Embarrassed and feeling more pleasure than he’d ever felt in his life, Sebastian grit his teeth and clenched his fists while his orgasm crashed over him like a tsunami. Viggo kept on sucking, greedy and grunting like an animal in rut, every lap of his tongue sending waves of pleasure cascading through Sebastian’s body.
Viggo drank him down like he was starving, sucking and slurping and turning the blowjob into a messy spectacle.
When it was over, Sebastian felt wrung out and drained, his body twitching with the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had. A few seconds passed, and then the reality that he’d only lasted about ten seconds with Viggo’s mouth on him set in. Turning his head and hiding his face in the mattress, Sebastian tried to tamp down the crushing humiliation rushing through him.
“Let’s just call that one a practice round, all right?” Viggo said, taking Sebastian’s cock in hand once again and tracing the ridge of his glans with the pad of his thumb.
“What?” Sebastian mumbled, lifting his head and looking at the werewolf playing with his spent cock. The touch was painfully intense, but when Sebastian tried to bat his hand away, Viggo grinned and ignored him.
“You didn’t have permission to come, did you?” Viggo pointed out, his voice stern in a way that made Sebastian’s stomach clench with nervous pleasure.
“No.” Sebastian’s answer was barely above a whisper.
“Remember, this time you ask before you shoot your load.”
“What-”
Sebastian didn’t get the rest of his question out before Viggo’s mouth was back on his cock. Spent and over-sensitive, he cried out at the feeling of Viggo’s tongue licking over his shaft, his whole body twitching to get away from the feeling. It was pleasure so intense it circled back to pain, and if Viggo hadn’t been pinning him down, Sebastian would have squirmed away from it.
“I can’t,” he pleaded, pushing and tugging on Viggo’s hair to no avail. “It’s too much.”
Viggo ignored him, sucking and licking his cock with messy abandon, Sebastian’s cries only driving him to suck harder.
Sebastian whimpered, his cock completely soft, feeling like he’d never be hard again. Then a few moments passed, the sensitivity lessening, and all of a sudden the too-much feeling faded and Viggo’s mouth became pure bliss.
“Oh my God,” Sebastian mumbled, trembling from exhaustion and relaxing back into the mattress. “That feels so good.”
Viggo let out a pleased rumble, lifting his mouth off Sebastian’s cock and moving down to suck on his balls. He pulled them into his mouth, rolling them over his tongue, sucking with enough force that Sebastian could feel the tug all the way up in his stomach.
Needing more stimulation, Sebastian reached down to stroke himself, but Viggo caught his wrist in a vice-like grip and pushed his arm down against the mattress. He growled, a primal warning, and Sebastian froze. He could feel his heart beating in his throat, Viggo’s grip on his wrist like solid iron, his cock throbbing with the need forsomethingto touch it.
Viggo released Sebastian’s balls with a wet slurp, but rather than move back up to his cock like Sebastian expected, he grabbed his legs and lifted them, folding Sebastian in half. Knees bracketing his head, his bunched-up jeans pressing down on his face and obscuring his vision, Sebastian felt Viggo rise up behind him.
Bent in half and terribly exposed, Sebastian shuddered at the sensation of Viggo’s breath ghosting over his crack. He whimpered, wishing he could see what Viggo was doing, the sound turning into a moan when Viggo pushed his face into his ass and licked a rough stripe directly over his hole.
Sebastian clenched his teeth, his orgasm building pressure, holding his breath as Viggo pushed his tongue into his ass.
It was the first time Sebastian had ever been rimmed, and if he’d known it felt this good, he would have gotten over his embarrassment and asked one of his previous partners to do it to him sooner.
Viggo’s hands shifted on the back of his thighs, the werewolf adjusting his position so that he was sitting with his legs spread out on either side of Sebastian’s immobilized body. He then moved his hands to Sebastian’s ass, grabbing his cheeks and pulling them apart so that he could lick and burrow his tongue directly into Sebastian’s hole.
He was using his tongue to fuck Sebastian’s hole, pushing in and out and making Sebastian see stars.
“I’m going to come,” Sebastian warned, his gut clenching tight. His thighs trembled, his whole body tense with impending orgasm.
“That’s how you ask permission?” Viggo growled, letting go of Sebastian’s ass and bringing his hand down in a vicious slap.
The sharp sting only added to the pleasure building in Sebastian’s balls.
“Can I come?” Sebastian pleaded, his cock throbbing. His ass burned where Viggo had smacked him, and if the man were to do it again, Sebastian feared he would be pushed over the edge. “Please?”
Viggo hummed, considering.
“If you can come just from me playing with your hole, then go ahead,” he finally said, stroking his finger over Sebastian’s twitching rim. The touch made Sebastian’s breath hitch, his hole clenching as he wished that Viggo would stop teasing and push inside.
Stroking back and forth, using a light touch, Viggo circled Sebastian’s rim with excruciating gentleness. Adding another finger, rubbing up and down with a little more force, he spread the digits apart and leaned forward, spitting into the space between them.
The sound of Viggo gathering his spit and then propelling it out of his mouth in a forceful jet was shockingly loud, and Sebastian flinched at the unexpected impact. He shuddered at the sensation of liquid running down his crack, feeling debauched and filthy.
