Page 56 of Sicken of the Calm
“No,” I protest uselessly as helets go of me again, both hand and mouth disappearing from my skin. My dickfalls against my thigh.
I don’t waste any time to get thecharacter back in place. This time, when he orders me to lick his hand, I do soquickly, wanting him back on me. His grip is tight and a little more ruthlesswhen he grips me, even as his pace remains slow. The sound of my breathing seemseven louder than the music from the game. As my character moves, Ezra placessweet, fragile kisses on the nape of my neck, and they are almost moredistracting that the hand on me. His tongue darts out and he hums as if my skinis a delicious pleasure, and for some reason, this is the thing that causes thefall this time.
I huff out a breath as he removeshis hand, but don’t protest this time. I get back into position as quickly as Ican. Those first few pulls of his renewed touch are almost unbearable, as ifthe pause has just made the pleasure sweeter. I breathe through it, though,through the slow, tight pulls on my dick, through the feel of his hand pausingto rub the pad of his thumb against the slit of my dick, wave upon wave ofpleasure. I squirm in his hold, in the cradle of his arms and legs. At least hecan’t get under me, I think; the feel of his fingers inside me would make thisimpossible.
His thumb moves from the slit tothe sensitive skin under the head of my dick, rubbing and pressing, wet from myspit and precum. I can barely see straight through the haze of pleasure, and Idon’t even know how it happens this time, but suddenly the death music is thesoundtrack for the sudden removal of his hand.
“Ezra,” I say, already desperatefor this to end. He winds his arm around my middle, letting me squirm and pantin his hold for a moment before I fall limp. He pets my thigh, right next to myaching dick, and I have to close my eyes for a moment before forcing my handsto move on the controller again.
It happens again, and again, andagain. Frustration mixes with pleasure until I’m desperate and shifting in hishold, trying to concentrate even as my hips thrust up on their own.
Just like last time, the buildingpleasure makes the task more difficult, adding the fear that I will come beforeI climb the wall. The heat of him pressed against me has become almostunbearable. Even through his jeans, I can feel him hard against the small of myback. I can’t help but press against him, and his reward-punishment is asqueeze of his hand around the head of my dick. I moan, letting my head fallback onto his shoulder. His hand stops moving, loosens, even though he doesn’tlet go.
“Go on,” he says quietly, voicehard and sure in my ear. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment before lifting myhead. It feels heavy and uncoordinated, even as I blink at the screen.
I start moving again, just intime to avoid the crumbling wall. His other hand joins in, stroking and thensqueezing my balls. He has no mercy as the hand on my dick picks up the paceand I start writhing in place.
“Shit, shit,” I say, and I don’teven know if my character falls or is thrown off the ledge, the fear risingwith my impending orgasm. I pant as Ezra removes his hands. My thighs aretrembling, sweat on my forehead, the back of my neck. I can’t quite believe howquickly I fall apart in Ezra’s hands, how helpless I am against him.
“Ezra,” I say, and he winds hisarms against my waist, pulling me back even closer. I let my head fall backonto his shoulder again. Ezra noses against my cheek before kissing my lips. Itilt my head immediately, groaning into the open-mouthed kiss, uncaring of mystraining neck and the awkward angle. One of my hands leaves the controller topress against the back of his neck, needing him against me. He obliges, kissingme deeply until I’m completely out of breath, too shaken and straining tobreathe through my nose effectively.
When we part, his harsh breathsare hot against my cheek. When I look at him his eyes are dark and burning,lips kiss-red, cheeks flushed, and yet he’s the one that says,
“Jesus, look at you,” eyestrailing over me, wrecked and trembling for him. The need is almost painful,now.
“Come on, Joaquin. You can dothis,” he murmurs in my ear. I feel a shiver go through me, my body clenching.I want to please him even more than I want the orgasm that will come with it.“If you come close to coming, I’ll stop you. Don’t worry.”
I rest against him for a momentmore, until the desperate, immediate edge to the pleasure has subsidedsomewhat, even with the feel of Ezra pressed against me feeding the flames.
With a self-fortifying nod, Ilift my head from Ezra’s shoulder, concentrating back on the screen. His armsunwind from my waist but remain on my hips as I move the character to the wall.I feel a sense of calm in my bones, the heat of Ezra around me comfortinginstead of distracting now.
My character jumps onto the wall,and Ezra’s hands are back on me, one on my dick and another on my balls. I letit roll through me, let myself feel the clench in my stomach, the curl in mytoes. I watch the character move as if its actions are completely separate fromme; let my body burn at the pyre of my pleasure. The character pauses as mybody feels teeth at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, but the usualimpatient fear of falling is not present. The sensation is simply another logburning inside me.
The character continues climbingwith the pleasure inside me, slow and steady. Every time that I become overcomewith sensation the character simply pauses until it passes, always jumpingbefore the rock under her crumbles.
