The sight of him all desperate goes right to my balls, and I smirk up at his betrayed face. “I stoppedbecauseyou were about to come.” My tongue stretches out to make the slightest teasing contact with Callum's tip, making him hold his breath. “It's called edging, and you're only gonna nut when I say you can.”
“That sounds so painful and so hot.”
Awesome.“Do you trust me?”
He nods hard. “I’d trust you with anything.”
I dip my head and start sucking his perfect cock again, hiding the blush that I feel in my cheeks. Going all fuzzy over Callum handing his trust over isn't high on the list of dommy activities.
Being a little shit and edging his fucking brains out is.
When he begins to shake again, I slow down and smile around his length. As much as I miss the feeling of his fingers in my hair, hearing his little gasps and moans more than makes up for that.
“You okay?” I ask, pulling back.
“Yeah. God, this feels so good.” Callum’s eyes are rolled back, and his mouth is slack, so I might not have needed to ask in the first place. “I really want to touch you.”
I tut at him. “Hey. I won’t let you come if you stop holding on. Be good.”
“I will. Fuck.”
He swears some more when I go back down on him, and I drink in the sweet sound of Callum’s needy, labored breaths.
“I want to come already,” he groans when I yank myself away again.
“Shut up and stop being greedy.” Yeah, that’s a little mean, but it’s all part of the act.
He lets out a frustrated noise. I flick my eyes up, and the sight of his flushed face silently pleading me to keep going makes me think I'm gonna come hands-free.
I wet my mouth and suck him as deep as I can, making himthrob hard as my lips stretch to their limit, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.
“Please,” he mutters.
“Hmm?” I twist my fist as I bob my mouth back and forth, a little slower than how he likes it.
“Make me come,please—” Callum cuts himself off with a grunt when I clench around his head, and when he pulses against my lips, I don't stop.
Then, when I flick my tongue along that hyper-sensitive ring below his cockhead, he whimpers.
A helpless, full-throated, from-the-stomach whimper.
I've never… Shit, I've never made a guywhimperbefore, and Jesus, I have to hear that again so I can burn the sound into my brain for posterity.
I run my tongue over the same area. Same fucking result, a little quieter this time, but no less intoxicating. Callum shakes too, and I smile around him, savoring the sound of his heavy breaths and the feeling of his cockbeggingme to continue.
I’ve only brought him to the edge five times, and he’s already like this. The possibilities, if he's down for more, are endless.
Humming, I slowly resume my previously scheduled programming and make firm drags along Callum’s length with my lips. He bucks his hips forward within seconds, and I swallow around his climax as he yells and pours his load into me. It’s warm and thick and everything I need.
I savor the way his softening dick still quivers after his orgasm crests, and I bring my right hand down to jerk myself off, keeping Callum in my mouth. My groin burns with need, and it takes under a minute for me to come hard.
Breathless, I pull off and lie on the cool floor, staring up at his flushed torso.
“Can I let go now?” he asks.
“Oh my god, of course,” I reply. “Sorry, I should have?—”
“It’s fine. I liked that you had control.”
