Page 17 of For Your Heart
“I didn’t get to choke on you last time,” he says quietly as he drops to his knees in front of me.
“If you do, I’m probably going to spill right away,” I blurt.
He smiles and my stomach jumps. Crikey, he’s beautiful.
“No, you won’t,” he says. “You won’t come until I’m in your ass. You’re going to let me choke you down until I’m satisfied, and then I’m going to fuck you. Only when you’re riding my dick are you allowed to come. Understand?”
My eyes are too wide as I stare at him in awe. In horror. Utter disbelief. “How do I stop it?”
“You’ll figure it out.”
“But I—” His hand on my dick stops my words and makes my hips heave off the bed.
“Uh, uh,” he says. “Stay still.”
The whine I let out when he strokes me is pathetic. I don’t stay still, even through the first few strokes. How can I? Damon Whitaker is touching me!
“If you can’t stay still, I’m going to make you.” His eyes flick to mine and I can see that he’s serious. A thrill races through me and my dick leaks. “Keep your ass planted on this bed. Keep your hands on either side of your legs. And you will not come until my dick is buried in your sweet, tight ass. Am I clear?”
I swallow and nod. What choice do I have?
Then his mouth is on me. He wastes no time with his tongue or teasing. He just brings my length to the back of his throat. My hands are tangled in the comforter so tightly that every muscle in my arms strain as I try desperately to hold myself still for him. My jaw already aches from grinding my teeth as I try to hold my orgasm back.
It’s right there. Teetering on the edge.
He swallows my dick to the base, and I cry out. My hand comes off the bed, but he’s obviously paying attention and grabs my hand, slapping it back beside me where he wants it. It’s a true act of strength to abide by his demands. What I’m leaking as he swallows and chokes on my dick—yes, he’s making delicious choking and gagging sounds that only make my balls drive tighter to my body—it’s more than pre-cum. This is like a pre-entrée. Or maybe a side dish. More than an appetizer, but not quite the full event.
His efforts make me whine and then words begin to tumble out of my mouth as I beg him. I need release. Ineedto come. “It hurts,” I whine. “Please, Damon. Please. Please. I need to come. I need it. It hurts.”
He doesn’t let me go until I’m almost in tears. When he finally pops off, he’s smiling at me. His lips graze mine and I groan, my hand moving to my cock. He stops it before I touch myself. “No. This is mine tonight. You don’t touch unless I tell you to.”
“You’re trying to kill me,” I say.
He chuckles and gets to his feet. “Hands flat on the bed. Keep your legs spread.”
I do as he says and watch him slowly take his clothes off. Slowly. Did I say slowly? It’s not exactly a show, but he’s aware that I’m raptly watching, holding my breath as he reveals another inch of skin. Will he let me lick him all over? I want to taste every bit of his body.
Then I get to suffer through the torture of watching him jerk his cock. It’s so perfect. So incredibly my exact unicorn size. Aches, but doesn’t really hurt. Stretches, but not too much. Fills me just right so he hits every inch of sensitive nerve endings, keeps me blissfully aware that he’s there.
Damon rolls the condom on and then strokes himself again while he lubes up. “You want me to prep you?”
I shake my head.
“You want to do it?”
I shake my head again.
He doesn’t answer as I stare at his cock, watching the movement of his hand. Though he doesn’t answer right away, his hand doesn’t stop moving either. “You don’t want prep at all?”
I shake my head.
“Look at me, Sage.”
It takes a good amount of effort to do so, but I finally tear my eyes from his glorious dick to his eyes. “No prep,” I say, breathless. “I… uh, played this morning. I’m fine.”
The half smile he gives me makes my stomach flutter. “Move up the bed.”
I do. Scrambling in my haste and probably looking like a fool as I get tangled in the blankets. But he follows me right away. There’s a thrill in the way he looks at me. Like he’s going to devour me. Wreck me. Own me.