I’m almost at the top, I realize,a single ledge dividing the character from the summit, and Ezra’s hand suddenlypicks up the pace. I cry out as it blurs on my dick, so tight and perfect thatmy mouth opens and pants, my body squirming, hips thrusting. The screen hazesin and out, and the sudden onslaught of pleasure pulls me under, divides me intwo. My body is Ezra’s and my hands are somewhere else. I only have controlover one of these things, and I let the waves of pleasure rise, burning,burning, as I move my fingers and suddenly – there. I blink almostuncomprehendingly at the character standing at the top of the wall. She takes afew steps forward before the controller falls from my hands. It’s done.
I close my eyes, letting my headfall back, joining my body in the deep. I’m just a ball of light, shaped andspinning according to Ezra’s gravity. I’m squirming and thrusting and tremblingas Ezra’s teeth catch my earlobe. He’s saying something, incomprehensible wordsin the face of the all-encompassing pleasure, and yet somehow they are heard bythe heat and the light inside me as they spill over suddenly.
The orgasm goes through me in awave that goes on, and on, and on. I’m wrapped up in the scent and the heat andfeel of Ezra, his hand still moving over my dick, avoiding the sensitive headuntil I’m just a black expanse with sparks of overstimulation bursting insideme, and then even that is allowed to burn away as Ezra removes his hand from mydick. I melt against him, shaking still, throat feeling a little raw fromwhatever noise I made when I came. Ezra is wrapped tightly around me, facepressed against my neck.
Despite the music coming from thevideo game, everything feels quiet and still. My breath evens slowly and I letmyself sink into the awareness of the refuge of Ezra’s body around me. Evendespite my wider frame and bulk, he feels solid and immovable behind me. As Ireturn to myself, it is not only the safety of his body that comes to me, butthe pressing hardness of his cock against the small of my back. A thrill, apartfrom my own pleasure, goes through me.
Galvanized, I pull away from himslightly, yanking my trousers and underwear up and then turning around, restingon bended knees to face Ezra. He looks startled by my sudden burst of energy,one hand resting on my hip, the other held awkwardly to his side, and I realizeit’s because it’s the one he used to jerk me off. I take hold of his wrist andlift his hand to my mouth, looking into his eyes as a let my tongue dragagainst his fingers, licking up my release. I regret the action instantly –it’s gone cold, making the texture weird and the taste even more apparent. Ezralaughs as I scrunch my face in disgust, shaking my head quickly. I wipe hishand on my shirt instead as he pulls me forward to lick the taste out of mymouth. He hums in an exaggerated show of culinary pleasure as we part and Iroll my eyes at him, grinning. I push him back against the pillows on the flooras I kiss him again, my hands unzipping his jeans and yanking them down. Ileave his lips to get them off all the way and Ezra lets me, watching me withdeep eyes.
I trail my hands up his thighs,eyes fixed on his hard cock, long and red between his legs. I don’t have even afraction of Ezra’s patience; I swallow his dick down.
“Fuck,” Ezra grunts, his handcoming to thread through my hair. When he doesn’t push or pull, my own handcomes up to squeeze his, the other going to his hips and pressing them up. Themessage is clear, and with anotherfuck, Ezra grips my hair, keeping myhead still as he thrusts up into my mouth. I leave it a little loose at thestart, looking up to see Ezra leaning on one elbow, watching as he fucks intomy mouth. I tighten my lips, letting my tongue drag against the underside andhe closes his eyes, moaning as he tilts his head back. A rush of satisfactiongoes through me.
His thrusts pick up the pace,turning longer and deeper until I’m gagging on his cock, his hand tighteningpainfully in my hair. My spit is dripping down onto his balls and I use a handto rub and squeeze them.
“Joaquin, fuck,” he groans. Irelax my throat, knowing what’s coming. Ezra thrusts in hard, slipping into mythroat until I’m pressed against his pubic hair. I swallow, squeezing hisballs, and he moans loudly, hand painful against my hair, pushing me evencloser. Delirious pleasure goes through me, sensation overwhelming me, hazed bythe lack of oxygen. I’m right at the edge of not being able to take any morebefore he’s pulling me off all the way, letting me gasp and choke for breath.He only allows me a few seconds, however, before the hand in my hair moves topress a thumb on my jaw, opening my mouth. He slips back inside, hand returningto my hair, thrusts quick and short and relentless. My jaw is aching, neck andshoulder straining from the position, adding to the sweet, ripe feeling ofbeing used, of being his.
I can feel how close he is,thrusts stuttering, hand tightening, and then he’s inside my throat again, deepinside me and coming.
“Joaquin,” he moans, dragging theword out like a plea. I swallow around him and he presses me closer, out ofbreath and thought completely.
Time suspends, holding us stillagainst each other. When it breaks, it’s to Ezra collapsing onto the floor,slipping out of my mouth. I go with him, wrapping my arms around any bit of himthat I can reach, my panting face pressed against his thigh. His hand in myhair has turned gentle, scratching tenderly against the scalp. My consciousnessmelts into pure sensation, into sweat and calming breath and the feel of Ezra’sskin, the rhythm of his fingers.
