My knees buckled, but Elijah caught me with an arm around my waist. He chuckled but didn’t stop kissing me until we were both breathless.
Strands of saliva trickled down my jaw. “Fuck.”
“Dizzy from just a single kiss?” he asked.
Meekly, I replied, “Yes, sir.”
“You’re sweet, Felix. How about I reward you for your good behavior?”
His hands were already at the waist of my jeans, undoing my button and zipper. The tight coil of arousal in my lower half burned. When Elijah yanked down my briefs and the cold air hit my cock, I gasped.
But his hands didn’t touch it.
“Why?” I asked.
“I already told you, boy,” Elijah said, calm but firm. “If you want something, you have to ask. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” I swallowed the tightness in my throat. “I . . . I want you to touch my cock. Please.”
“That’s not very convincing.”
“Pleasetouch me, I need it!” I cried. “I’ll die without it, sir, please--”
Elijah’s warm hand curled around my aching cock, one finger at a time. When he finally began to stroke me, I groaned loudly, unashamed.
“Good boy,” he murmured. “Keep making those beautiful sounds for me.”
An intense moan tore itself from my throat as Elijah’s fingers tightened in a ring around the base of my cock and pumped upwards. I threw my head back against the wall, letting every wanton noise spill out of me. Being praised by him and touched and dominated in a way I’d never known was making me lose my mind in the best way possible.
I noticed something pressing against my side, then realized it was Elijah’s bulge. I reached for it to touch him in return, but when my fingers brushed the denim, he growled at me.
“Did I say you could touch me, boy?”
“N-no, sir.”
“Then keep your hands to yourself.”
I felt worried that he was genuinely upset with me for acting out of turn, but as soon as my hands fell back to my sides, his snarl melted away into the old satisfied grin he wore earlier. Maybe if I asked nicely, like he’d been instructing me to do, he would let me . . .
“May I touch your cock, sir?” I asked quietly.
“Hm. No. Not right now.” Elijah’s cheek grazed mine and I shivered at the pleasant scratch of his stubble. “But you were a good boy this time, so I’ll reward you.”
His movements sped up. My jaw fell open in a silent cry. My cock throbbed in his grip, achingly hard and desperate for release.
I couldn’t take much more, and Elijah must have felt it, because he leaned in and murmured, “Cum for me.”
That was all it took. I nearly screamed as the orgasm ripped through me. Elijah’s fist cupped the head of my cock so that my entire load spilled into his palm. When it was over, I felt boneless. The only thing stopping me from collapsing to the floor was Elijah’s arm around my waist.
“That was a long one,” he remarked with a satisfied grin. “Did it feel good, boy?”
I groaned. Just hearing him call me that was enough to make me hard again. “Yes. Can I touch you now?” I paused, then remembered to add, “Please?”
Elijah crossed his arms, holding the cum-filled hand upwards so it didn’t spill. The fact that he hadn’t cleaned it off yet made my head spin with arousal.
“Tell me what you want,” Elijah repeated. “Anything.”
My heart pounded.Anything?
