Bash’s strokes sped up again, once more bringing Adonis to the brink. “Oh mygod,” he gasped, and when Bash released his cock, Adonis whimpered. “Please,” he begged, “I’m ready to cum.”
Bash shook his head. He was obviously enjoying himself as much as Adonis was. “Not yet. Not until I’m ready.”
“Yes, sir,” Adonis gasped.
“Good,” Bash said, flicking Adonis’s cock. Adonis whimpered. “You’re doing such a good job being patient,” Bash continued. “But you’ll have to wait a little bit longer.”
Adonis whimpered again.
Bash stood and stretched. God, his naked body was perfect. He lazily stroked his cock a few times. Adonis leaned forward as best he could while still tied to the chair, his mouth open.
“Ah, not yet,” Bash said. He reached into the bag he had brought and pulled out a bottle of massage oil. Adonis squirmed in the chair as Bash squirted oil into his hands, rubbed them together to warm it, then moved behind him.
Adonis shuddered when Bash’s oiled hands touched his shoulders. Slowly, Bash began to rub down Adonis’s chest and stomach, gently but firmly massaging his muscles. He played with Adonis’s nipples, squeezing them until they were hard.
Adonis moaned. “Please,” he begged. “Please.”
Bash tsked. “Not yet.”
Again, he knelt in front of Adonis and started working on his cock again. Long, slow strokes, swirling the fingers of one hand around the head of Adonis’s cock while he inserted the middle finger of his other hand into Adonis’s hole.
“Oh,fuck,” Adonis gasped, as Bash began to finger him. He was breathing heavily, his body slick with oil and sweat. Bash’s fingered him steadily, his every jab hitting his prostate and making his cock harder. So hard it almost hurt.
“What do you want?” Bash asked firmly.
“To cum,” Adonis moaned.
Bash smiled. “Not right now. With Damien and your mother.”
“I don’t want to talk about my mother while you’re stroking my cock.”
“Then, with figure skating. Do you want to be in the Olympics?” The speed of his finger in Adonis’s ass quickened, and Adonis arched his back, squirming in his ties, ready to orgasm.
“Yes,” he panted. “I do.”
Bash squeezed Adonis’s balls. “Becauseyouwant to, or because others want you to?”
“Because—” Another whimper as Bash gently played with the head of his cock. “Because I want to.”
Bash reached back into his bag and produced a massage gun. Adonis, already sweating, felt his body temperature practically double. Bash returned to him, turned the massage gun onto a low setting, and gently touched it to Adonis’s cock.
“Ohfuck,” Adonis moaned as Bash used the massage gun on him like a vibrator against his cock. “I’m gonna cum.”
“No, you’re not,” Bash said darkly, taking the massage gun away. “Not until I say you’re ready.”
“Please, please, I’m ready,” Adonis said as Bash touched the massage gun to his hole. “I want to—” All ability to speak left him when Bash took the tip of his cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around his head. “Jesus.”
He was sure he was about to cum in Bash’s mouth, but Bash stopped sucking him just in time. “God, you’re so cute when you’re out of control,” Bash murmured.
Out of control,Adonis thought, a moment of lucidity in the fog of almost-orgasm. What did Anamária always say? What had Damien repeated? What had cost him some points in the Cranberry Cup?
Control.
He was too controlled on the ice. He needed to let go.
Bash’s strokes quickened on Adonis’s cock. “You ready, baby?”
“Fuck yes,” Adonis gasped.
