Page 92 of Sweat

“That’s right. My perfect baby boy.” I stroke him quicker, firmer. “You gonna be a good boy and come for me?”

Bottom lip trapped between his teeth, Tommy nods fast. “Mhm.”

I climb off Tommy’s thighs and squeeze myself between him and the wall. I wrap an arm beneath his head while I keep my other hand stroking his dick.

Tucking my mouth close to Tommy’s ear, I tell him, “Listen to my voice. You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to. Understand?”

The sound Tommy makes is a lovechild between lust and desperation. I cover my mouth with his so I can drink up every little moan and whimper. He’s so lost in his own pleasure, his lips can hardly move with mine, but his tongue makes lazy attempts to mingle, and I lap it up.

I pump quicker, my room filling with the sloppy sound of my oiled up hand working his oiled up cock. “Not yet,” I murmur into Tommy’s slack mouth.

When his pleasure-sounds turn urgent, and his body trembles, I squeeze my thumb and forefingers under his raging crown and hold it there until Tommy settles.

“Not yet,” I repeat, before dragging my fist over his cock.

“Oh my God,” Tommy breathes up to the popcorn ceiling.

I jerk him fast, faster than before, until Tommy’s legs jitter across my comforter, and I stop to pinch his head again. “Not yet.”

Again, I resume with a few slow strokes before rubbing him full-force. When I sense Tommy on the verge, I stop and revel in the sight of his fat cockhead pulsing. “Not yet.”

He’s panting, quivering, and humping my fist in a gloriously untamed fashion.

“Not yet.” I let his cock lie along his abdomen. Tracing his length from stem to tip, I find his frenulum and massage the glands with my forefinger while my thumb caresses his blinking slit. I touch my forehead To Tommy’s sweaty one and tell him, “Come for me, baby. Right now. Be good for me.”

His shuddered whimper rises and falls with the heaving of his chest, and to my absolute amazement, his cock twitches and warm fluid sluices over my thumb.

Eyes wide and heart pounding, I stare into his dazed eyes and murmur, “That’s it. That’s it. Let it out.”

“Rowan,” he whines as opaque fluid pools between his flexing abs.

“Good boy.”

He shudders, eyelids fluttering, but as soon as my tongue is inside his mouth, he comes alive. A growl rumbles from his throat, hands grabbing for my hips, and he flips me on my backso quick that I yelp. He’s between my legs, hunched over, and he swallows my cock deep. He gags and slobbers all over me, gripping my base and bobbing on my shaft. The sight alone is enough to rile me up, but it’s all the feelings Tommy produces that threaten to push me over the edge.

“God, Tommy, you’re gonna make me—”

He pulls off, gasping in a breath while strings of saliva and pre-cum tether his mouth to my dick. He breaks the strands with a few strokes over my head before he sits up and brings his hand to his stomach.

“Look what you did to me,” he says, smearing his fingers through the fluid streaking down his abdomen.

“Looks good on you,” I pant, rising to my elbows.

When he brings his fingers to my mouth, I take them in. He knows how obsessed I am with the way he tastes. I suck him in to the knuckles, wash my tongue under his fingers, and swallow down his salted spunk.

There’s hunger in Tommy’s eyes as he pulls his fingers back, a fierceness I only see in bed or on a soccer pitch. Next thing I know, he’s got the baby oil in one hand, and he’s slopping it all over the same fingers I’d been sucking on.

My legs open wider before my mind knows what’s going on. Tommy grips me under one knee and pushes it up toward my chest.

“I’m not just gonna touch you,” he says, pressing his oiled fingers to my asshole. “I’m gonna fuck you.”

Holy shit.

The air leaves my lungs as a shiver courses down my spine to wrap around my balls. My cock feels harder than it ever has been, my heart beating faster. I glance at Tommy’s crotch and see his cock hasn’t deflated at all. Long, thick, and so much larger than anything I’ve had inside mebefore.

“Just my fingers. Promise,” he assures.

I must look as terrified as I feel. Part of me wants to know what it’s like to have Tommy inside me. Would he fit inside like a nesting doll, making me feel whole? He said he loves me, and even though he couldn’t have meant it, I think I might love him for real. I think I might want to be his. Completely.

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