Page 39 of Shiver
He nearly shouts as he tries to spread his legs. I lift mine, letting him trap one between them, and press my hard cock to his hip. He whines, wiggling.
I massage his balls, then press my fingers against the skin just below his balls. He gasps, both of his hands tightening as I push his pants down further.
“Spread your legs.”
He does, letting them fall open. Bringing the one between mine up higher, so I’m rubbing against his thigh now. Grinding into him as I admire his body spread beneath me.
Still leaving his cock alone, I go back to his balls but drop my finger to tease his hole. “Rake,” he cries, his ass leaving the bed again as he presses into my finger. “Jeezus, please fucking touch my dick.”
I chuckle, glancing at his face. He’s so damn beautiful. Especially as he struggles to get his hands free so he can give his cock the attention I’m not.
“I will, Egon. I’ll always give you what you need.”
He pants and whines, his eyes closing as he bites his bottom lip hard. But he doesn’t forget what I instructed him. His eyes open again. He watches me. Watches my face as I lick my finger. As I press my finger into his hole. Pressing harder, making him squirm as he both tries to get away and take more.
The sounds he makes become ever more desperate. When he’s almost sobbing, I take pity and wrap a hand around his dick and give him one long stroke from tip to root. He sobs louder, his hips jerking into my hand.
I let him thrust as I rub my cock against his leg in time with the strokes I give him. Harder. Quicker. I turn my attention to his face, not wanting to miss the moment he orgasms. I know it’s coming, even if I don’t know his ticks. His eyes are unfocused now, his head thrown back as he shakes it back and forth.
He babbles incoherently, his body moving against my hand wildly.
The moment the first burst of sticky heat hits my hand, his mouth hangs open. His body stills in an awkward position where his back is arched, hips high in the air. I continue to stroke him through it as his cum covers his chest straight up to his neck.
I’m biting the inside of my cheek to keep my grin contained when there doesn’t seem to be an end to his orgasm. His dick spasms until he’s finally spent, dropping so hard to the bed that he bounces a little.
I have half a mind to get up and get something to clean him with. The urge to take care of him is a foreign and strong insistence inside me. Instead, I keep my hand slowly moving over his softening dick and lower my face to his bare skin so I can lick his mess.
He moans. I let go of the hand above his head, he immediately tangles it in my hair and grips me hard. Not to make me stop or continue. Just to hold me. I lick him up, taking his salty offering and leaving the claim of my mouth on his skin. His mewling sounds don’t stop as he holds me to him.
When I get to his dick, I run my tongue over his slit to gather the last of his release while I drop my hand to his balls and press a finger to his hole again, making him hiss.
“Rake, fuck.”
His tone is still needy. Not at all freaking out. Yet, anyway.
I look up at him, meeting his gray eyes and smile. He grins in return. “You’re skilled in torture.”
Chuckling, I begin to climb over him. His grip on me tightens, and I stop. His smile falls, uncertainty replacing the relaxed, pleased expression. “Where are you going?” he whispers.
“To get a wet cloth so I can properly clean you up.”
He doesn’t have to say how much he wants that. It’s bright in his eyes. He still doesn’t release me. “But… what about…?”
“Me?”
Egon nods, the sexy red tint coloring his cheeks again.
“I can finish in the bathroom,” I tell him. The look he gives me makes me chuckle. “Or… I can paint your chest with my cum.”
His whimper makes my dick throb painfully. Egon nods, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. I move up his body so I’m straddling his hips and shove my pants under my balls.
My breaths are coming out in pants already. The struggle for oxygen makes me feel lightheaded and dizzy. Like I’ve pushed myself too long on the treadmill.
“Watch as I stroke myself for you, Egon,” I tell him, voice low and rough. “You want me to cum on you?”
He makes a choking sound as he nods. “Yes. All over me.”
“All over your chest,” I say, waiting for him to tell me what he wants.
