Page 70 of Fight or Flight
“Both,” he whispers.
“And what do you say?”
“Please.”
I flip the knife around so the blade is pointed at me and press the end of one of the handles against his hole. “Good answer.”
His eyes roll back as I push it just hard enough to breach him, then lean back down so I can tongue his balls and taint. I don’t move the knife at all and just hold it in place while I tease him.
He stays still for a few seconds, then lets out a low moan and shamelessly rocks back against it.
Chuckling against his skin, I slip the handle a little deeper inside him, then trace my tongue around his stretched skin.
His breaths come out in rapid staccato bursts as his entire body shakes.
Not being able to see what I’m doing is probably cranking things up to a thousand for him, and I pull the handle of my knife out of him and replace it with my tongue.
As much as I’d love to fuck him with it, I want to get my mouth on him more.
He cries out, his entire body rocking in time with my tongue as I thrust it inside him, pushing as deep as I can get at this angle.
He’s almost delirious now, and I don’t stop him when he lets go of his legs and moves them enough that he can grip his cock.
I let him stroke himself a few times, then pull my tongue out of his ass and spit on his hole.
He stops stroking as I sit back on my heel and suck my finger into my mouth, and his hopeful but still nervous expression is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
Still keeping eye contact with him, I push my finger against him until I pop through his outer ring of muscles.
His mouth falls open in a silent cry, and I gently work my way deeper until I can stroke the pad of my finger over his prostate.
He lets out a loud cry and arches into my touch.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask as I tease his spot.
He doesn’t answer, but the way he rocks his hips to try and force me to go faster says he’s a fan.
Wanting more, I pull my finger out of him.
He makes a sound of protest, but it dies on his lips when I yank his pants and underwear down so they’re around his knees and move his legs so his feet are on the floor with his knees bent.
It’s not the best angle, and it would be easier if I took his pants all the way off, but this’ll work for what I’m planning.
Shane’s chest rises and falls with each shallow breath as I move so I’m beside him, and his cry is like music to my ears when I swallow his cock and bring him all the way to the back of my throat.
Holding him there, I slip my hand under his thighs. He jerks as I touch my finger against his taint and moans for me when I gently press it back inside him.
Working in tandem, I move over him at a fast clip, sucking hard as I rub his prostate.
“Fuck, yes. Please, so good. More, fuck,” he babbles and threads his hands in my hair so he can keep the long strands out of my face.
“Fuck, Jace, I’m gonna…”
His voice trails off, and a second later, his ass squeezes tight around my finger as he jerks and comes hard, his release filling my mouth as he lets out a long, throaty groan.
I swallow him down and keep teasing his spot until he’s a boneless puddle on the floor.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters, his dazed eyes meeting mine.
