Page 69 of Whiskey Throttle
Her hands move to my ass, nails digging in to the point it’s painful. I probably deserve it, but getting a rise out of her is just my way.
“Dream on, baby.”
Her dropping that word on me brings a smile to my face. Everything with her is challenging and easy all at the same time. I can’t figure out why it works, but it just does.
She takes me into her mouth again, this time with a renewed vigor that sends a shockwave of pleasure through my body. Her head bobs, taking me deeper with each motion. Her tongue works magic, swirling and licking. The pressure is right there. Right at the base of my cock. I don’t need much, but I want this to last a hell of a lot longer.
I have to resist. Hold back. Her nails dig into my ass. The sting heightens every sensation. I groan, pump my hips into her face. Her eyes hold mine, bold and undaunting. When a hand loosens from my ass cheek, I grunt in relief. Yet when it finds its way around the top of my balls, gripping them in a choke hold. My cock slips from her mouth, but her hand doesn’t loosen.
“I was close.”
The whine is heavy in my voice. Her mouth is glistening, and her tongue flicks the tip. Teasing, sexy, and intentional.
“I know.”
That little sinner.
Her mouth returns. Her tongue presses firmly against the underside of my shaft as she begins to move, slowly at first, then building momentum. She moans around me, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
Her eyes never leave mine. It’s erotic and intimate. My connection to her grows with every new experience we share. I hope she feels the same. With her strangling my balls, her nails still at my ass, the pressure to come starts over. Building at the base of my spine.
My balls are tingling again.
My cock is harder than before.
I hit the back of her throat. She relaxes, allowing me to slide even further in. Grunts and groans are flooding out of me. We set a pace, give and take. Thrusting and swallowing.
It’s fucking heavenly.
My orgasm is so fucking close that my focus blurs, not seeing her as sharply anymore. Then she pops off, squeezes the shit out of my balls, and kills my orgasm.
“What the hell, Babs?”
She licks her lips. Flashes me a wicked smile and rubs my ass to soothe away the pain and my frustration.
“You don’t like being edged?”
The taunting tone gets me even more frustrated. She knows exactly what the fuck she’s doing.
“Never in the history of the planet has a guy ever liked to be edged.”
My cock is softening. My balls have a dull ache with the buildup and pull back of now two orgasms. My ass has permanent indentations from her claw nails that so gently swirled her clit. Yet I get pain, hurt, and edging.
“What the hell?”
My voice rises when she doesn’t answer. I grab her hand from my ass, squeeze it once, and release it. I don’t know if I should get myself off. Ask her to finish blowing me. Pick her up and fuck her bare against the wall, or walk the fuck out of here with a raging case of blue balls.
Her smile only grows wider. More wicked as she looks up at me from her knees.
“You only live once, Hollister. And today, you’re living on my terms.”
I shake my head, completely confused. This is part of a game? Her game? What’s happening?
“I don’t know what you’re even talking about.”
Admitting that aloud sounds like defeat. Suddenly, I don’t want to play with her anymore. It’s turning into a mind fuck. That’s the last thing I want. My hand cups under her armpit, helping her to her feet.
The smirk falls from her face. Replaced by a surprised look as those dark eyes stare through me.
