Page 62 of Shiver
“Where are you going?”
Leaning over his body, I kiss him, and he moans into my mouth, throwing his big arm around me. “Just to get a towel to clean you. And get some food. We haven’t eaten yet.”
“I don’t want to eat. I want you inside me,” he murmurs against my lips.
I grunt, my cock already enjoying this idea.
“That’s dessert,” I tell him.
He lets me go but stares with narrowed eyes as I walk into my bathroom. The way he stares at my ass, I keep waiting for him to ask to fuck me. He hasn’t yet. In fact, he’s never brought it up. I’m not sure if I would.
What am I saying? Of course, that would be a no. I don’t bottom. I don’t like to bottom.
Rolling my eyes as I dampen a cloth, I return to Egon. He’s still disgruntled, his cock already hardening again. I wipe his stomach and chest, working on gently loosening his dried cum from his smooth skin.
When I get it off, I stroke his dick with the cloth. He groans, his hips bucking up. Unable to stop myself, I toss the cloth aside and lean down, wrapping my mouth around his dick. Pushing his legs apart, something he doesn’t at all resist, I press two fingers into his ass. Since I didn’t clean the lube out, he’s still slightly slick. Not a lot. There will be some unpleasant friction.
“Rake,” Egon wheezes, his hips coming off the bed. “I need your dick.”
I prevent him from talking by swallowing him down my throat and curling my fingers into his prostate. He whines before shouting.
Egon has no mellow. There’s no slow build and relaxed release. He’s all wild and flailing. This time is no different. He slams roughly into my throat, babbling incoherently as his orgasm builds. I hum around his cock, swallow his head, shove my fingers against his prostate. And he comes, shooting his load down my throat, his hands gripping my head as he shoves it down on his dick until he’s fully wedged in my esophagus.
I swallow around him, his body still as his balls pulse another shot. He shouts, his hands becoming tighter. I need a breath, but I refuse to pull off him until he’s spent. Instead, I shove a third finger inside him and harshly press against his prostate until he’s crying out again and giving me the last bits of his release.
Then he goes slack, and I slide him out of my throat, swallowing a breath. I’m slightly dizzy as I stare down at him, wiping my face with the back of my hand that’s not still wedged in his ass. Still stroking his pleasure. His cock leaks a little more and I bend down to capture it, licking it into my mouth before moving to his mouth to share his release with him.
Egon groans, licking at it greedily. If he wasn’t such a mess from me fucking him, he’d be all over my dick. He’s found that he enjoys sucking me, too. And he’s so goddamn eager for it.
Right now, I think we’re both too caught up in the sex to worry about blowies for a while. When I pull my fingers from his ass, he sighs. I kiss him a moment longer before standing. “You going to be okay for ten minutes?” I ask.
He blinks slowly. “Maybe.”
Laughing, I wipe my hand on the spent cloth and toss it in the bathroom. I don’t order food, but put two frozen pizzas in the oven. While they cook, I fuck him over the side of the bed. I know he’s sore at this point, but he still has his hands fisted harshly in my hair as he tells me he wants it harder.
I’m beginning to think he enjoys the pain, too.
The pizzas are almost burned when I pull them out. He eats two pieces before he’s looking at my dick again. Licking his lips.
“Eat,” I tell him, and he glares at me. It’s not like I can hide the fact that I’m just as horny for him. Especially since we’re naked as soon as we step into my apartment and don’t dress until we’re forced to leave it for class. My chubbing dick is all he needs to see to encourage him.
Because I need him to eat, I decide on trying something to satisfy my starved hockey player.
“Have you heard of cock warming?” I ask.
His dark gaze meets mine. Already filled with hunger. Fuck. Seeing it is like a drug. Knowing I put it there, that he wants me with that much insatiable need, is intoxicating.
Egon shakes his head. I’m a little surprised but I suspect he knows what it is, however, he’s too focused on what he wants.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” I tell him, and the pizza is forgotten as he stares at me, paying no attention to his already rigid dick. He rarely does. He’s all about mine in his body. “Go get a condom and lube.”
He’s up and across the room before I have the words out of my mouth. Then he’s on his knees in front of me, tearing the foil open.
I push his hands away and force his attention to my eyes. “Are you listening?”
“Yes,” he says, though his voice is far away.
“You’re going to sit on my dick. Right here. At the table. And then you’re going to sit still. Completely still. I can move, but you can’t. Do you understand?”
