Page 38 of Shiver
His hand moves on me and my thoughts freeze when his touch lands on my hip. My dick perks up more and I have to fight the groan as he shifts his body closer to mine. The movement of my hand stroking his sexy, hard muscles pauses until he says, “Please don’t stop touching me,” against my neck.
My body breaks out in a shiver and I cross another fucking line when I circle his waist and pull him flush against me. This is straight into cuddle territory. Fucking hell, who am I? No longer do I pet his front but now his back. Egon’s breath catches as I slide my hand down his spine until I reach the hem of my shirt he’s wearing. Then my hand slides up under the shirt, and touches his smooth, hard, hot skin.
There’s no way he’s missing my erection pressed against his thigh now. It’s only getting harder the longer I touch him. Explore his skin.
I struggle to get words out. A warning that I’ve never had a man in my bed and not touched them. I’m trying to back off, but it’s fucking impossible when he’s willingly pressing against me. Then his hand around my back grips me tight to him and he further lines our hips together.
And fucking fucksauce, I can now feel his cock. It’s not soft.
I somehow keep my moan in, but it’s a struggle so difficult now that I’m stiff as fuck. And when my hand travels the hard planes of his back, I don’t stop at the elastic in his sweatpants. I slip down further and cup his ass.
Egon releases a breath, his hips bucking against mine. That breaks the dam. I moan.
“Egon,” I warn, forcing my hand back up and pressing into the small of his back.
He nods. I’m not sure what he’s nodding to. I’m not even sure what I’m asking.
“I need to—I need,” he says, his voice giving away the desire he can’t say. And when words fail him, his hips press against mine as if he can’t help himself. And a needy little whine escapes him.
Every ounce of control I have snaps. I push him flat on the bed, on his back, and stretch him out. His eyes are shut tightly. But that’s not going to work.
“Look at me, Egon.”
Swallowing hard, he opens his eyes. Fear. Uncertainty. And so much fucking lust, I can feel it. “Keep looking at me. Don’t close your eyes. Understand?”
He nods.
“I need to hear your words.”
“Yes.”
“What do you need?”
“Touch me,” he chokes. His eyes squeeze shut for a minute as his cheeks turn bright red. Before I can tell him to open his eyes again, he does.
I move him so his arm is under me. It curls up my back, gripping me tightly. Keeping me pressed to his side.
“Reach above your head,” I tell him. “Take my hand.”
He does, leaving himself exposed. Belly up. At my mercy.
“You still want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” he says, his hips coming off the bed. “Please.”
The need in his voice has my dick pulsing. I press it to his hip. Wasting no time, I hook my fingers in the sweatpants and push them down to his thighs, revealing a wonderfully proportionate cock. As soon as the cool air hits it, his hips buck up again, a whine leaving his mouth.
It’s dripping. I lick my lips and bring my eyes back to his. “Good boy,” I hum and he whimpers louder, his body shuddering against me as his gaze momentarily goes distant. This boy has no idea he likes to be praised. His response is immediate, and he doesn’t even know it. “You listen so well. Keep being my good boy, okay? Don’t look away from my face. Do not close your eyes. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” he breathes. The pleasure in his voice is loud, even if his answer is lost in the lust haze his voice has taken on.
Egon Wolf—new kink unlocked.
“Please, Rakesh.” His hips lift off the bed again as he whimpers desperately. “I need you to touch me.”
I don’t deny him further. Dropping my hand to his stomach, I run my fingers through the growing puddle of cum and bring it to my mouth. His eyes widen, pupils blown wide, as I bring my fingers between my lips and suck off his juice.
The noise he makes is indecent. His hips don’t stop bucking, looking for any kind of friction. When I’ve licked his taste from my fingers, I bring my hand back, my gaze going with it. I don’t touch his dick, but cup his heavy balls.
