“Never,” I breathe and then arch up as he crooks his finger inside of me.
“Good boy.”
His mouth swallows me whole, and I gasp as he sucks my cock for the third time tonight.
Oh god. This is awful. Amazing. Terrible. I need relief.
His head bobs, his throat swallowing around me, and I’m clutching at the sheets to keep my hands off of him, and then he’s pulling away again, his lips red and swollen from taking me deep, and I whimper. Literally whimper.
Not the first time I’ve done that tonight.
“On your knees,” he says, wiping at his mouth.
“Can’t,” I moan. My body is limp, and I don’t know if I can move.
“On your knees, Caleb.”
When he says my name like that….
I roll over with a grunt, the sheets against my cock making me bite back a groan. Everything is oversensitive, and I feel like just the slightest touch will set me off.
Holy fuck. Edging is no joke.
“Do not come on the sheets,” he says and lifts my hips roughly before he enters me from behind, tunneling in and out of me until I’m breathless once again.
“Enough,” I moan. “Enough. Please, Whit. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Enough.”
My eyes are leaking, and my entire body is on fire. My cock aches. It’s almost painful.
Whit exhales shakily, and then he pulls out, flipping me onto my back once more and spreads me so wide it's X-rated.
“I’m going to watch you come,” he says and then enters me again. Knowing that I can finally find release, I tremble so hard my teeth clatter.
He lifts both of my legs and places them over his shoulders, and then he’s thrusting into me wildly, the headboard of the bed hitting the wall erratically.
I’m groaning so loudly that I’m sure my family can hear me from outside.
“Can’t,” I breathe. “Can’t. Oh fuck….fuck. There. There. Fuuuuuuck. Yes!”
And then my cock jumps, my balls drawing up tightly, and my release happens so suddenly that I have to grasp onto the headboard to keep me grounded. I swear I grab on so tightly I hear it start to crack. My cum shoots across my entire torso, hitting my neck and chin, and I don’t stop coming until I blackout.
And when I come to, Whit’s pounding into me so roughly that I’m moving up the bed, my head knocking against the wall. Then he’s clutching me so tightly I know there will be bruises tomorrow. His moans and grunts echo above me, and I feel the warm heat of his release inside of me.
And then it’s over.
And I feel like I can’t move.
I’m never moving from this spot again.
I’m dead.
“You broke me,” I say, my eyes closed, my entire body trembling from the aftershocks.
“You learned your lesson?” he asks through heavy breaths.
“Nah,” I manage to say. I can’t even smile. My face doesn’t work. “Give me twenty, and I’ll be ready to go again.”
Whit arches his hips inside of me again, and I gasp. Shit, I’m sore.