The directive is gentle, but unmistakably a command.
He faces me and gathers a bit of lube at his fingertips. He’s having a hard time concentrating because I’ve continued to take him apart with my fingers as he works out the logistics of docking me.
His hands shake as he touches our cocks together. He’s so hard that his foreskin is already pulling back, and I bite back a grunt when he stretches it over my sensitive head.
Fucking hot and tight and so silken I want to shout to the rooftops.
I crook my fingers just so.
He curses, my cock slipping away from him.
“Focus,” I demand. “I know you can do this for me.”
He nods, softly grunting with each of my thrusts, finding the rhythm as he touches the heads again. He drags the thin, slick skin over my cockhead, his eyes never leaving mine.
I bite back a whimper.
“Fuck, that’s a real good boy,” I whisper.
The praise glazes his eyes over, causing his hand to stutter.
Breathing heavily, he focuses and strokes us. Once—ah fuck—twice.
“If I keep doing this, I’m gonna come,” he whines, trying so hard to keep it together.
“You will not come until I say so.” I then watch, fascinated and horny, as he tries to pull together the self-control to make my words true.
My own desire screams from every cell in my body with every stretch of foreskin, from the way his cock bumps against mine to how the ridges catch on each other.
Bump.Catch.
Bump.Catch.
He’s driving me insane, and I’m falling harder because of it.
My orgasm is imminent, and not wanting this to end, I withdraw my fingers from his body and fall back, breathing raggedly, barely holding on.
“Sadist,” Maverick accuses, chasing me with a kiss.
“Not quite,” I say, panting as a creamy pearl of precum rolls down his cock. “I just like to draw it out sometimes.”
He gestures at his cum-swollen balls. “Please…please let me come.”
Fixing him with an evil look, I flip him over, face down, the jiggle of his perfect ass nearly enough to take me out.
“Fuck, this ass.”
“Please fuck this ass,” he begs.
I chuckle, parting his cheeks with both hands. His hole, slick with lube, stretched and waiting, is gonna be the death of me.
I need a few seconds to catch up on oxygen.
“Boone.”
Happy to put him out of his misery, I roll my hips forward. The visual of my cock sliding inside him, and the heat and grip of his body… I’m barely holding on.
“That’s right, baby,” I hiss, breathless. “Take it.”
