Page 29 of Oliver

I hear him sliding off the condom. “Roll over,” he tells me, and I do, my arse still bare and my cock still leaking profusely and straining against my briefs. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he says as he stares at my cock and the large wet spot it’s created. He leans over and presses a kiss to the tip and I whimper. Then he’s holding up the condom that I’d assumed he’d discarded and says, “open up, beautiful.” I do and he positions the used condom over my mouth, and then tilts it, letting his spunk slide out, and onto my tongue.

“God, have mercy,” he murmurs as he watches me, and I can’t help the sense of pride that fills me. “Don’t swallow yet.”

I do as he says and let it gather on my tongue, holding my mouth open as the last bit slips inside. He tosses the condom and then climbs on top of me and licks inside my mouth, tasting himself on me, moaning as he does. Fuck, it’s so damn filthy and so fucking erotic, my cock is ready to burst. “Now swallow,” he says, and I do.

“God, Oli, the things you do to me.” He runs his fingers through my hair as he stares down at me and I grip his hips. I thrust up into him and he smirks.

“Do you need something?”

I nod as I continue to gyrate.

“What do you need?” he says, the little prick. He bloody well knows what I need. He fucking did this to me.

“I need to come,” I tell him, my voice raspy. “Please?”

He leans down and kisses me again, slow and languid. “Later,” he says, pulling away. He scoots down and gazes at my very hard cock. Then tortures me by leaning down and licking a stripe up my shaft. “I like you like this, Oli. You’re so pretty. So fucking hard for me. You’re going to stay this way for a while.” I squirm and shake my head, and he grips my hair again, pulling enough to make me stop. “I told you you would hurt for me, Oli, remember?” I feel tears filling my eyes again but nod. “Good boy,” he says, and my heart leaps right along with my dick. “We’re going to eat dinner first, and then go for a swim in the lake again. And maybe after that, if you’re really good, I’ll let you come, okay? But you’re going to stay hard for me until then.” My eyes widen and I open my mouth but he puts a finger to my lips. “Are you safewording, baby?”

I shake my head furiously even as my cock throbs. Fuck, he’s a monster. He edged me yesterday for a few minutes and it was torture. This time it will be a few hours.

“What’s your color?”

“Green,” I squeak out.

He grins and kisses me again. “I want you to change into your speedo, and then you’re going to wear it while I make us dinner and we eat. You will stroke yourself if you lose your erection, but you will not come. Understand?”

Jesus Christ. I nod, even as tears slide down my cheeks. He kisses me yet again and murmurs, “Good boy,” against my lips.

He climbs off of me and moves out of the small bedroom to the main area of the RV while I slip out of my underwear and into my speedo. I’m big enough it barely contains me when I’m this hard, the tip of my cock almost peeking out at the top.

Hunter purrs when I enter the room, licking his lips. “Beautiful.”

I flush and kiss him. “Can I help with dinner?”

He shakes his head and holds up the patties he pulled out of the refrigerator. “I’m going to go grill these. You can join me or stay inside. Just make sure you stay hard.”

“I can’t go out there like this,” I retort. “God, I’ll get arrested.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” he says, a twinkle in his eyes, then pecks my lips.

I pout, my bottom lip jutting out and my arms crossed over my chest. He grins and heads outside.

I last two minutes before I’m joining him, damn the consequences. If anyone happens to come by I’ll hide myself or go back inside, but I don’t want to be alone.

I try reading my book while I sit and wait for him to make the hamburgers but give up after only a few minutes. I huff as I set it aside.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking back at me.

“I can’t read my bloody book without getting even harder,” I grouse, and he grins.

“You like it?”

“Yes, but I’d like it more if I could fucking come.”

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he says. “And then we’ll swim.”

Christ it’s taking everything in me not to hump the nearest goddamn tree, or rub up against Hunter and blow my load. This is bloody torture.

I have to stroke myself during dinner as my erection fades and Hunter watches me with an intensity that has my cheeks flushing and my cock twitching. Bloody hell.

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