Page 61 of Shiver
Alright, no thinking like that. There’s nothing sexy about it.
Rake adjusts his hold on me, bringing his hands above my shoulders, planting them on the bed, and trapping me so I can’t scoot away. His body shifts so his legs are nearly under my ass, my ass slightly suspended. My legs are splayed open in a way that no one other than a hockey player and gymnast can manage comfortably.
He grins, and it’s full of smug lust.Hang on, it tells me.
I’ve barely managed to grip his shoulders when he begins to thrust into me in earnest. It still begins slowly, with some experimental rocks of his hips. Testing my comfort to different speeds and hard jabs. But when I don’t complain, he lets go.
And that dick of his, his cock that I’ve been dying to ride, hits my prostate with such force and vigor that there aren’t just stars in my eyes but entire galaxies. I’m not just in another world, but one filled with fairies and magic and sex so good that it’s like an out-of-body experience.
He knew what he was doing when he made me come first. Because my cock is already throbbing, my balls are tight, heavy, and ready to explode. But I’m waiting. Waiting for him to tell me to come. Waiting for him to demand my body to do as he wants.
I think I’m speaking, but I’m sure the words don’t make sense. The only thing I can hear is Rake telling me how good I feel. How smart I am. How proud he is of me. For passing my classes. For winning my game. For taking his dick like I was made for it. For enjoying this. For not coming yet.
But that last one is getting harder. I’m whining. Crying. I can feel tears running down my face. Even as his praise sends me soaring higher and higher.
Finally, he says it. “Come for me, Egon. Come, baby.”
I do. So hard that I think my heart stops. I can’t breathe. My body seizes and I shoot all over my stomach as he continues to ram into me like a piston, tunneling into my body over and over.
I’m wrung out under him, nearly unconscious when he comes, resting his forehead against mine as he fills the condom in my ass. The sound he makes is so sexy that another spurt of cum shoots across my stomach and chest.
And that’s all I remember before falling into a peaceful sleep.
TWENTY-TWO
RAKESH
Over the weekleading up to November, Egon is insatiable. He’s on me every second we’re alone. Riding me like he’s done it a hundred times. A thousand times. He’s eager, ready. Pliable when I shift him into new positions.
The man has never been quiet when I please him. But he’s downright screaming now. It’s a fucking heady experience. Knowing that I’m delivering that much pleasure to my lover. And feeling his pleasure adds to my own.
It’s weird. The way he responds to me is almost indecent. Like his need fills my chest, even when he’s not near me. I can almost anticipate what he’s thinking and within minutes, I get a text telling me he wants my cock. That he needs to ride me. That he needs an orgasm that only I can give him.
All those words. I’ve seen them all. I stare at them on my screen constantly. Unsure what to make of this. Of him. Feeling the way my body stirs at his fucking text messages. I’ve never been that easy to turn on.
For the week, I keep waiting for it to get old. For my want of him to die down. It doesn’t. I’m nearly as desperate and greedy for him as he is for me. Studying has become almost nonexistent. It’s a good thing that he’s doing well in his classes. As soon as we’re both in the same place, privately, we’re fucking like dogs. Like rabbits. Like horny-ass teenagers just discovering the beauty of sex.
I’ve been making reckless decisions when it comes to him and sex, too. I’ve fucked him against my office door, which was a stupid, stupid thing to do. Not only could we both get in trouble, I could get kicked out of my graduate program.
I did it anyway. And somehow, I felt it was totally worth the risk. I didn’t regret it in the least.
We fucked at the arena twice, once in the wide-open locker room. Then we fucked in one of the student buildings, in a closet that we found; we hadn’t even latched the door shut. We were getting reckless.
Those boundaries that I kept insisting I put in place were immediately forgotten. I couldn’t even find it in me to care. To even make them. All I fucking wanted was Egon Wolf. Burying myself in him was becoming the sole focus of my life. The pleasure he brought me was unreal.
Friday night found me holding him after I fucked him until he was nearly passed out in my arms. Just staring at him. Stroking his face. Carding my fingers through his sweaty hair. Looking at his bare body, so hard and filled with muscles. So sexy.
His dick is flaccid against his thigh. He’s still covered in cum. I’ll clean it up in a minute, but seeing the evidence of how I pleased him made my stomach flip and my chest tighten. The way he looked at me when he opened his eyes after. The dopey smile. How he was almost always greedy for another round.
There wasn’t a single position he didn’t like. When asked what his favorite was, he always said, ‘whichever one makes you fuck me like you do.’ I don’t even know what that means.
I’m still staring at him when his long lashes flutter against his cheek. His cum has dried on him and I know I need to get up and get a wet cloth. But I just stare at him instead. Wondering when this is going to get old. When am I going to want to stop this? When am I going to need to hurt him?
His gray eyes look up at me and a soft smile curls his perfect lips. Maybe I don’t need to hurt him. Maybe this can keep going for a while longer. The sex is good. He’s not a hardship. Fuck, I even like helping him study and watching his games. He’s a good guy. I think we’re friends.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, his voice quiet and sleepy.
I shake my head. “Just admiring you.” I kiss his cheek and move to get off the bed. But he takes my hand. I find his brows drawn together when I look at him.
