“Feel good, hotshot?” Connor breathes against my ear.
“Yeah.” It really fucking does.
My hips begin to move as my cock wakes back up.
I’ll be damned.
Looking down, I watch as one of Connor’s oily hands dips low, strokes my cock once, dips lower, tugs on my balls, and dips lower still, running two fingers over my asshole, which he can easily reach thanks to how wide he has my legs trapped.
Subconsciously, I try to push my ass toward his hand.
“Good boy,” Connor praises in my ear, and I’m shocked all to hell when my dick darts upright like he’s doing a jumping jack.
Guess I have a praise kink. It would make sense, I suppose.
Wanting to please him and see if I can draw the words from him again, I chase his fingers once more.
“That’s it, baby. You’re gonna be the perfect little slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Hell yes,” I breathe, unsure when this massive role change happened between Connor and me.
“You’re going to let me stuff this pretty hole full of my cum?” One of his fingertips barely gains entry, but it’s enough to make me whimper like a kicked dog.
“Yes. Yes, anything you want.”
“What if I want to spread you wide and watch it drip from your asshole before finger-fucking it back inside?”
“Do it.”
My orgasm is brewing, and I already know it’s going to be unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I feel it everywhere: at the base of my spine, low in my stomach. The bottoms of my fuckingfeetare numb, and my fingers are tingling. Hell, even myhairis sensitive.
“Connor,” I say, not knowing what to ask or tell him.
“I’ve got you,” he reassures me, seemingly aware of what I’m experiencing, but a second later, he moves his legs, freeing mine, and climbs out from behind me. Before I can protest, he walks me through it. “I’m going to catch as much of this as I can in my mouth, but don’t you dare hold back. If I start drowning in cum, you keep on coming until you’re drained of every fucking drop. Understand?”
Holy shit.
I nod.
Connor leans forward and pinches my nipples, still slick with the oil. “Play with these while I’m working.” Then, he’s trailing his hands down my abs and over my thighs from his new position in front of me before settling between my legs and pulling my hard-as-granite cock into his mouth. This time, he sucks in tandem with strokes from his hand, and I’m certain I’m going to come so hard I’ll blow a hole through the back of his skull.
‘Don’t you dare hold back,’ he’d said.
I couldn’t even if I’d wanted to.
The orgasm he pulled from me back in that hotel room wasintense simply because of who he is, where we were, and the risks we were taking. But this? This is a level of sexual skill and knowledge I didn’t even know existed.
“Come on, Vox. Give me what I want,” he says, popping off my dick for the briefest of seconds.
Both of my hands fly to the back of his head, and my hips buck, thrusting my cock into his mouth. He doesn’t gag; he just hums his contentment like this is everything he’s ever wanted.
“Oh, shit, baby. I’m about to…oh, fuck! Oh! Fuck! FUU—” My sentence is cut short when I lose the ability to speak, thanks to the intensity of my orgasm. It feels like my soul is being ripped from my body, and I’m not sure these tremors will ever subside.
It goes on forever.
My left quadriceps is cramping. Every muscle in my body is on fire. My abs have contracted so hard they’ve pulled me into a sit-up, and my fingers are curled so tightly in Connor’s hair, I may be ripping it out. My ears are ringing. I’m sure if my eyes could open, my vision would be blurry. My mouth is hanging open like it can’t believe what’s happening to the rest of my body, and is stuck in a silent scream of pure ecstasy.
I’m still trembling with aftershocks when Connor rolls me over without saying a word. I vaguely remember something about him wanting a mouthful of my cum for something, and I wish I could open my eyes to see it, but my limbs are heavy, and my eyelids are even heavier.
