Page 45 of Shiver
Egon licks his lips, bringing his eyes back to mine. I break his stare as I pull his shirt over his head. “I’m glad you like what you see,” I tell him once I drop his shirt and pull him against me again.
He groans when our chests come together. His hands run down my front, his fingertips tucking into my bed pants as he pushes them down slightly.
“What do you want?” I murmur in his ear, enjoying the way my voice makes him shiver.
“You,” he answers, breathless. “Touch me. Taste me.”
I lick along his neck, alternating with my tongue and teeth.
“Tell me,” he whispers.
“Tell you what?” I ask, biting at his lobe.
He hesitates as I begin to push his pants down over his sexy bubble butt. When he’s left straining in his boxer briefs, I cup his sexy ass and push his erection against mine, making him catch his breath on a groan.
“Tell you what?” I ask again.
“How g-good I am?”
He stutters the words and frames it as a question. I smile into his shoulder and push him back toward the bed. “Climb on,” I tell him.
Egon does, his face flushed. His dick is straining, leaking and pooling at the front of his cotton underwear to leave a wet patch. I crawl over him, my hands on either side of his hips. “I love when you do as you’re told without question or hesitation.” My gaze flickers up to his, seeing the moment his focus goes far away. “I love when you tell me what you want so I can make you feel good.”
I drop my face and lick at the wet spot on his underwear. His exhale is sharp.
“I love how badly you want me. How hard your dick is for me. How ready you are with pre-cum before I’ve hardly touched you.”
Egon groans, his hips coming off the bed as I nuzzle my face into his crotch. The sounds he makes as I kiss him there are heady.
“I love the smell of your arousal.” I realize now that I’m not actually praising him, but confessing how I’m falling apart for him. And yet, the words that keep coming out of my mouth don’t change. “Are you going to come for me, Egon?”
“Yes,” he whimpers.
I nip at the head of his dick in his underwear. “How would you like me to make you come, my big hockey jock?”
He groans but doesn’t answer as I continue to nip and rub my face against his dick. When I look up, I find him watching me with such heat, my cock throbs. “Tell me.”
“Will you suck me?”
The shyness in his voice is filled with uncertainty. I don’t think it’s a question of whether he wants it but whether he’s allowed to ask for it.
“Is that what you want?”
Egon nods. “Please, Rake.”
“Want me to swallow your fat cock, Egon? Choke for you?”
He gasps, hips rising again as he nods.
Only because I’m eager to taste him, do I pull down his underwear and discard them. I lick up his shaft as soon as they’re gone and Egon moans loudly. “Keep your hips on the bed until I tell you. Understand?”
Egon grunts but nods. As if his hands fisting in my comforter will keep him from bucking, he grips it with white-knuckled fists. I smile up at him before licking down his length. When I get to the end, I suck one of his balls into my mouth.
He yelps, his hips wiggling, but they don’t come off the bed.
“I love how you listen,” I whisper. “How well you obey.” I take the other in my mouth and suck, using my tongue to massage it until he’s making constant noise.
“Listen to you,” I coo as I lick up his dick again. “Spread your legs for me. Let me see your pretty hole.”
