Page 40 of Shiver
There’s a moment where he doesn’t speak. Just stares with wide eyes full of need. His hands shift to my legs. Finally, I touch my desperate dick and it leaks. A long string of pre-cum fights gravity until it reaches his stomach. Egon’s eyes track it.
“This what you want?” I ask.
“Yes,” he whimpers.
“On your chest?”
He’s breathing heavily. Breaths so hard I can feel them on my cockhead. “Egon, I can only give you what you want if you tell me.”
“On my face,” he says in a gasp, his face so red I’m sure his skin is hot to the touch.
I don’t speak after that. I can’t. So I stroke myself furiously, moving forward and placing my opposite hand on the bed next to his head. Gripping myself tightly, I watch as Egon’s eyes stare at my cock with hunger.
When he licks his lips, that’s the end for me. I erupt with a loud curse, my arm shaking as I try to hold myself up. The first ropey mess lands up his chest and over his neck. I shift in time to make sure the next and the ones following cover his face.
Egon gasps, his tongue darting out to lick as his eyes shut. Which is good because the next bust gets caught on his lashes and puddles over his left eye. I can’t catch my breath as I cover him in my seed, marking his skin so thoroughly that I know he’s going to smell like me for days.
“Fuck,” I mutter, finally letting go of my spent cock and dropping my dirty hand to the bed on the other side of his head so I don’t collapse on him.
But he’s so hot like this.
Still gasping for air, I lean back and drag a thumb over his face, pushing my cum to his lips. “Open,” I growl. He does, and I press my finger into his mouth. “Suck.”
I watch, transfixed, as his lips close over my thumb, and he gives me a tentative suck. Then harder, moaning as his body moves under me, his hips lifting again. I pull my thumb out and gather more of my release with my first two fingers and press them into his mouth again.
He doesn’t need instruction this time. Egon sucks me clean, his tongue moving over my fingers. And I swear, I can feel it on my dick.
“Goddamn, Egon,” I hiss and pull away. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Egon nods and I climb from the bed, muscles still shaky. I return with a damp cloth and gently wipe his face. When I’ve gotten the cum out of his eye, which he’s laughing about as I clean it up, he looks at me. I wait for the freak out.
But he just watches. Watches as I make thorough work of his face with soft movements and then down his chest. Over his stomach and his cock. Only when I’m satisfied that he won’t be sticky, I wipe up myself.
Then I drop it on the floor and wait for the freak out.
It still doesn’t come. Instead, Egon yawns. As soon as I’m laying down, he kicks his pants the rest of the way off and buries his face into my neck again. His arms wrap around me and he pushes his leg between mine until I drape it over his hip with a smile.
“This was perfect,” he whispers. “Felt so good.”
“You looked so fucking gorgeous covered in my cum,” I tell him.
I’m grinning stupidly wide when I feel his cheeks heat and he presses his face further into my neck. My dick twitches again in my pants when I feel as he brings his lip between his teeth.
“I liked being held down,” he admits in a whisper. “Being at your mercy. When you touch me.”
“You listen well,” I tell him, hugging him closer. I reach for the blankets and pull them over us. I’m going to ignore everything that’s raging in my mind. Warning me. Sending red flags and screaming that I’m going to fuck this up. “It pleases me when you do as you’re told without question. And you’re so good at it.”
His puff of breath is quiet as his hips gently rock into mine. I almost don’t hear when he says, “I really like when you do that. It makes me lose control.”
And I’m going to keep doing it.
“Sleep,” I tell him. “Sleep like my good big boy should. My big jock needs to rest so he can win the game on Friday.”
He nods. “And you’ll be there watching me.”
“I will.”
“And if I win? Can we celebrate without my tears this time?”
