“Yes, what?”
“Y-yes, sir.” The moniker rolled off my tongue with ease, and therightnessof it shocked me. I didn’t have time to think too much about it, though, as The Forgotten had buried his face into the side of my neck. He released a groan that sounded so erotic it should come with a warning label. The man’s hot mouth latched onto the sensitive spot just beneath my earlobe, and he sucked on my skin gently, causing a rush of warmth to grow deep in my belly.
I cried out and arched, cradling his head closer as I completely lost myself in the wave of gooseflesh that his wet kisses were drawing out of me.
“So good for me,” he hummed into my ear, and I shivered. “Take these off, please,” he whispered, plucking at the elastic waistband of myboxers. I scrambled to do as I was told, wiggling out of the cotton shorts and leaning back on my elbows on the bed.
My chest was heaving with each breath, and all I could see was the smudgy silhouette of him towering over me between my knees at the end of the bed.
Again, I couldfeelhis gaze on me, and it was zoned in directly between my legs.
What was I doing!? This wasn’t like me! This was crazy!
“Milo. Focus. Get out of your head.” The command slammed into me with such force that my heart stopped beating. “Show me how well you can listen, sweet boy.”
I nodded, and The Forgotten’s shadow leaned closer. I felt the bed dip as he rested one hand on my hip and hovered, still not touching me at all.
My cock wasthrobbingwith the need to be touched, and his warm breath skated up my shaft as he held himself over me, clearly just allowing himself to enjoy the view.
“You’re so fucking hard, Milo. You really do need to come,” he murmured, and I whined, rolling my hips again, hoping he would take pity on me and finally give me some relief.
I jumped as a hot, wet substance drizzled up my aching shaft, and my brain fully went offline when I realized he’d just dropped a thick line ofspiton me.
“Touch yourself. Rub it in. Get yourself all wet, Milo.”
Like I’d been waiting for the command my whole life, my hand flew to my cock. I didn’t feel shy or embarrassed. I feltdesperateto please him and even more desperate to unleash the hot aching need that was demanding to be released.
He slid up my body as I began to stroke myself, and I felt his breath puff over my lips.
Each glide of my hand was smooth and slick, thanks to the string of saliva he’d dropped on me moments before.
Crap, crap, crap… I was gonna freaking come!
“Slow down, Milo,” he ordered, and I jerked in anguish. His words seemed to have a physical pull on me, and I don’t think I could have disobeyed if I tried.
My strokes immediately slowed down, and a gush of precum oozed out of my tip, making my cock even wetter.
I whimpered as the man above me groaned.
“You leaking for me, baby? Are those little balls of yours nice and full?”
I nodded desperately, unable to form actual words. All I could manage was a kittenish mewl as I struggled against the need to explode all over myself.
“I bet they are. You’ve been so good waiting for me, haven’t you?”
Wh-what?
“Mmm, it’s going to feel so good when I finally let you empty them out,” he purred. He was so close, but so far. I wanted so badly to touch him. The line of space between our bodies felt freakingelectric.My hand stuttered on my cock as I arched toward him in an attempt to get closer.
“Don’t stop. Keep going. I didn’t tell you to stop,” he hummed, his quiet voice full of tender authority. I whimpered and choked on a desperate sob as I forced myself to do what he said.
“You’re getting close,” he observed as a literal tear slid down the side of my face and into the mattress. “Ask me if you can come.”
I gasped, squeezing myself in an effort to stop the overwhelming need to explode everywhere. I hadn’t realized he was going to make me ask permission! What if he said no and I couldn’t help it? What would he do to me?
“P-please, sir. C-come? P-please?”
He hissed through his teeth, another deep, animalistic growl filling the room.
