Page 33 of Don't Scare Me, My Love

My mouth watered. “What crazy things?”

The bed shook as he pushed himself on top of me. “You’d like to know that, wouldn’t you?” His legs framed me as he pressed his bulge into mine, his mouth hovering over me, aiming for a kiss but not taking it. “Things like this, for instance.” He leaned closer, his lips only a millimeter away, but he still didn’t go for it.The corners of his mouth twitched. “Do you like this? Do you like me being a tease?”

I swallowed. “You’ve been teasing me all week. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like it.”

“What if I brought you all the way to an orgasm but stopped at the last moment, delaying that last edge that you then so desperately want to be pushed over? But you can’t take care of it yourself because I’ve tied up your hands? How about I fuck you, but don’t stop when I come? I just keep going on, and you don’t know if you’ll ever leave my bed again. Doesn’t that scare you?”

My cock was throbbing. That didn’t sound scary. It sounded like the stuff that my dreams were made of. “My dick certainly isn’t scared of it,” I replied. The truth was, I loved being fucked, but because I was tall, guys always assumed that I was a top—which I didn’t mind being, yes, but the best orgasms I‘ve had were when I was on the receiving end. “My ass isn’t either,” I added, leaving my mouth open so he knew I was ready for him to enter me whenever he wanted.

“Once I start, I won’t stop.” Jason licked his lips. “I will not tie up your hands. I want to make sure that you trust me completely first. But I’m going to keep my promise that you won’t get any sleep tonight and that you’ll be sweatingandbegging for more.”

“We’ll see who lasts longer,” I replied, pulling him into another kiss.

He thrust his hips forward, rubbing our bulges against each other. His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, to my right nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, then bit into it—soft enough not to hurt me but strong enough to send shivers through my body.

I spread my legs to give him more room to work, and he eagerly climbed between them while nibbling on my left nipple and kneading my dick through my pants.

His lips moved further down, and when he reached my stomach, he brushed his entire face into it, rubbing his beard against my hair. He inhaled deeply while his fingers already moved on to unbutton my jeans. I lifted my ass as he pulled them down. He left my underpants on, but my dick was so hard that it was already sticking out through the waistband. He licked his lips at the sight and brought his nose close to breathe in me again.

A lustful moan escaped his mouth.

As if his motor was now running at full speed, his fingers slipped underneath the waistband, pulling my briefs down and exposing my cock. He pushed my legs up as if he wanted to see everything: my dick, my balls, my hole.

I was so damn hard that if he’d ordered me to cum, I could have done it. Not that I had any desire for such a quick end. On the contrary. I wanted what he had suggested. I wanted him to tease me. I wanted him to play with me, to shove his dick in me and screw me until the sun came up. We would only stop fucking to go to work, where he would tease me whenever he got the chance, undress me with his gaze and then bring me back here to fuck me for another night, rob me of my sleep—only to repeat it over and over again.

He grabbed my dick and pulled the foreskin down. My glans grew as it peeked out, bringing a smile to his face. He licked over it, over my shaft, over my balls, and then buried his tongue in my crack.

He licked over my pucker, moaning as if this was the treat that he was hoping for this Halloween. I opened my mouth wide, inhaled sharply, and held my breath.

“Don’t hold back,” he ordered me. “We’re the only ones around for two miles. Let me hear you enjoy it.”

I let go. My moan reverberated through the room.

“Yeah, just like that,” he praised me, eating out my ass like there was no tomorrow while his right hand jerked me off.

I arched my back. The combined sensations of what he was doing to my body were so intense that I didn’t know where to focus. My moans increased as I could feel an orgasm building. He stroked me more and more, increasing his speed, and just as I was only a second away from shooting my load, he let go of me completely. He pulled his hands back, as well as his mouth.

The smirk on his face spoke volumes.

I wanted to reach for my dick and finish the job myself, but as if he had seen it coming, he grabbed my hands and pushed them into the mattress.

“See? No need to tie you up.”

“You’re killing me,” I panted.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” He opened his mouth wide and hovered it over my glans, but instead of taking it in, he stuck out his tongue and licked off the pre-cum. “In France, they call an orgasm apetite mort—a little death. I don’t want you to die, Nicholas.”

“I will die eventually, like everyone else.”

“Not tonight, you will. But you will have an orgasm worthy of that euphemism.” He let go of my hands and pushed my left leg up. “Turn around.”

I obeyed his command, lying down on my stomach and spreading my legs wide for him. He rubbed the palms of his hands over my glutes before they rushed to his pants.

As I heard him unbuckle his belt, I glanced over my shoulder. He pulled his pants off, his dick popping out, standing strong and straight over me. His shaft was thick, adorned by a single vein, his balls firm. The view was magnificent.

“I know you’re in charge,” I said, reaching behind my back with my right hand and grabbing this cock. “But only of my orgasms, not my hands.”

He knelt on the bed and brought his dick a little closer so I could wrap my hands around it all the way. He leaned over me, put his hand on my head, and guided it to the pillow. “Relax and close your eyes, but keep doing what you’re doing.”

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