“Jayce,” I whispered and rocked my hips. He framed my cock with his fingers but didn’t touch my shaft, and I quivered.
“Start jerking off,” he murmured in my ear.
“What?” I asked, not sure I’d heard right.
“Tug it,” he said with a laugh. His hand slipped away, but I shrugged. Who the hell was I to deny the man what he wanted? I whimpered as I made a fist around my leaking dick.
“Not too much. You come, you’re in trouble.”
I shivered, and he laughed. I swore his dick swelled fuller inside me as I carefully began to tease myself. He pulled completely out, and my ass felt awful and empty.
“What are you doing?”
“Keep stroking,” he said softly. “Tell me about it.”
Moaning and then laughing, I eased against the pillow. “It feels good tugging it in your bed, next to you,” I whispered and gave myself a rough squeeze. “You make me feel good.” He nudged at my hole again. “Please, Sir, please.”
“Oh, you’re going to get something good,” he whispered, and the amusement in his voice had my hand stilling. He flipped the blanket down and knocked my hand out of the way, replacing it with his own. He ran his fingers one by one over the precum leaking from me. The bastard tormented the tip, and I gasped as the powerful, almost-too-much sensation shivered through me.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” I whispered into the darkness. He pushed forward, and shock hit my system. He was warm and hard and fuckingbiggersomehow. “What?” I gasped and tried to turn around, but he let go of my dick and slapped my hip. The girth was incredible and ran close to the edge of painful. “What?”
“It’s an enhancer,” he murmured, tone completely self-satisfied. “Never had one before?”
“I… it… what?” I asked. He pushed farther in, and I swore I’d be burping cum like a bad anime if he pumped his load into me, that’s how huge he felt. I clawed at the blankets and gasped, and he continued to jerk me off. When he finally slid deep enough to nudge my prostate, I cried out and clawed at the blankets.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Figured this would feel really good after I already fucked you once. Some guys don’t like the dick sleeves, makes them feel like they’re not enough, but I love this. It feels good on me, and you feel fucking perfect around me. Do you like it?” he growled in my ear. He kept pushing forward, and I sobbed when he ground his groin against my ass. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was a lot. I shuddered, and he held still.
“Jerk off,” he demanded and let go. I whimpered and did as he said, and all I could do was wiggle on him as my asshole spasmed around him.
“How… how big?”
He laughed. “Probably gave myself another two inches. Thought starting small was better.”
“Fuck, that’s small?” I wheezed. “You’re above-average as it is.”
He laughed and rested his free hand on my belly, anchoring me to him. I squeezed on him, wanted him to fuck me, but he didn’t. Every now and then he fluttered his fingers along mine and would tease at the tip of my cock. I rested my head back against his shoulder.
“Sir,” I gasped after what seemed like hours of the wonderful torture. “Sir, can I—”
“No,” he said, resting his hand over mine where it flew along my cock. “Stop.”
I shivered and writhed and gasped, feeling impaled and used. Sweat stung my eyes. He spent some time plucking at my nipples, and the attention zinged pleasure through the root of my cock. Hot precum slid down my shaft.
“You’re fucking luscious,” he said into my ear. “Tug yourself.”
Shaking my head even though I really wanted to, I took myself in hand again and started, this time more urgent from the get-go. It wasn’t long before I was trembling again, my thighs rocks as I strained. My stomach muscles were beginning to ache with how tightly I held myself. He snagged my wrist again, and I fought him this time. He nipped at my ear.
“No. Stop.”
Tears slipped out of my eyes as I lay there in his arms, chest heaving, ass aching, and he went right back to rolling my nipple between his fingers.
“Jayce.”
“Hmm?”
“Please,” I whispered.
