Page 35 of Broken Heat
“You don’t have to do that unless you want.” Mykel’s words came out on a couple of rushed breaths.
“It’s okay, though?” I held myself back as his cock swung toward me.
Mykel started to grin. His eyes rolled up. “Of course, Elon.”
His smile made me realize he was enjoying his job. I hoped to make him enjoy it more. I had not had freedom like this with another person. Ever. And I wanted to take advantage of it.
I put his cock back into my mouth and something happened to my brain. I lost all sense of time and reason. All I knew was I needed this activity. I wanted this man all over me, his scent, his warmth, his allure.
I put everything I had into feeling his body respond. His pleasure became mine. His groans were like music. His quivering muscles matched my own excitement.
When he cried out, I was surprised. I mean, I knew his orgasm was coming. I could feel it in the throb of his shaft and the increased swelling of the head, but I had almost convinced myself this was going to last forever.
He came hard, pulsing into the back of my throat. I gulped him as if I’d been starving for years. In a way, I had been.
When I pulled off the head, I was still catching my breath, sated from the feeling of his seed inside me. I’d done this for Coah a few times, but he usually didn’t come in my mouth. He always wanted to fuck me. And that was also fine, but this—this was everything. I wanted to roll and bask in this contentment.
My own cock was stone-hard, but I didn’t need any immediate release. I was reeling, staring up as if the ceiling had opened and I could see right through it.
I felt Mykel move his legs. Then a hand on my forehead.
“Elon, are you all right?”
“That was great.” I grinned up into his blurred face.
“But you’ve done that before.”
I nodded. “I guess this was different. I could feel the surge of energy all around us.”
“You could have latent empathic abilities.”
“If I do, they just awakened.”
Mykel petted my hair and I enjoyed the touch. He sat up and propped me with my back against his chest, holding me lightly and asking, “Is this okay?”
“Oh yes. I need to lean against something.”
He laughed softly, his breath brushing through my hair.
“I like being held,” I said.
When the silence stretched, I wondered if I’d said something wrong. I wanted to know what he was thinking. What he wanted next. For that matter, what did I want next?
Finally, Mykel said in a low voice. “I’ll hold you as long as you wish.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. My cock tingled and stretched, begging for touch, but I ignored it. I felt too good to move or change things up in this moment.
His legs were spread on either side of me, and I pressed my entire weight into him. I felt his cock, still half hard and damp, against my lower back. It made me feel like we were mixing ourselves together. That we were connecting on levels I couldn’t define.
People had casual sex all the time. I wondered how. How did they do it? If it felt like this, it wouldn’t be casual at all.
But this was a therapy session, I reminded myself. A temporary procedure. I was going to have to pick myself up and separate from Mykel at some point.
Mykel’s hands rested against my chest just below my pecs. I placed my palms over the tops of his wrists and pressed. “Tighter,” I whispered.
His embrace strengthened and he shifted so that I felt even more embraced. I turned my head into him and my cheek pressed his left nipple. He shifted again and suddenly he was cradling me.
He knew. He knew what I wanted before I did. To be nurtured, coddled, cuddled. How?
