Page 37 of Broken Heat
“You already know the main one. That your heats have been blocked by protective barriers. I do think it’s emotional, not physical, and I think we can work with that.”
It was what I’d hoped to hear.
It was so intimate the way we were tangled up in the bed. I trembled all over. I wanted—more. More pushing through emotional barriers.
Mykel’s hand slowly petted my sternum. I placed my fingers on his wrist and led it further downward. My cock was aching and damp, curved toward my lower belly. His knuckles brushed the tip and I moaned.
He petted me gently, then took my cock in his hand and began to squeeze and tug. My balls drew up and quite quickly I was on the verge of coming.
“Can you let go?” Mykel whispered in my ear.
“Keep doing that and I’ll have no choice.” I should have just said yes. I was the one who’d led his hand there. I was overthinking everything.
I moved my head back and forth. He held me tight against him and jerked me off until I felt the overwhelming sweet currents run all up and down my body and into my balls. My cock jerked and I sprayed a hard arc of white into the air. It landed on my chest followed by several more.
Mykel milked me through my orgasm until my toes tingled and I was nearly shivering.
He turned me on the bed so he could run his hands all over me. I hadn’t asked him to—or had I? I spread my legs and he knelt at my side, his big cock hard again. Would he knot me now if I asked? It was part of my therapy if I wanted it.
But I didn’t want to rush. I’d just come and I was still very aroused from that. Or maybe ready for more. It didn’t matter. Mykel’s hands were heaven.
“I want you to maintain this feeling for as long as you can. Just feel. Let yourself be in this moment unafraid and knowing you’re not alone.”
As he spoke, I was staring at his cock, which was bobbing and beautiful and pink-edged and had my mind imagining him rubbing it all over me along with his hands.
He gave me a wonderful frontal massage as I was thinking my dirty thoughts, his palms sweeping over my chest, fingers rubbing my nipples. He ignored my cock, which lay still tumescent on my thigh, and drew circles on my abdomen, cupped and petted my balls, then massaged the muscles of my thighs and calves.
As he worked, I fixated more on his cock, stretched long, curved upward, sometimes brushing against my hip or thigh. I stared at the tip which bulged, and into the crease gently sloping into his tiny hole. It was so full and pretty. I ached to look at him.
If he noticed my staring, he didn’t mention it, or distract me.
Finally, his lovely hands moved upward again to my center. He brushed his palm against the underside of my cock, then took it in hand. Without a word, he lowered his head and began to lick the head.
I jerked in startled wonder.
He licked up and down the shaft, his tongue working wet and fast, making it stand up straight, making a deep throb work its way from my gut to my balls to the base of my shaft. I bent my knees and thrust up at the over-sensitivity.
He licked harder and faster until at long last, like I was waiting for my body to take a breath, he sucked the head into his mouth.
It was like being lightning-struck. My world tilted. And when he sucked down, everything in my mind went blank. I forgot my own name. There was only Mykel’s mouth and a deep slicing pleasure all through my veins that quickly pooled at the base of my spine.
I counted how many times he sucked up and then down my shaft. Two. The second time he came up and tickled his tongue against the head of my cock I burst into a thousand pieces.
I lost track of everything but that mouth. I could feel myself spurting into that warm, wet heat and I yelled in blinding pleasure.
He kept his mouth on me, one hand caressing my balls until I was done.
Okay, now we were even.
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Mykel –Teacher Mode
“Inever had that happen before.”
Elon looked up at me with wide blue eyes.
I didn’t understand what he was saying. Did he think he’d come too fast? Or was he referring to the second orgasm so soon after the first?
