Page 46 of Shiver
His whimper is intoxicating, but as with everything else I’ve demanded of him, Egon does what he’s told. I bring my tongue over his balls again, drop to his taint, and then into his crack. He chokes on the sounds of pleasure, his hips nearly leaving the bed, but he manages to keep them there.
“Want me to touch you here?” I ask.
Egon nods.
I wet my finger in my mouth before moving up his dick and taking the head in my mouth. The sounds he makes are impossibly sexy. Each note he hits goes straight to my dick, wraps around my balls, and makes me leak. There must be a puddle in my pants at this point.
But I ignore relieving my straining dick and focus on taking more of his delicious cock into my mouth at the same time I press my finger to his hole. He gasps, struggling to keep himself still. I bring him to the back of my mouth, twisting a hand at his base, before sliding myself back up his hard, thick shaft. All the while, I play with his hole. Teasing the skin, the quivering ring of muscles, enjoying the way his thighs strain as he forces himself not to buck up into me.
“So good,” I tell him.
“Rake,” he groans. “Please.”
Standing his dick up, I flick my tongue across his slit and watch his face. Loving the way his lust-drunk eyes are staring at me with hunger. I’m still watching, wrapping my lips around his cockhead, when I breach his hole with my finger.
Egon grunts but presses his ass toward me. His eyes roll for a minute, his body arching slightly, and then he drops and shakes. Swallowing hard.
I give him a suck as I move my finger in deeper. He’s looking at me again, and I can see the way his emotions play across his face. He likes it, but he doesn’t. It’s weird and foreign. He wants more, but he’s not sure he does.
“Ready to come?” I ask. It’s mostly a tease because I’m not going to end him quite yet. I just want to get his attention off my finger in his ass without making him lose focus on what I’m doing. I want him to feel it. So I press in, deep enough that I can’t advance further. “Egon?” I ask when he doesn’t answer.
Egon nods, his brows knit together.
“Ready for some magic?” I ask, giving him a smirk.
He smiles. “Yeah, Rake.”
I curl my finger and watch as he comes undone when I stroke his prostate. A string of nonsense leaves his mouth while I continue to massage it, pressing firmly and never giving him a minute to take a breath as he squirms wildly under me.
The pleasure that I feel in watching him experience the magic that is his p-spot isn’t something I can put into words. My lips remain on his dick, lightly kissing him and licking the solid stream of pre-cum that began dripping down once I showed him what he’s been missing. Showing him what pleasure can be found in that tight little hole of his.
One I am now going to be obsessed with wrecking until I actually get to bury myself inside him.
When his noises become desperate, bordering sobs and his hands move to my hair, I take pity on him. “Come hard for me, Egon,” I purr. “Fill my mouth with everything in these heavy balls, baby.”
I know he hears me. He tries to say my name. Tries to plead. Nods frantically when words fail him. Recapturing his cock again, I take him to the back of my throat. He grunts, his hips rolling despite his best efforts not to move. Swallowing, I pull him down to the root, locking the top of his cock in my throat and humming.
His balls draw tight as he moans loudly. Words leave his lips, but I don’t think they’re English. I ease off him, sucking hard on my way back up his shaft. When I swallow him down and press firmly against his prostate, Egon erupts both vocally and in my mouth. I slide up again, increasing my suction and hollow out my cheeks for him to fill as I swallow him down.
He does as I told him to. His orgasm carries on as he writhes beneath me, his sporadic bursts in my mouth continuing until he falls limply under my touch. I release the pressure on his prostate, but don’t stop the gentle rub until I’m sure he’s done. Only then do I pull my finger out.
Egon hisses, shudders, and remains motionless. After making sure he’s got nothing left, I kiss up his body until I can cover his mouth. While I’ve always tried not to kiss my hookups, I can’t stop myself from doing so with him. His mouth is perfect.
His hands are heavy when he pulls me on top of him, throwing one leg over mine and sighing.
“Best. Orgasm. Ever,” he says into my mouth. “Your turn.”
I snort. “You don’t really think you’re up for that, do you?”
His cheeks blush, and he shakes his head. “No,” he whispers. “But you can come on my face again.”
“Like that, do you?”
His burning cheeks don’t cool as he nods slightly. “And in my mouth.” I don’t miss his words, the way they tremble and are nearly too low to hear.
I kiss along his jaw, down his neck, and over his cheeks, until my mouth takes his again in a long, deep kiss that’s not nearly as filled with heat as it should be. This is something else. Something I quickly put a stop to. “Is that what you want? You want to taste me?”
Egon swallows and nods, not taking his gaze from mine. He might be shy and a little scared, but he’s not backing down from what he wants.
