Feeling his hand clasping one of mine and placing it behind my knee, I follow his lead and grab the other. The faint clickof a bottle cap registers just before cold, gel-covered fingers glide through my crease. Pressure on my opening alerts me only seconds before his thumb breaks through the ring of muscle, slowly pumping inside me.
“Fuck…don’t stop…please.”
When he takes my other ball into his mouth, I choke on a breath throwing my head back as my back arches involuntarily, hands grabbing desperately at the sheets. I forgot how intense it can be having one of your balls in someone's mouth. The mild fear of a scrape of their teeth combines with a desperate need to come, until it's like balancing on the edge of a precipice. Synapses fire back-to-back through my nervous system, rapidly morphing into euphoria, until every inch of my flesh and bones screams with excitement, pleasure, and gratitude.
If my body spontaneously combusted here and now, I’d die perfectly satisfied with the source of my demise.
Chapter Eight
How Could Something So Right Go So Wrong?
Gabe
The extent to which Ender had been visibly shaking from the moment I first touched him, gradually becoming moreextreme, had me almost hesitant to go any further—until he begged me not to stop. The way his body responds to my every touch is stunning, giving me a high like none other. Then he threw his head back with his mouth wide-open, and the last of my control snapped. Fuck holding back.
I sit upright, pushing my index and middle fingers into him at once, scissoring them, while my other hand lazily strokes his cock.
“Ender, look at me.” He doesn’t respond, eyes closed as he pants shallowly for breath. “Ender, I said look at me.” I tighten my grip around his dick and squeeze, pulling my fingers out of him. When his eyes finally meet mine, he looks disoriented. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s wasted, but he didn’t smell like alcohol when I kissed him.
I pause. “Are you okay?”
His lashes flicker, wet with moisture, and he clears his throat. “Yeah, I’m good. Why’d you stop?” Although he’s still a little breathless, he seems more aware than he was a second ago.
Ender doesn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he sits up and crashes his lips into mine, his tongue finding its way into my mouth.
I’m shocked by how strong he is when he suddenly lifts me at the hips, tossing me onto the bed beside him and settling between my legs. He’s about to put my dick in his mouth when I see it finally registers—what he thought was a cock ring earlier. I can’t help but love the reaction it always gets from men.
His big eyes bounce from my dick to my face and back again, and he looks speechless.
“You have a Jacob’s Ladder?”
“You’re very observant.” I laugh at his astonishment.
“Didn’t it fucking hurt?” he asks, investigating it at different angles—tilting his head from side to side. Then he pushes my cock against my stomach and runs his thumbs over the five bars.
“Yes,” I say, caressing his head. I adore this unexpectedly innocent side of him.
With one last glance, Ender licks me from base to tip, then takes my full length into his mouth until his chin is snug against my balls, swallowing around my cockhead. When he slowly rises, his tongue plays with each bar on my underside, getting a feel for them before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking—hard.
“Oh god…fuck.” It feels so good that I have to take a few quick breaths.
His mouth suddenly disappears, and I catch him admiring my piercings once again. He seems fascinated by them—inspecting each one before running the tip of his tongue across them. My breath hitches with every touch.
“You have a beautiful dick,” he says, licking around the head and then down the shaft, giving extra attention to each barbell. With a barely audible whisper, he says to my throbbing cock, “You’re going to feel really good inside me later.”
I moan in appreciation when his warm mouth takes me in again. His hair feels silky between my fingers as he bobs on my cock, sucking me hard and fast. I lean back on one hand while the other tries to direct his rhythm, but he doesn’t let up. The suction on his retraction has to be one of the strongest I’ve experienced—and I’ve had a lot of fucking blowjobs in my life—making my vision sparkle with scattered lights.
“Fuck, that mouth of yours should have its own trademark or something. Shit, Ender, slow down before I come too soon.” I have to force the words out, my scattered thoughts clouding my senses.
“Ender…fuck.” My eyes instinctively shut when I feel my balls tightening, his hair nearly slipping out of my hands as I tug him off my dick before it’s too late. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
I refocus on Ender in front of me, his purple, veiny cock at full mast and demanding attention, his eyes glazed over as he practically gasps for air. It’s like he’s lost in a kind of sexual trance, the new star of every one of my fantasies. Licking his Cupid’s bow, he begins to come out of it.
“I think you can tell how much I enjoy sucking your cock, and I’d love to feel you and those piercings inside me in the very near future,” he purrs. “but right now, I really need to fuck you.” Ender’s words excite and disappoint me all at once—I was looking forward to having my way with his ass first. Fuck, I need to be inside him, but I want his gorgeous cock inside me just as much.
Handing him the lube and condom is all the answer he needs to place his palm on my chest, pecking my lips before gesturing for me to lie down with an uptilted chin and light pressure from his hand.
He doesn’t waste time, squeezing maybe a little too much lube onto his fingers. Don’t get me wrong, more is better, but I think he just used half the bottle in one shot, some of it already dripping to the sheets.
