Page 40 of Needing Your Love
Yes,fucking, sir.
“Are your balls tight?”
“Uh huh,” I croaked.
“Pull them down and play with them.”
I hummed, planting my feet on the mattress and widening my shaky legs for better access. “Wish it was your hands on me, Chief. Tugging on my guiche piercing,” I murmured, fingertip flicking over the ring in my taint.
“Christ,” he bit the word out, and I imagined him squeezing his cock to stop himself from shooting before I did. “Suck on your fingers.”
“Oh God.” Heat flushing my body, I did as told, shoving three digits over my tongue and getting them sloppy wet.
“Did you listen like a good boy?”
“Damned right, I did,” I replied, breathless and already smearing saliva over my pucker.
“Slide one in your hole, baby boy. Make yourself feel good but don’t come.”
A low keening noise rose in my chest as I obeyed, but after a single stroke, I added another. “Need more—so much more. Not enough.”
“Jesus, Jimmy.” Sutton groaned in my ear, sending another shockwave of goose bumps over my skin.
“Please,” I whispered, sliding three fingers up my ass, a delicious sting causing my breath to stutter.
“You want to come for me?”
“Yes—fuck, yes. So bad.” I gasped, gliding over my prostate with steady strokes.
“Shoot all the fuck over your abs, Jimmy. Milk yourself dry for me.”
My eyelids flew upward on a gasp, and I watched as spunk laced from my slit clear to my chest. “Ung,” I grunted, gulping and gasping as throbs in my groin sent pulses along my stomach. “Sutton…”
My head spun, lungs desperate for oxygen as I panted and slowly settled, my brain blissed the fuck out and extremities tingling with a glorious afterglow I wanted to last for eternity.
I ran my hands through the warm cum on my torso as a shuddered sigh rippled through my lax body. “That had to be the most satisfying orgasmever.”
“Mmm,” he hummed.
I licked over my dry lower lip, wishing his cum covered my flesh and coated my tongue. “Did you come?”
“No.”
My brow furrowed, elation dimming at his firm tone. “Why not?”
Maybe he was saving his load for my ass. Or perhaps he wanted to make that other wish of mine come true—flood my mouth and stomach.
“Good night, Jimmy.”
“Wait—”
But he was gone.
I flopped back on my bed, scowling as the sweet tingles from seconds before faded into nothingness. “What. The. Actual. Fuck?”
He’d given me a hint of heaven, how delicious we could be together. No way in hell would I let him regret or forget this deviation off whatever straight and narrow path he traveled.
It’s on.
