Page 86 of Shiver
I whimper at his words, my entire body feels like I’ve been doused in a fresh wave of heat. There’s nothing like listening to him praise me. Even for something silly like this. Sucking on his fingers isn’t something to be proud of, but the way he talks, it’s like I just cured cancer.
It makes my entire body respond. My dick pulses with need as he continues to coo at me. I suck hard, trying to keep my sounds to myself. Rake would get in trouble if we’re caught.
“You’re so hard. You needed me to touch you, didn’t you?”
I nod fiercely.
“Always so hard for me. So ready to let me please you.”
If only he knew how true those words were. His hands on me, his mouth on me, are like nothing I can describe. I’m no virgin. I’ve had a whole lot of sex. But there’s nothing compared to this. Even this hand job. It’s just a fucking hand. It shouldn’t make me feel like my head is going to explode. Like my body is on fire.
His thumb swipes over my slit, wiping away the pre-cum, and I twitch. A whine gets mumbled over his fingers and I suck harder.
“That mouth,” he groans. “You suck so beautifully, Egon. I can feel it on my cock.”
I grunt, my hips bucking into his hand. Need sweeps over me as my nuts throb. I whine again, making little whimpering sounds as my hips take up their own rhythm.
“Ready to come for me?” Rake asks.
Nodding again, I grip his hair tight and squeeze my eyes shut. Not because I don’t want to see, but so I can try to concentrate on not screaming as I lose my load. Every orgasm he’s ever given me has made me want to scream with pleasure. I probably sound like a dying animal. But the pleasure he gives me is like touching death and coming back, taking your first breaths of life on a roller coaster that drops you straight down.
It hits me in the next breath, and I nearly bite his fingers as I shudder and convulse in his hold. Rake’s hand doesn’t stop moving over my dick, brushing my head and sending tingles through my cock. I’m not quiet, but I’m muffled as he shoves his fingers further into my mouth, nearly choking me and shutting down my cries.
Finally, I sag in his lap, rivulets of pleasure rush through me as I sigh with a happy smile around his fingers that I’m still lightly sucking.
“Such a big orgasm,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to my neck. “I love how you fill my hand, baby.”
I shiver again at his words. See? Not something I should be praised for, but it makes me feel good all the same. Like even the little things I accomplish matter to him. He sees it all. And he’s equally proud of my orgasm as he is if I score a winning goal.
My body is still relaxing in his lap when he pulls his fingers from my mouth. I sigh at the loss and watch lazily as he cleans me up. Pulling up my shirt and wiping my stomach. Then pushing my pants down around my balls so he can clean up the rest of me.
When I’m put back together, Rake holds me again. Wraps his arms around me and just hugs me to him. We sit quietly for a while.
“Love you,” he whispers.
No matter what I’m doing, I grin like a lunatic every time he says those words. I shift so I can look at him and his dark eyes meet mine. Once, they’d been distant, keeping me from seeing anything real. But he’s always so open to me now. Letting me see everything. And I can see that he does love me.
“I love you,” I tell him. “I want to spend my life with you.” I wince at the words, my eyes going wide. “Jeezus, fucking hell,” I mutter. Shit just comes out of my mouth and I can’t stop it sometimes.
But Rakesh just grins. “Good. I wasn’t going to give you a choice in that.”
His words make warmth blossom in my chest. “Really? You want me…?”
“Yes,” he says, his answer simple and firm. “You’re going to graduate next year and then we’ll find somewhere that suits us both. I’ll buy you a house. I’ll make you my husband.”
“Should I change my name?” I ask, tilting my head at the thought.
He thinks about it, his lips pressed together before he answers. I can feel his hesitation, but when he doesn’t want to tell me something, I take a lot of pride when he does. Like right now.
“I want you to take my name,” he says, his fingers moving to the back of my head. “Egon Aahnu,” he murmurs. “The perfect fucking way to make sure everyone knows you belong to me.”
The growl in his voice has my cock stirring again. I shift in his arms to wrap mine around his shoulders and press my forehead to his. “I will do that. I want that. Fuck, I kinda want it now.”
His grip tightens. “Don’t say that or I’m going to make it happen.”
Only because I know he’s serious, do I keep my mouth shut. His phone dings and we both look away. It’s time to go.
Rake walks me to my next class and kisses me at the door. He doesn’t have to say he’ll be here when it ends. I know he will. Last week, he told me every single day, after every place he dropped me, that he’d be there when I was done. I think he knows I know he will be. I trust him to be.
