But I don’t. Because whatever he has planned has me quivering in anticipation.
Strong hands massage over my pecs, and over my shoulders, kneading for just a moment, then, they pull me forward.
“Here. You’ll need this.” Willan whispers in the dark and a pillow slides behind my head.
My stomach clenches in anticipation as he rises on his knees and moves off my chest, further up my body. His cock brushesmy cheek, marking me with a trail of pre-cum. Willan finally stops when he’s straddling my face, hips pinning my shoulders again so I can’t yet close the distance and take his balls in my mouth.
Willan must be bracing himself on the headboard above me. I can just make out the shape of him in the dark.
“Think you can keep those teeth to yourself while I fuck that beautiful mouth of yours?” He asks, stroking my cheek, the tenderness at odds with his lewd suggestion.
“Yes.Please.” I beg, craning my neck futilely to reach him.
“Good boy.” The hand caressing my cheek winds its way through my hair, fisting my locks tight against my scalp. “Now open wide.”
Carefully, I wrap my lips over my teeth to protect him from my starving fangs, opening as wide as I can. Willan thrusts inside in one, blissful stroke, groaning loudly as he fills my throat.
“Fuck.yes. Take it.” He withdraws half his length and snaps it back inside, relishing in the soft, wet heat of my mouth.
Finally able to fully use my hands, I grab hold of his ass, encouraging the punishing rhythm as he fucks into me again and again. Saliva spills from my mouth, and tears pool in my eyes, but I push him to go harder until my nose is buried in the nest of hair at the base of his cock, massaging the underside of his cock with my tongue as he drives in and out of me, and squeezing his cheeks in time with his thrusts.
My fangs have pierced my lip, adding blood to the heady mix. It drives me to push further still, swallowing him down as far as I can with each thrust.
Willan’s breath grows short, the thundering of his heartbeat pounding through me. He’s getting close to the edge, the hard length of him getting harder, throbbing on my tongue.
Curses slip between his panting breaths. Profane. Sweet. Barely intelligible. The grip on my scalp is punishing yet tender. My cock slaps against my belly with each erratic jerk of his hips. I’m beyond the need to touch myself now. All there is is Willan, his cock and the orgasm he’s teetering on the brink of. I crave it like it’s my own.
Rather than touch myself, I run my hands over his body. I coast over all the things I wish I could see—up his obliques, and back down the muscles lining his spine, over his flexing, narrow hips and the strained, trembling muscles of his thighs. Returning to cup his ass in my hand, I let my fingers tickle the crease of thighs, and slip between the valley of his cheeks.
“Gods, yes, Nikolo.” He pants when I find his secret—the round silicone base of a plug nestled in his ass.Myplug if I had to guess, even though it’s pretty much his at this point.
Feral pleasure swells in my chest at my find. Tapping against the base of the plug, I haul on his hips with the other, drawing him into my mouth until my nose is crushed against his pelvis. I grunt at the pain and groan around him. I can feel every twitch, every jerk. Even the flow of his blood.
My hunger is overwhelming.
Grabbing hold of the plug's base, I tap and twist and tug. Willan pulls my hair, the sharp tear of his hold imperceptible from the pain of my hunger.
“Nikolo—fuck—don’t—want—to—come.” Willan pants, even as he grinds in circles, pushing me into the pillows he arranged behind me.
Letting him go is agony. But I do it.
He’s not gone for long.
I try to hold on, but I have to let go as he moves back down my body.
He spits, in the dark, and wetness coats my cock. Long, elegant fingers wrap around the base, angling it away from my belly.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day. Waiting for it. For you.” Willan strokes my dick slowly. Reverently. Reawakening my awareness of my body separate from his. I arch my hips into his fist, needing more—needing everything. “Poor baby. So needy. So impatient.” He tsks, his fist circling the head and twisting tightly. My body spasms, my cock throbbing. He spits again, catching it in his stroking hand and dragging it down my length.
Almost entirely blind, entirely stupid with hunger and lust, I almost don’t know what’s happening, until I feel the heat of Willan’s hole as he takes me into him.
“Willan.” I plead, my toes clenching painfully as I try to hold my shit together and not blow immediately.
“Shh, baby. Don’t worry.” Ass on my hips, he strokes both of my cheeks, hands travelling down my neck to plant themselves on my chest. “I’ve got you.”
He rises, almost completely, then sinks down again with a guttural moan. As always, Willan does have me. Completely and totally.
His fingers dig into my pecs as he sets his pace, rising and falling in the perfect rhythm.
