Then he fully closes his mouth around me and sucks, and I swear I am levitating off the bed. My groans are like shouts. Breathing is downright impossible, and I don’t care if this is how I die. This is a good way to go.
It feels like heaven, but the struggle of keeping myself from coming too soon is almost torture. I’d be humiliated to come so fast, but with the way his mouth is working me over, I don’t knowif I have a choice.
Up until this point, my hands have been clutching the sheets on either side of my body. But as he begins to suck, they fly by instinct to his hair, gripping him at the scalp to hold him in place.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan. Does he have any idea what he’s doing to me? Does he even know how good this feels? Was I this good to him?
“Declan, wait. I’m gonna come,” I moan. His mouth slows, and the sucking relaxes, which is a relief and a disappointment. It gives me a moment to catch my breath, so I don’t suffocate on this bed.
But I don’t release his hair. Instead, I gently stroke the dark-brown locks. His mouth is moving slowly now, running his lips and his tongue along every inch of my cock. I melt into the mattress, savoring the slow, pleasant sensation.
“Goddamn, that feels good,” I whisper. He moans in response as if he’s replying to me. With his free hand, he softly grips my testicles, massaging them gently as he moves his mouth up and down on my shaft.
My head is hung back, my neck extended long as I groan. “You are so fucking good at this,” I mumble. I feel him smile around me. Glancing down, I see his lips—those perfect, full pink lips—wrapped around my cock. I see myself fucking them. My best friend, the man I have loved for four years, is letting me use his mouth. I am more and more convinced that I’ve died and gone to heaven.
No one will ever compare to Declan. And maybe it is because he’s my friend. Maybe it is because I trust him more than anyone. But no one will get this much of me, ever.
“Tell me I’m yours,” I groan without thinking. His mouth stills around my cock, and I grow instantly terrified that I’ve just ruined this. That I made it too personal, too intimate. He’s just my friend. He’s just doing this to return a favor.
But then he pops his mouth off from my cock and grinsslyly up at me. With my balls still in his hand, he says, “Is that what you want, Shelby? You want me to tell you that you belong to me?”
That feeling from last night returns. A calm settles over me as if I’m crawling into the sound of his voice, making myself at home there. His raspy, warm tone tells me that he’s into this. That he’s just as aroused by the idea of ownership as I am.
“Yes,” I reply with a whimper.
“Do you think you’re mine?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly as he strokes my cock with his free hand.
“Good,” he replies with satisfaction that I can hear. Then his hand squeezes my cock on the upstroke. “Because you are mine. All fucking mine. My little fuck toy. This cock is mine, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“And these balls are mine.”
“Yes,” I reply. Then he presses my knees open and slides a finger between the cheeks of my arse as he delicately rims my back entrance. Chills erupt all over my skin, and I nearly come on the spot. His touching me there makes me feel both exposed and eager.
“And this hole is mine, isn’t it?”
My body ignites with heat and desire. “Yes,” I scream.
“You want me to tell you you’re allowed to come now?” he adds.
I bite my bottom lip, nodding my head as I give him an affirmative sound. “Mm-hmm.”
“That’s good,” he mumbles before kissing the tip of my dick. “My good boy.”
I’m going to commit every moment of this to my memory forever. I’ll remember every little thing that was said, the way he feels, the way he sounds, the way the room smells. It is forever mine in my memory.
“You’ve been so good,” he mumbles against my cock. “Sogood and all fucking mine. So be a good boy and come down my throat,” he adds.
I nearly stop breathing again with a loud groan. He wraps his lips around my cock, sucking once more and making my back arch off the bed. He doesn’t hold back this time, and he’s not playing anymore. He’s sending me coursing straight for my own orgasm. Every inch of my body is tingling with pleasure.
And when I do finally come, I’m practically shouting, sweat dripping, heart pounding, and body shaking. It feels like the first time I’ve ever come, and it won’t stop.
Pleasure radiates in pulsing waves over and over and over until it feels like I’ll never recover. My ears are ringing, but in the distance, I hear him moaning as he continues sucking, swallowing down every drop.
I must pass out because the next time I open my eyes, it’s like I’ve woken up in a different room, at a different time, and I’m a different person. I blink my eyes open to find Declan lying on the pillow next to me. He’s staring up at the ceiling with a lazy smile.
