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“I thought so.” Corey looked too pleased with himself. “So it’s up to you. You can hang on as long as you want. But…”
“But what?”
“But the clock starts again at midnight. Tomorrow, you’re not allowed to come until after the talent show.”
Corey moved forward and ran his hands up Tal’s legs, pressing his fingers into the seam of his hips and thighs.
“Maths,” Tal blurted.
Corey widened his eyes. “Okay. Then you get a choice. Blow job in here or in bed.”
“Here.”
Corey ran his fingers back up Tal’s thighs and he thought he’d touch his cock, but he didn’t. Instead, he leaned in and sucked his nipple. Tal felt the pull all the way down to his aching balls.
“Move so the tip of your cock is out of the water,” Corey told him.
Tal curled his fingers around the lip of the tub and lifted his backside. Corey blew across the top of his dick and Tal gave a loud groan. The sensation of having his balls in the bubbling water, his cock out scenting the night air while Corey’s hot breath whispered over him, was exquisite. But then Corey pushed his tongue in the slit at the top of his crest and Tal shuddered with how good it felt.
He tipped his head back and closed his eyes. It was snowing again. He could feel the flakes hitting his face, feel the head of his cock rubbing the inside of Corey’s cheek, feel his tongue swirling around, then up and down and—expert as he was at not coming until he was told to—he could feel his body readying to explode.
As if Corey knew or had guessed, he wrapped his fingers around the base of Tal’s cock and squeezed hard enough to stop the fuse wire burning. Corey had his balls in his mouth—how was he holding his breath this long? —separating them with his tongue, sucking gently. Without that pressure at the base of his cock, he’d have come. But he didn’t.
Corey surfaced, smiled at him, then went back to mouth up his length and over the top time after time. Tal was concentrating so hard on not coming that a sharp pain flared between his eyes. He moaned as Corey’s mouth performed some ingenious magic before he pulled back and fluttered his tongue at a superhuman speed over the top of his cock. Yet that hold on the base stopped him coming. Pleasure, pain, frustration all warred inside him. Then Corey came out of the water again and stared at him.
“Fuuuuck,” Tal groaned.
Corey’s finger was teasing the tight ring of muscles at the entrance to his body.
“Oh God,” Tal gulped.
He stifled a cry as Corey’s finger slid in, curved upward and touched his prostate, then massaged it. Tal wondered if itwas possible to die from too much pleasure. His balls tightened beneath Corey’s hold.
“P-please,” Tal stuttered.
Corey looked into his eyes, nodded, then dropped his head beneath the water and engulfed Tal’s cock as he let go of his balls.
It didn’t take much. One long suck, Tal’s eyes closed, and he came, spurting into Corey’s mouth, jet after jet pumping from his shaft until he wondered if he could stop, wondered if he’d choke him.
When he was finally free of Corey’s hold, he opened his eyes to see Corey still under the water. He hoped he wasn’t going to need CPR because he was having trouble breathing himself. Just as he reached for him, Corey breached like a whale and splashed down, just as fireworks exploded in the sky.
They both turned and gaped, then burst out laughing.
Fourteen
Tal woke in the night and didn’t know where he was. Yes, he was in bed, but he expected to feel Corey next to him, expected to see the shadows of the hotel room, a glow at the edges of the bathroom door but all he could see and feel was mist. And he was cold. Really cold. He sucked in a noisy breath, felt Corey stir next to him, saw the shadows of the hotel room return but his heart was beating fast. That had been strange. A nightmare? He was still cold. Tal burrowed back under the duvet and Corey pulled him in close, pressing himself against Tal’s back. Corey’s warmth seeped into him and Tal sighed as his heart calmed.Just a bad dream.
When he woke in the morning, it was to find Corey jacking off in front of him.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” Corey said. “No touching me. No touching yourself.”
Tal couldn’t take his eyes off him. Agony. Ecstasy.
Corey gave him a running commentary as he headed toward completion and Tal wanted to curse and laugh at the same time. When Corey licked come from his fingers, Tal growled, took hold of Corey’s hand and licked his fingers.
“Oh my God,” Corey whispered. “You are so greedy.”
Tal laughed.
