When I look again, I pay more attention to the details. The front of the lace bulges against his cock and balls, clearly not built for his anatomy. The glistening red tip of his cock peeks through the weave. Since I can’t feel the panties with my hands, I lean down and rub my cheek against the lace. The texture is weird, rough and bumpy. How does it feel on his skin? It certainly hasn’t affected his erection. I brush my lips over the bulge and his cock twitches in response. The panties are wet with his precum, and his thick, musky scent fills my nose.
It’s not a bad look on him, but I don’t think it’s awakened any kinks either. “Honestly? They’re just in my way.” I grab the lace with my teeth and tug until his cock springs free.
I saw him naked in the shower of course. Knew he was bigger than me, longer and thicker. But somehow, having it right in front of my face, I understand why he didn’t fuck me last night.
Can I even take this whole thing inside me?I clench around the vibrator again, suddenly feeling its inadequacy. As if in retaliation, the vibration doubles and a pathetic, strained whimper spills from my lips. My head falls against Euan’s thigh and all I can do for a moment is pant and squirm as I try to adjust to the new sensation. The egg is pressed right up against my prostate, the buzz quick, hard, and relentless.
“Y-yellow.”
The vibration eases immediately, lower than it was before. “Too much?” Euan asks, stroking my head gently.
I relax into the touch, trying to catch my breath. More drool smears my cheek and sticks to the hairs on Euan’s thigh. Once the echoes of the overwhelming buzz fade, I mumble, “A little bit.”
He continues petting me, giving me as much time as I want to recover. I bask in it for another minute before straightening up. My thighs are a sticky mess, my cock so hard it’s almost painful. If he’d let the vibrator continue at that speed for much longer, I definitely would have come.
“You can turn it up,” I tell him.
He maintains eye contact with me as he slowly turns the dial. I nod when he lands on a pace I like, and he stops there.
I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He eases his hips forward, meeting me halfway. We’re both so hot and hard that I don’t think it’ll take long. I measure his shaft with my tongue, licking the whole length, filling my mouth with the taste of him. Then I wrap my lips around him, resting the heavy head on my tongue as I measure the width.
It’s hard to imagine this inside me.
I bob my head down, experimenting, moving slowly as I try to take as much as possible. It’s not as much as I want. I have to pull back up before I gag.
Euan’s hand is on my head again, not pushy or forceful, just there as a guide. Occasionally, he murmurs things like: “Yes, there, you’re so good.”
Every word fans the flames inside me hotter.
The hot length suddenly slides out of my mouth and I whine in protest. Then he rubs the silky head against my cheek and orders, “Close your eyes.”
Knowing what’s coming, I quickly obey. It’s not long before I feel a hot spurt across my face. I keep my mouth open, catching some of the salty cum on my tongue.
“You look so perfect like this.”
For some reason, that’s what pushes me over the edge. My whole body tenses as I finally climax, spilling cum all over the floor. Euan holds me through it, petting my hair and stroking my shoulder. I collapse against his thigh again, staring up at him, dazed. The whole room seems off-kilter, like I’m tumbling off the edge of the world.
I don’t know how much time passes before everything straightens out and I can breathe properly again.
Euan undoes the cuffs and helps me stand up. “Let’s clean up,” he says gently. “Then we can watch a movie for real.”
I’m too loose and exhausted to do anything except follow his suggestions. “It’s never been like that for me before,” I mumble. I can’t even remember the last time sex was anything except a vaguely pleasant chore.
Euan grins like a smug bastard and asks, “So you liked option one?”
It takes me a second to remember what the options were: come once and take a break or come endlessly. I shudder at the thought of option two. If I’d chosen that, I would probably need five business days to recover. “You seem so calm and stoic, but you’re a fucking beast.”
“And you like it.”
That’s the problem. I like it—him—too much.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Euan
An hour later, we lie on the cleaned couch, Alex sprawled limply across my chest. The movie we didn’t watch at all is playing from the beginning in the background. There’s no way Alex has enough energy to walk around a grocery store, so we placed an order for delivery instead, and they should arrive by lunch. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a more perfect morning.
“So,” I begin, idly stroking Alex’s back, “you have a praise kink.”
“Do I?” he asks, sounding startled, like this is news to him even though I started with the most obvious one.
