Page 64 of Rock Bottom

When he was shaking and whimpering incoherently, I pulled back, replacing my tongue with a spit-slick finger.

Church gasped, his tight heat clenching around the intrusion. I paused, giving him a moment to adjust before slowly pumping my finger in and out. Church's brow furrowed, and he shifted restlessly on the bed, hands fisting the sheets. “Dante, wait.”

I stopped moving, looking up at him with concern. “What is it, kitten? Am I hurting you?”

Church shook his head, cheeks flushed a deep pink. “No, it's not that. It feels good, really good, I just...” He bit his lip, averting his gaze shyly. “I don't know if I'm ready for this yet. The penetration, I mean.”

My heart melted. Slowly, I withdrew my finger and crawled back up Church's body to cup his face tenderly, making him meet my eyes. “Hey, it's okay. You don’t have to explain anything to me. We won’t do anything you're not one hundred percent on board with. I'm sorry. I just got carried away. I didn’t mean to push you.”

Church smiled softly and turned his head to press a kiss to my palm. “You didn't. I want this, want you. I'm just not quite there yet, but that doesn't mean we have to stop altogether.”

“Good point.” I kissed his nose and hopped off the bed. Smirking, I made my way over to the top drawer of his dresser and took out the big wand vibrator, waving it teasingly back and forth. “How do you feel about a little edging session?”

Church’s tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip. “Yes,” he whispered.

I grinned and sauntered back to the bed, twirling the wand in my hand. Church watched me plug it in with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly. I settled between his splayed thighs and turned on the vibrator to its lowest setting. A deep, rumbling hum filled the air like a purr.

“Ready?” I asked, trailing the vibrating head along Church's inner thigh.

He nodded eagerly, hands fisting in the sheets. “Please, Dante...”

I circled the wand around his balls and perineum, teasing, before slowly dragging it up his shaft. When I pressed it to the sensitive vee at the back of his crown, Church let out a guttural moan that left my cock twitching with need. I ignored it in favor of teasing him harder, moving the wand in slow circles around his cockhead, giving it just enough pressure to feel good without ever giving him as much as he craved.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Church chanted, head thrashing on the pillow, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. His neglected cock wept against his stomach, red and swollen and desperate for attention. “I’m close!”

I pulled the vibrator away and he let out the most miserable whine. “Aw, my poor kitten. You need it so badly, don’t you?”

He nodded. The poor man looked so desperate, I almost took pity on him. But he’d agreed to an edging session, and we were just getting started.

I leaned down and licked a slow line up his shaft before taking him into my mouth again. Church cried out, fingers tangling in my hair as I bobbed my head until he warned me again that he was close. Then I let him go with a wet pop, watching as his unsatisfied and swollen cock twitched against his abdomen.

“So close,” I murmured and traced a finger down his length.

“You’re a monster,” he breathed.

“You love it.” I gave his cock a gentle slap, smirking when his eyes rolled back and he bit his bottom lip. “Ready for another round?”

Church nodded, but he had no idea what he was in for. I switched the vibrator back on, but this time I didn’t press it against his cock. I turned it up and pressed it hard against his hole.

Church let out a keening wail. His back bowed off the bed, hands scrabbling at the sheets for purchase as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over him. I watched in awe as his neglected cock twitched, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto his quivering abs. He was so beautiful, so perfect, so utterly wrecked. So mine at that moment. I never wanted it to end.

“Oh god, oh fuck, Dante!” he sobbed, head thrashing on the pillow. “It's too much, I can't…”

“Shh, you're doing so good for me, kitten,” I soothed, pressing a tender kiss to his hip. “You can take it. Just a little longer. Show me how strong you are.”

He whimpered and gritted his teeth, but he nodded and whispered, “Don’t stop.”

I alternated between lightly running the vibrator up his shaft and pressing it firmly against his hole, keeping him on the razor's edge without letting him fall. Church was a writhing, babbling mess, completely lost to pleasure. His whole body trembled and shook, sheened with sweat, his cock an angry purple and leaking so much.

But he didn’t break. He didn’t beg for mercy, didn’t plead for anything except for me not to stop.

I was the one who broke first. How was I supposed to hold out when he was being so damn irresistible?

I took mercy on him and wrapped my lips around the weeping head of his cock, swirling my tongue through the slit to lap up the freely flowing pre-cum. Church let out a broken sob, hands flying to my hair as his hips bucked up involuntarily. I took him deep, relaxing my throat, and hummed around his thick length.

“Fuck, Dante, I’m gonna come.”

I redoubled my efforts, stroking my tongue over his cock as it swelled. Church let out a strangled cry, and he spilled onto my tongue, hands fisted almost painfully in my hair. I swallowed around him eagerly, determined not to let a single drop escape as I worked him through the aftershocks until he was whimpering and pushing at my shoulders from the overstimulation.

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