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My face blooms with heat over the unsolicited compliment. Does he actually think I’m handsome?

Fuck. Focus, Charlie.

“I…I can’t come. This isn’t going to work.”

His hand retreats from between my legs. I feel the loss instantly, even though I basically requested it. All he’s doing is getting me hot and bothered. I had no problem feeling like that already without his hands on me. If he’s fucking with me again so he can get away without giving me the damn combination, I’m going to resort to physical violence.

The next thing I know, his chest presses against my back, a blanket of fleshy heat. His nipples flattened against the back of my ribs, his soft chest hair. His arms cage the outsides of mine and the fabric of his Speedo brushes the back of my ass.

Right at the center of my seam, something thick and solid nestles against me behind that spandex fabric. He’s hard. So hard it has me sucking in a breath.

His lips brush against the back of my ear and soothe, “Hey, hey…shhh. Patience. We’ve just started.” When his nose makes a playful nudge against the skin behind my ear, I gasp like a damn virgin. “I’m not going to let you down again. I promise.”

He lifts one of his hands off the mattress. I feel it on my chest and wonder if he can tell how fast my heart is beating. It doesn’t linger long, though, instead moving slowly down my stomach and to my abs.

I’ve never felt so surrounded by another person. I’m used to blow jobs or topping someone from behind against a wall. Is thiswhat it feels like for a bottom when you fold yourself over them? It provides its own unique sense of fulfillment. So I stay put, comforted by the promise of not being let down again, which I probably shouldn’t have any faith in.

With this full-body blanket hug, complete with his dick still nestled in my seam, I’m reminded of the deep exploration I made with my fingers earlier in the week when I was trying to get off. It was the wrong memory to recall. My hole spasms and my ass clenches.

I freeze. There’s no way he didn’t feel that. I don’t dare move a muscle, not even when he moves back.

His hips retreat, bringing me both relief and further convincing me I’m never going to come. A moment later, his hands are back on my ass, though. They glide back down the outsides of my thighs. I’m about to roll my eyes and tell him that starting back at square one won’t produce the results we both want. Ass play isn’t my thing, and he’s locked up the one place that always produces results. I can’t believe I even got into this position for someone, let alone allowed everything to happen so far that has.

I’m quickly learning, however, that Rory is a master of the bait and switch. As soon as I fixate too long on or panic about one thing, it’s like he knows and changes tactics. His lips dust the back of my ass cheek this time, very,veryclose to my cleft.

“Are you ready?” he murmurs, sliding his hands around my waist and down to the juncture of my hips.

I let loose some unintelligible sound, frozen again. He’s…not going to… Is he?

It starts with another kiss. A soft, innocent kiss near the seam of my ass. What follows is a mapping of its entire height all the way up to the top of my cleft. Something wet swirls a circle over the vertebrae right above my ass, leaving me gasping in a rush of shivers. And then…he sucks the sensitive skin there. Sucks on it!My eyes may have just crossed. It’s ticklish, and my toes curl as more blood pumps to my already strained balls.

H-how…how is that…an erogenous spot?

“Mmm,” he hums.

Did I shudder again? Or make some embarrassing noise? What was the hum for?

I don’t have time to analyze it. He moves lower with that wicked mouth of his. Straight down.

I’m honestly concerned for my brain because of how many times I’ve held my breath tonight. When his hot breath ghosts slowly down the length of my seam, though, I can neither get any air to come in nor out of my lungs.

He pauses at my taint. If someone dropped a pin, I’d hear it. I wait, suspended in place by those hands that are stroking my juncture, making my cock bob with each drag of his fingertips. Wet and soft…I feel it first at the tender flesh behind my balls.

“Uhn!” I bark out a groan and jolt against his hands when his tongue paves a path between my cheeks.

It stops right on my ring and withdraws, allowing me to suck in a gulp of air. And then…there are lips.

Holy hell, I think I just squeaked or…squawked. Whatever it was, I don’t want to repeat it. He’s…kissing my pucker.Kissing…as in repeatedly.

All I can do is hang my head and pinch my eyes closed, trying to will my elbows to bend so I can move away. But they won’t budge. I’m locked in place, vibrating from head to toe like my freaking electric shaver. Literally, I’m quaking. Each brush of his lips, each little suckle, pulls needy whimpers from my mouth.

Fuck. This is so embarrassing, but I’m helpless to stop my reactions.

Worse yet, I can feel my heartbeat in my balls like a pounding migraine headache.Thump, thump! Thump, thump!It’s too much. Too much pressure. No wonder I can’t breathe. I’m goingto pass out from all my blood being forced into my nuts with nowhere for it to go. Some of it must have made it through the cable to my cock, though, because it’s practically arced inside the cage, pushed to the limit against the restraints of the metal. I’m going to have indentations of the rings on it if I ever get out of this thing.

I hear a slurping sound and then another of Rory’s satisfied hums as he continues his onslaught of filthy kisses. They’re getting filthier, open-mouthed, with laps and swirls of his tongue around my circumference. I shout inside my head for my body to move, to pull away before I pass out, but nothing happens. Only that involuntary quivering and the humiliating noises I’m making.

“P-please… Rory,” I stammer. “Please.”