Page 36 of If Cain Were Able

“Ahh,” he exhales, writhing beneath my touch.

Holding the base of his cock firmly, I swirl my cupped palm over the head of his dick until his whimpers and cries have my own cock stirring again.

When he tries to move out of my hold, I switch the rhythm back to normal stroking. His cock jumps in my hands, telling me he’s teetering on the edge. He’s just not saying anything because he wants to come and he thinks I’ve forgotten how to read his body.

Unfortunately for him, it’s as easy as reading the English language.

Since his cock needs a break and a chance to cool down, I push his thighs wider and drop between his legs, pulling his balls into my mouth one at a time. I feel him pull against the straps with his wrists, but I know they’ll hold tight.

Knots are a specialty of mine, both in the OR and out of it.

“Oh, fuck. Cain, please,” he whimpers above me, making me smile as I suck him harder before gently biting the skin of his sac.

I can’t reach his asshole with my mouth in this position, but my fingers are still drenched in lube, and I rim him with my index and middle fingers while continuing to nibble his balls.

Patrick keeps twisting his hips, and I know he’s seeking friction for his cock against my cheek, but I evade every attempt.

Seeing him this needy has my cock leaking, and I need to be careful as I move around in this position, pressing it against the mattress, or I’ll blow before he does.

“You always ask so nicely when you want something from me,” I tell Patrick, teasing him with the tip of my finger against his hole, applying pressure, then backing off.

Through clenched jaws, he snarks, “Maybe you should try it sometime because you always seem to be an even bigger prick than normal when you want something from me.”

“Do I?” I ask, driving my finger all the way inside his ass.

His back bows off the bed before he tries driving himself forward onto my hand further.

Careful to avoid his prostate, I fuck him with my fingers until I’ve got three worked inside him. The head of his cock is so swollen, the skin stretched so tight, it looks like it might pop any second.

I wrap my mouth around it and feel Patrick’s body shudder in relief.

“Oh, fuck yes. Keep doing that.”

I don’t, of course.

I pop off his dick as soon as I feel it swell ever so slightly.

“You fucking bastard!” Patrick cries, making me chuckle; my exhaustion from the day no longer weighing me down.

“You need something, Kitten?”

“Oh, go to hell, Rosemont,” he fires, forcing a smile across my face.

I edge him twice more. I get him so fucking hard that a slight breeze could set him off. Unfortunately, by now, I’ve lost control, and I fear I’m in the same position.

Quickly undoing the straps at his ankles, I force his knees into his chest, line myself up, and slam into him in one hard thrust, knocking the breath from his lungs. His hole is coated from the excessive lube on my fingers, and the sensation has my balls preparing to unload.

I go completely still in an attempt to stave off my orgasm, but then Patrick opens his fucking mouth.

“Ohmygod, Cain. Please fuck me. No one knows what I need like you do. I’ll do anything. Just move, PLEASE!”

I pull out and drive back in, letting my orgasm consume me. “Shit, I’m gonna come. Fuuuuuuck.”

Unable to hold back, I flood his ass. Angling my hips up, I rail against his prostate until a fountain of cum erupts from his dick, hitting him in the chin, the chest, and pooling on his stomach, all without his cock ever being touched.

His ass spasms through his release, milking every drop from my balls until I’m sensitive as fuck and I pull out of his body.

“Plant your feet on the bed. Keep your knees bent,” I instruct, wanting to see my handiwork.