Page 157 of The 21-Day Boyfriend
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“COME HERE, NEXT to the fireplace,”Eric sits me on the bed, in front of the fire. I hadn’t even realised it was on; he must’ve done that before I woke up. He pushes me back between the pillows, kneeling on the floor.
“What are you…?” He opens my towel, his eyes landing on my still-hard dick.
“I thought I’d made my intentions clear.” He grabs it in his hand and watches it grow at his touch, sliding slowly up and down. “At least you haven’t changed your mind.”
“I always stick to my word.”
Eric smiles, his thumb pressing into my tip as his hand continues to move slowly along my erection.
“Good to know.”
He lets me go and stands up.
“Now where are you…?”
“Don’t be impatient,” he says to me, heading over to the armchair, where he’s left his bag. I hear him rummage around in search of something before coming back over to me and dropping a bottle and a condom on the bed. He kneels down again.
“I always keep my word, too.”
“I never doubted that.”
He grabs my towel and pulls it away, casting it onto the floor. His hand strokes my thigh, then my butt cheek, his fingers sliding close to my opening.
“What are you planning to…?”
He picks up the bottle and squeezes some liquid onto his hand, grabbing my erection with one while the other slides beneath my butt. His fingers play with the most sensitive part of me as his wet lips touch my dick. He slips only the tip into his mouth, his fingers pressing inside me, stripping the oxygen from my chest.
“God… You’re killing me…”
My erection slides into his mouth, his fingers moving slowly and sensually inside me.
“Quick, too.”
His tongue circles my tip, his eyes hooked onto mine.
“I don’t intend to finish you off just yet – not while I’m just getting started.”
I want to swallow down my anxiety, my sighs, but something is blocking my throat.
I plunge into his mouth again, his fingers torturing me; I writhe around on the bed.
“Fuck… Eric, fuck…”
I grab hold of the pillow in a vain attempt to stay anchored to this world; but the moment I feel my dick touch the back of his throat, his rhythm so determined, so consistent, I abandon myself to the mattress, letting Eric take away the few remaining seconds of my life.
I feel his hands on my skin, his mouth making its way to mine, his hot lips on my own, eating me with the same voracity as before. I open my eyes the moment his mouth leaves mine, and Eric lifts himself up, kneeling on the bed beside me, his hard dick in his hand.
“I want to go down on you,” I say.
Eric’s eyes turn into endless black puddles the moment I part my lips and slide him into my mouth. I feel the breath leave his body.
“Like that, Mr. Quinn. God, yes…” His hips push towards me. “God…” Eric fucks my mouth slowly but rhythmically; his breathing is short, his groans melting into the room, his hands playing with my hair. “Sean… Fuck…” I plunge his erection into my mouth, my hands grappling at his arse. “I want to fuck you again…” He lets me breathe for a moment before kissing me again, excited and anxious to have my mouth for himself. “Say yes, Mr. Quinn. Tell me you want me, too.”
“Fuck me again, Eric.”
He lets me go just long enough to find the condom and slip it on. I watch his hands move along his erection, thinking about what happened in the shower, about what’s happening now, in real time, right before our eyes, desire washing over us again and again… My erection tightens between my legs, catching Eric’s eye; he’s ready to finish me off again, with no chance of a resurrection.
