quickly. If Miles demanding my immediate orgasm was an indicator of how long he’d expected to last, but as he moved me and adjusted me, posing my body to maximize the friction between my well-fucked asshole and the thick width of his dick, I knew that wasn’t the case. Miles was in my bed for the long haul, fucking me slow and steady toward another tsunami of an orgasm.
He kept me on the verge, bringing me to the edge over and over and over, until the sheets were soaked with more than lube, and my body burned hot for all the sweating. Miles didn’t look unaffected, instead his entire body glistened from his exertion, hair matted to his forehead and sweat dripping down his temples as he barreled into me. My headboard crashed against the wall, a loud and steady metronome, at some points the only thing keeping me coherent.
Miles was like a living, breathing, fuck machine. My wildest dreams and worst nightmares all come true simultaneously.
Over an hour later—according to the blurry numbers on my alarm clock—Miles’s pace finally started to falter. He pulled out of me with an aborted grunt and flung me around, flipping me onto all fours like I wasn’t anything heavier than a stuffed animal. We both knew I easily had at least twenty pounds on him, but after the rough fucking he’d given me, probably 206 less bones.
He was still half-dressed, I realized. At some point, he’d discarded his shirt, but his pants were still loose around his knees. There was something indescribably hot about that. Not just the imbalance that existed between his clothing and my nakedness, but the fact he’d fucked me to within an inch of my life without even offering up his full range of mobility. He hadn’t even spanked me, tied me up, restricted me in any way beyond the initial demand of my orgasm. It scared me to think of exactly how much Miles could be capable of if given carte blanche.
He snaked his arm around my front, forearm pressed against my throat as he pulled me up onto my knees. His chest pressed against my back, cock once again teasing at that very deep and rarely touched part of me. I didn’t bother stopping him because he’d listened before and the kiss of him there felt so fucking good. I knew he was close to coming, and I leaned into him, relaxing and bearing down around him.
