I held up a hand to indicate I was fine but coughed to get the spunk out of my airway, then took a huge gulp of air, and another, before speaking.
“Take more’n that to kill me, Cap’n.”
My voice sounded ragged, but my cock was hard again, and I gave the length a few strokes.
“You liked that,” Dinesh said, smiling.“I wasn’t too rough?”
“Aye, I did.And no, you weren’t,” I said, wiping my chin with the back of my hand and licking my lips.
Dinesh nodded, then divested himself of the rest of his clothes.
“On the bed.On your back.I want to watch you toss yourself off, if you can.”
“What do you think?”I started to remove my shirt.
He shook his head.“No, leave the shirt on.You look sweet the way you are.”
I grinned.“Don’t I always?”
He laughed.“Yes, I suppose you do.But with that white shirt on and naught else, you look like a profane, strawberry-haired angel.If only I were a painter.”
He sighed, following me to the bed, where I lay on my back, never breaking eye contact.He crawled over me and rucked my shirt tails up to my chest, baring my privates.
“I’d paint you, over and over again, and I’d surround myself with beautiful images of you.”
Such a romantic idea that fair took my breath away.
“Would you?”
He nodded, his gaze washing over me, as if he couldn’t stop looking.I reached up and cupped his chin.
“Thank you for saying so.”
He went down on one elbow, let go of my shirt, and traced his fingers down my belly to my standing cock.
“Or, perhaps, I’d cover your naked body with slick, bright paint and swirl the brush around your cock and bollocks and up and down your shaft, until you exploded in a spatter of colours…”
I whimpered at the thought of what he had described and pushed up into his grip before he let go.
“No, no.You do the job.Wait, I’ll give you some slide.”
He curled himself around and bent over my standing cock, then dripped a huge gob of saliva onto me.
I shuddered and wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking myself as I stared at his dear profile.He hawked up another bit of spit, and then leaned back on his elbow, waving his fingers at me.
“There you are.Let’s see how long this takes.”
“Not…long…” I promised, giving myself quick jerks, grimacing and panting as I worked myself with a viciousness that echoed the way he’d fucked my throat.
“Good lad.That’s a good, good lad…”
Those words.
My breath hitched and my hand stilled as a wave of pleasure washed through me.I cried out as semen surged over my knuckles and kept moving my hand until the feeling waned and my body relaxed.I was startled when Dinesh leaned over and took my cock in his mouth, sucking and teasing me past the point of reason, since now my cock was tender and sensitive.He did like to torture me this way.The intensity and discomfort was joined by some aftershocks of pleasure, so what did I care?
I lay there and suffered for him, knowing his devotion was a thing to be cherished.
He pulled off and blinked at me, his brown eyes dark.
