Page 28 of Beyond the Summer

"Deeper," I moaned, feeling the pressure build inside me as his lips gripped tighter around my throbbing shaft.Something soft, possibly the back of his throat, bumped the head of my cock.With each descent, his tongue swirled around me, until finally, I felt a tight heat close around me.

He gagged a little, his eyes watering as he pulled back and looked up at me."Am I too big?"I asked.

He shook his head.Instead of stopping, he adjusted his position and forced my cock inside his throat, the muscles constricting and massaging me in ways that made me lose my mind.I knew I couldn't last much longer, his technique pushing me to the brink of ecstasy.

"Fuck, Sutton."I was struggling to maintain eye contact as he choked himself on my cock.It was a beautiful sight, seeing his mouth stretch lewdly around me, his attention completely devoted to sucking my brains out of my body via my dick.I could feel my resolve beginning to crumble under the onslaught of sensations as he forced me deeper, until his lips brushed against the base of my cock.

He moaned, gripping my thighs and holding me there for a moment, his body shaking as his throat worked around my cock, before he pulled back, gasping for breath.

"Look at me," I ordered, my voice shaky with need.Sutton focused for a moment on the head of my cock as his eyes flicked up to meet mine, and the intensity of his gaze was almost too much to bear."Keep your hands where I can see them.You're not allowed to come."

He nodded in agreement, his throat constricting around me once more as he began to slide his head up and down.From his moans, it was clear he was enjoying himself, despite the fact that I'd forbidden him from coming—or maybe because of it.The pleasure coiled tightly within me, threatening to spill over at any moment, and I gripped the arm of the couch as if my life depended on it.

"Fuck, Sutton," I gasped, feeling myself teetering on the edge of orgasm."I'm… I'm so close.I'm gonna nut deep in that slutty throat."

He moaned, only taking me deeper.

Sutton

EveryinchofBen'ssize was a challenge, one that I relished with every fiber of my being.There was something about his girth, the way it stretched my mouth, that brought a twisted satisfaction.I always knew my body was made to worship cock, but somehow it was different with Ben.

I was worshipping all of him, not just his cock.

I took him deeper, my throat accommodating him with practiced ease.There was something about having a man in my throat that felt like the ultimate submission.I was giving everything to his pleasure, even my ability to breathe.It was especially true with someone as big as Ben.And I fucking loved it.

The room filled with the lewd sounds of wet suction, punctuated by my own ragged breathing.My hands, not content to be idle, roamed over his legs, marveling at the strength beneath my touch.But most of all, I was enjoying his cock—the way it filled me up.I was his first, and I was determined to be the best he'd ever have.

"Fuck, Sutton," he groaned, his fingers tangled in my hair, tugging me deeper.It spurred me on, driving me to take him even deeper.My eyes watered as I pushed my limits, but the burn was exquisite—the perfect blend of pleasure and pain that made my own neglected dick throb with need.

As he grabbed my face and started to move, I reveled in the sensation of being filled, the heady feeling of submission that came with each thrust.Each moan from his lips was affirmation—I was exactly where I wanted to be.With each bob of my head, I felt his body tense, his legs quivering like taut strings plucked by my insistent mouth.His hands grew firmer, not guiding but gripping, as if he was holding on for dear life.Every small sound that escaped him was a testament to what my tongue and lips could do.

"Ah, Sutton," he gasped out, hips bucking up into the warm cavern of my mouth."I'm gonna—" The rest of his sentence dissolved into a guttural moan that vibrated through every fiber of my being.

I needed his cum like I needed to breathe, so I doubled down on my efforts, sucking with renewed fervor, determined to milk him dry.

And then it happened.Tension coiled and snapped, sending ripples through his muscular frame as he surrendered to the overwhelming bliss.I swallowed around him, eager to catch every drop of his cum.It was powerful, intoxicating, having someone unravel at your touch.The fact that I couldn't do the same only made it more intense, putting more of my focus on his experiences and his pleasure.

As he started to relax, I didn't pull away.Instead, I lingered, licking him clean with gentle swipes of my tongue, savoring the saltiness on my taste buds, testing to see if he was too sensitive.I held his softening cock gently in my mouth, eyes closed, breathing him in.Right then, I wasn't Sutton Holm, the rugby player with a future carved out by my father's legacy; I was just me.

The brat, the cockslut.The boy who was way too close to falling head over heels in love with Ben Torres.

"Thank you, Sutton," Ben's voice was tender, laced with the satisfaction that I had drawn from him.He stroked my face and hair, making me want to snuggle even closer, nursing gently on his soft cock."You're such a good boy."His words sent a wave of warmth washing over me, filling spaces inside that were too often cold and empty.

I nuzzled his thigh and backed off, licking the last of his cum off my lips as I looked up at him.His eyes were full of heat, and a tenderness that made my heart ache—no one had ever looked at me like that.I was a slut, a piece of meat, to be used and discarded.Ben looked at me like I belonged to him, and it made the frightened boy inside me want to run.

But I couldn't.His edging held me in his thrall.I was still achingly hard, my cock jutting out, begging for attention as I sunk back onto my knees, awaiting his command.Ben stood, kicking his shorts and underwear to the side, and reached down to help me to my feet.He tugged on my hand, holding on as he led me back to the bathroom.He found a packaged toothbrush in a drawer and handed it to me, then headed off to use the toilet.The mundane acts of taking care of our morning routines, brushing our teeth side-by-side, felt domestic and strangely right.

I needed to fucking come.And then I needed to run from him before I ruined his life, too.

"Let's clean up and figure out how to not let you come," he murmured, his voice low and sexy as he nudged me toward the shower.

I blinked."Are you sure we want to do that?"

Ben squeezed my ass and I moaned."You asked to be edged, so I'm edging you."

"Did I ask for it?Are we sure?"I batted my eyelashes at him, and he laughed and turned on the tap.

The hot water cascaded over us, steam fogging the glass as he lathered soap onto his hands.He touched me with such intent, washing away the stickiness of sweat and pre-cum.His fingers traced the lines and planes of muscle in my back, sliding effortlessly down to the curve of my ass.The teasing was exquisite torture, my body taut with anticipation and desire.

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