Page 30 of Resist Me Not
In. Out again. In a little deeper.
Out.
“T-Trey…”
My name spoken so needily is almost as alluring as when Walker calls me Daddy. “Still safe in the dark?”
“Yes, but please, I need to—”
“Not yet. Not that. You are going to forget your own name before I let you come, doctor. Unless you are asking me to stop?”
“No.” Walker’s thighs quake in their effort to keep his ass steady. “Keep going.”
When I get to the point of scissoring deeply inside him with two fingers, and he is rocking back into my thrusts, I withdraw and start over with my thumbs again.
“Please,” he whimpers now. “I don’t want you to stop, but I’ve been good, haven’t I? Please, Daddy… touch me.”
It’s notfuck me, buttouch me, which deserves some reward, given he is being so patient. “Such a good boy…Walker.”Doctorandgood boyroll so similarly off my tongue, but the way I suckle his name with a soft, growly utterance has him canting back harder against my thumbs.
I remove them to reach for the wine glass and take a drink. When I return, I wrap my hand around his cock so suddenly, he yelps.
“Fuck into my hand,” I command. “If you can finish in… thirty seconds, I'll let you come before I fuck you.”
Walker instantly starts thrusting.
“Atmypace.” I squeeze him enough to cease his movements. “Slower. Clock starts now.”
As he begins to thrust again, I lean down to lave over his balls with my wine-soaked tongue.
“Slower.”
His hips stutter, and he slackens his rocking, even though I can tell it is practically torture for him.
“Slower,” I say again and let him feel the naked slide of my cock settling into the crease of his cheeks.
He mewls in agony, shaking as he tries to obey.
“Am I being too cruel? A little faster then. Go on.”
At my benevolent concession, he returns to frantic, so close now, I can sense it. Right on the brink.
“Times up.” I pull my hand away, and Walker trembles and wails with something close to a sob. “Shh. The wait will be worth it.”
“No… please, no more.”
“No?”
“No morewaiting,” Walker corrects and glances over his shoulder, though the tie around his head keeps him in darkness. “Please, let me see you. That’s all I ask… and you can edge me all night if you want until I’m a blubbering mess.”
That is tempting.
But I have a body to dispose of.
“There is one more thing I have been aching to do,” I say.
I drink from the wine glass again. Holding a little in my cheeks, enough to keep some chill, I lave over his balls like before. I lick down his shaft—he’s earned it—and lap at his leaking tip, beneath which I can see the shimmer of the pool beneath him. What I really want, however, is not more of his cock, much as I enjoy it.
I grip his waist, lick along one side of his hip grooves and gently bite the fleshy part of his side.
