His slick fingers returned to my rim, my cock wrapped back up in the snug tightness of his mouth and pulsing against the back of his throat. He dipped inside, teasing my tight walls until he brushed my prostate. My eyes rolled back as I let out a wanton cry, clenching around him.
“Oh god, keep doing that,” I begged hoarsely. “Feels so good, Cupcake.”
It was like mental torture, having to monitor his reactions when I just wanted to bask in the feeling of his beautiful mouth around me. But I couldn’t let him finish like this. I wanted to watch him unravel in front of me, mindless. Like he was making me.
I knew when he was getting close. So was I. Keeping my thumb hovering just over the button on my phone, I let him work himself into a frenzy, his hips jerking and bucking in the air. And just as he was about to hit the crest and get all that gorgeous relief, I snapped it off.
He cried out around me, but I tightened my fingers in his hair and held his head still as I flexed my hips, thrusting into the back of his throat. My balls drew up, aching as I came in thick,hot jets, my hole throbbing around his fingers as he stroked my swollen prostate through it.
“Aspen. Oh, fuck, Aspen.” I couldn’t stop from saying his name as my thighs quivered, the force of the orgasm nearly blacking out my brain after so much buildup. But even with the cruel way I’d blocked him from his own relief, he eagerly slurped up everything I had, coaxing another little spurt out of me, even when I’d thought I was done. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking perfect.”
When I finally dropped back down onto the couch, shivering, he eyed me from between my thighs as my softening cock slipped out of his pretty lips. With my hand still locked in his hair, I pulled him up to me, claiming his mouth in a sloppy kiss that I could still taste my own cum in. I devoured him, licking and sucking and biting until he moaned against my lips, his hands trembling against my chest as he put his weight on me.
“Caelyx.”
“You want to go to the bedroom, Cupcake?” I asked, and he nipped into my lower lip before nodding.
“Please. You’re going to let me come, right?”
I’d never heard him sound so helpless and definitely never so submissive. My exhausted cock gave a futile twitch, and I had to suppress a snort.Down, boy. We have plenty of time.
“As soon as you’re squirming and begging,” I confirmed and he groaned, dropping his head onto my shoulder. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” I promised, and I felt him nod against me. “All you have to do is lie back and let me.”
“Whatever you want,” he said again, and I instantly decided it was my favorite phrase in the entire world.
He lifted himself off me, shedding his clothes and leaving them like a trail of breadcrumbs for me to follow as he headed into my bedroom. At the doorway, he turned to face me, his perfectly toned body flushed and damp.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Caelyx.”
Okay, maybethatwas my new favorite phrase. Either way, my weak legs received a new rush of energy as I bounced up like a spring to follow him.
ASPEN
“CAELYX, PLEASE.”
Iwasn’t sure how many times I’d repeated myself, everything was starting to blend together in my brain, the edges of my vision blurring like an oil painting. I’d lost track of how many times he’d teased me up to the edge of an orgasm, dangling me over a cliff and then yanking me back. Then he’d start all over, kissing and licking and nibbling whatever parts of my body he liked. I couldn’t exactly call it sadistic, because although he was definitely deriving great enjoyment from it all, it was all laced with tender affection and lots of awed praise for the fact that I was actually letting him do this.
But sadistic or not, my body was starting to feel like a raw and exposed wire, or sandpaper doused in gasoline that would catch fire from one tiny spark. I was throbbing all over, my muscles rippling and flexing as I strained toward something he evidently wasn’t ready to let me have yet.
Part of me was ready to bare my teeth and snarl at him to get the hell on with it, but when I thought about how perfectly patient he’d always been with me, waiting for literal months for me to even agree to let him drink a smoothie in my presence, I just couldn’t. Deciding my current strategy wasn’t working, I shifted under him, tugging him up from where he was fucking my bellybutton with his tongue so I could kiss his jaw and neck. He shivered and rutted his hips against me, his stiff dick prodding against the vibrator that blocked him from my swollen, pulsing cock.
“Caelyx,” I purred his name out, sliding my fingers into his hair and stroking his scalp to drag another shudder out of him. Teasing his Adam’s Apple with my tongue, I pressed a kiss there before gliding up to his lips, enticing him. As I’d expected, he groaned, shoving his tongue into my mouth and ravaging it. “Aren’t you tired of teasing me?” I wondered, once he gave me a chance to breathe. “I know how much you love making me come.”
He lifted his head a little, just enough that he could stare down into my eyes, one of his eyebrows cocking up. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you, Cupcake?” He asked, and I felt the vibrator inside me rumble back to life, hard enough to steal my breath.
It wasn’t like it’d been in the coffee shop. He’d messed with the settings until the steady, mechanical buzz had shifted into something much more torturous. It pulsed and throbbed in shifting patterns, all so random that my brain couldn’t keep up or predict what was next. At times, the vibrations seemed to move up the length of it, like a wave. Like a cock driving inside me over and over.
“I can’t believe you’re trying to get out of what I told you that you have to do,” he observed, tsking at me like a disappointed schoolteacher.
“I-I’m not,” I lied, my head falling back onto the pillow as my eyes squeezed closed. My body was on fire, so hyper-sensitive that every touch brought me so much pleasure that it nearly bordered on pain.
“That’s good,” he murmured, dipping down to my nipple. He tugged at the piercing with his teeth, the tip of his tongue flicking over it until my spine was arching off the bed. “Because I’m not giving in until I get what I want.”
He brushed his fingertips up my sides, pushing at my arms so my wrists were crossed over my head, on top of the pillow.When his tongue licked a hot stripe up into my armpit, I jerked and gasped at the odd sensation. The thought of asking why the hell he’d want to taste metherecrossed my mind, but this was Caelyx we were talking about. If it was part of my body, then he wanted to claim it. The sensation was weird, but the rhythmic pulse of the vibrator inside me was hypnotizing me, mixing up all the receptors in my brain so I didn’t know what I was feeling anymore.
I clenched my jaw to prevent the loud moan that was clawing at my throat from bursting out. If I could just be still and be quiet, maybe I could prevent him from knowing when to shut it off again. If he couldn’t tell that I was about to come, then he couldn’t be so brutally precise with it, letting me get so, so close before snatching it away.
But it was absolutely no use. I bit down on all my noises and tensed up my whole body, squeezing my eyes closed as it built up like a flood of molten lava between my thighs. My abdominal muscles tensed once, twice, and I inhaled sharply, so sure that he would slip up this time and let me finish without meaning to. When he cut it off, literal seconds before I could come, I groaned in agony, my hips instinctively bucking up for more friction. My lashes felt wet, which only served to frustrate me more.
