“Please don’t stop,” he begs.
His one hand is cradling his balls while the other is holding my rib cage.
It’s hard gauging each thrusts of my hips and I accidentally slip out of him, which has him groaning and me gripping the base of the toy, lining it back up against him and pressing in.
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” he replies in a pant.
I move slowly, watching where I’m entering him, knowing now how far not to go so that I don’t fall out.
“What feels better? Slower or faster?”
“You can go faster,” he tells me and I shift my hips, my ass flexing with each thrust, and the small toy inside of me is hitting a delicious spot. It has me moaning, and that has Ben’s eyes rolling in the back of his head.
“That’s okay?” I check in, knowing that I need this to be good for him, and that he’s been wanting this just as much as I have. I wouldn’t want to hurt him, or for him to not speak up if something didn’t feel right.
“Yeah, it feels so fucking good. You give me just what I need, you’re perfect,” he says, giving me the praise I needed to go faster, the toy moving in and out of him while he holds the base of his cock.
“You’re taking me so well. You needed this, didn’t you?”
“So fucking bad. I don’t think I’m going to last,” he says, his hard cock weeps at the tip as he whimpers with every thrust.
He’s so ridiculously sexy like this I can’t barely handle it.
“Don’t come, not yet,” I tell him, wanting this to last, wanting to remember this moment forever. “I want to watch you longer.”
He nods his head, his abdomen rigid as he holds his breath in and out and I slow down my thrusts, no longer giving him the faster thrusts that had him on the edge of coming.
“Does it feel good, Mr. Carlson? Does it feel like you deserve an A?”
“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers digging into my skin. “Yes. So good. You’re so good to me.”
“That’s right. Are you going to take it deeper for me? If you take it deep, I’ll let you finish.”
“Please, please. Fuck. Please let me come,” he begs and it breaks my resolve.
There’s no way I can edge him any longer.
“Are you going to make a mess for me? You love being my good boy, don’t you?” I ask.
The hardest part is keeping the right rhythm as I thrust in and out of him. Each time I push all the way inside of him, he’s moaning with pleasure. It's fascinating watching the toy slip in and out of him, knowing it’s hitting just the right spot.
I slide my hand from his quaking thigh and slowly stroke his cock.
It has his hand slipping away from his sac, tangling in the sheets as his abdomen flexes and softer, sexy whimpers slip out of his mouth.
“You’re taking it so good, baby.” I thrust a little harder, letting the toy go deeper and drag against his prostate with each thrust. “Come for me.”
His grip on my ribcage is tight, but welcome, as he tosses his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing with pleasure.
Harsh breaths slip in and out of his nose as his lips part. His thighs are shaking and his stomach is taut.
My fist is stroking him and my thrusts are uncoordinated, but it’s hard to focus when all I want to do is watch him fall apart, knowing that I’m the one making those soft slips of euphoria fall out of his mouth.
Me. Only me.
The toy inside of me feels good, but it’s not enough to make me come. It doesn’t matter though, because watching him tipping over the peak of his orgasm is all I need.
