Page 9 of Want Me

“Hours?” Did he hear the edge of panic in my voice? The chuckle that followed made it clear he did.

“We won’t take that long. But I swear, if you trust me, I promise you the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. The cream of the crop, the fucking pinnacle of…fucking.” He was awfully confident about that, but I was frustrated as hell.

“Edging, yeah, I’ve heard. Not interested.” I meant it, despite the fact that I moaned when he dropped his hand to fondle my balls, then slid his finger back in my hole.

“I thought this was about experimentation.”

“It was about getting off. In an experimental way. Not Eric’s hour to fuck mercilessly with the ‘frat boy.’” His finger corkscrewed inside me, and my hips jerked. Bastard. After being filled with his cock, my prostate was overly sensitive, the barest brush sending flutters through my stomach. It was good, but not enough. I wanted his dick again. It was a crazy thought to have.

I pulled away from his touch, sat back on my heels, then turned around and scooted toward the edge of the bed. “I’m done.”

Eric slid off the side of the bed and knelt in front of me.

“Come on,” he said softly. “Have I led you wrong at any point tonight?” He pushed my knees open and licked a wet stripe up my shaft that made me shiver.So fucking good.Was his mouth magic? Was he? I clearly wasn’t thinking straight.

“Lie back down, put your hands in my hair. Let me take you through the roof.”

I closed my eyes, inhaled a deep breath through my nose, and wondered what the fuck it was about him that kept my body humming when it was around him. I didn’t know why he was so invested in this unless he was just bored. But I found myself sinking back on the bed, my feet on the floor and my hands threading through his soft hair as he bent over my lap and took me in his mouth.

After all the action from my own hand, being back in the wet haven of his mouth was ecstasy. He took hold of the base of my cock and licked his way up and down my shaft, sucking the sides, slurping at the top, lavishing a hell of a lot of attention on the notch below my crown. I started moving again, slow undulations that pushed me to the back of his throat, where he’d swallow against me, sending flutters of pleasure trembling through my balls. He pushed a finger inside me again, and this time I lifted my legs off the floor and onto the bed, making room for him without prompting.

He murmured a noise of approval that vibrated through me. Fuck, it felt so good. We found some kind of synced rhythm—his hands, his mouth, my body, all moving in collaboration. It was euphoric and I mentally rolled around in it, saturated myself in the trifecta of sensation. With my eyes closed, I bathed in the sweet, slippery friction assaulting my lower half. So much so that it took me a second to realize his mouth had been replaced by his hand pumping me steadily and that his finger was gone from my ass, replaced by his thick head nudging inside me again.

“Fuck yes,” I exhaled. I no longer cared that I wasn’t facing away from him, that when I opened my eyes he was right there, one hand still on my cock, the other brushing against my ass, spreading me as he pushed deep inside. His expression was intense, his eyes fixed on the place where our bodies joined. He bit his lip, bare chest rising in a staggered breath, and for the first time I could see how on edge he was, how close he was, and trying to hold back. It was a sexy kind of vulnerability that ignited in me like pure flame. When his gaze flicked up to my face, I caught a brief glimpse of him going wide-eyed as I reached for him and dragged him down. He flailed and landed heavily on my chest. I wrapped my legs around him, grabbed two handfuls of his ass, and yanked until he was buried inside me.

“Fuck,” he cried out. “Oh fuck.”

I grinned like a bastard, feeling like I’d won some kind of unspoken contest as Eric’s fingers clamped around my shoulders and he began plowing into me. But soon I was carried away on waves of pleasure again as he adjusted his hips slightly, planted his palms on either side of my head, and pushed up so that his lower belly raked my cock with every thrust.

Then it was me being the noisemaker, arching and shimmying my body into the friction of his, moaning every time he thrust back inside me. He dropped down to his forearms, and his cheek brushed against mine, his panting breaths loud so close to my ear, like bursts of static. He sped up, fucked me harder, faster, deeper, grunting with the effort, and I exploded into a free fall, my balls seizing up and my stomach clenching as I shattered around his cock, spilling what felt like a bucket of come onto our abdomens.

“Shit,” I moaned. “Holy fuck.”

It kept going, shudders and tremors of crazy intense pleasure racing through me, from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head. I was sure every hair on my body stood on end with the impact of it, like I was being cratered out with the sheer force of my release. My hips bucked wildly, and even after the last gush of my load had pulsed from my tip, my cock kept twitching. My ass spasmed around him, and Eric buried a loud curse into my neck, sinking his teeth into my skin as he roared to climax. If I hadn’t been so recently spent, I would have come again, because it was hot as hell feeling the way he contracted, then unloaded inside me. He kept moving, riding the wave of his orgasm, teeth still clamped down on the side of my neck until he finally gave one last thrust and collapsed on top of me.

I was sweating like a motherfucker. Or maybe he was. We both were, I decided, and I turned my head to the side to try and wipe my dripping brow against the sheets.

His teeth released their hold on the side of my neck, and he buried his face into the sheets next to mine, panting. Aftershocks rolled through me in pleasant little jolts of electricity that made my body tremble beneath his. He exhaled a lazy chuckle after the third one rolled through. Then, mumbling something I couldn’t understand against my skin, Eric flopped off me and onto his back beside me, stripping off the condom and knotting it as he lay there.

I swallowed, brushing my fingers against the tender skin at the side of my neck. It would probably be bruised, but at the moment I didn’t care. Worth it. So worth it.

He gave me a sidelong glance that hovered around the spot I was rubbing. “Sorry about that.”

“No you’re not.”

“You’re right, I’m definitely not. Are you?”

“No.”

“No, but…?”

“I don’t think there’s a but.” Maybe it would come later, but right then I was too blissfully fucked out to think of anything other than sleep.

Eric rolled up to a sitting position, scrubbing his face with his hands. “Fuck, I need a shower.”

I did, too, but I was probably too lazy to do more than grab a washcloth to wipe myself off.

“Do you do this a lot?” I watched him as he stood, then bent over to snag his boxers and jeans from the floor and start pulling them on.