It took all my strength not to throw him across the room as fire bloomed in my chest.
He bit again.
Then licked and soothed.
Slickness pooled at the head of my cock and coated us both.
He rutted faster.
God, he’s so fucking hard.
He bit again.
Lightning arched my back.
His head lowered, and he took my leaky cock in his mouth. No longer gentle, he bobbed and sucked and slurped, until my ecstasy reached the edge.
“Theo, you . . . gotta . . . stop . . .”
He gripped my balls hard, fisting them until the line between pain and pleasure blurred.
Hell, my vision blurred.
Then I felt a finger sneak inside my hole.
Where the hell had that come from?
“Oh, fucking hell!”
My back arched again.
He gagged as my cock slammed into the back of his throat, but he didn’t stop . . . or slow . . . or ease.
He shoved me into him harder and faster, wriggling his evil digit until he found my prostate.
I couldn’t think.
I could barely breathe.
“Theo, I’m so close . . .”
Another finger slid in, slickened by saliva and precum.
I fought to hold back, to save myself, to wait—
“Damn it, I’m coming!”
My body shook as I fought to . . . as I begged for . . . as I shot myself down his throat. One wave, then another. Then another.
Theo didn’t slow. He swallowed and sucked, a hungry beast consuming his prey. All the while, his fingers destroyed me from the inside.
When the last of my load spilled into him, and my breath and heartbeat slowed, he finally let my cock fall free and slowly removed his fingers.
I could barely lift my head to look at him.
An evil, utterly satisfied grin greeted me.
“You’ve got a little . . . right there . . .” I pointed to his chin where some of my cum clung to his stubble.
