While he restricts my air, I focus on every beat of my heart.
The heavy, warm weight of his body above mine.
The way he’s breathing behind me.
Then I realize that he’s not going to stop choking me until I give in. Until I bring one hand up to my cock and inevitably fucking lose it, because I’m not going to be able to stop myself from coming.
Oh, God.
I reach forward and wrap my fist around my dick, trailing my fingers through the precum at the tip.
My whole body reacts to the sensation and I shake.
Sev lets his grip go gentle again. “Breathe. Weston, I need you to come for me while I’m inside you.”
“Yes,” I whisper, because I’m already too close and hearing him say it is only taking me closer.
I groan as he changes his angle. Something about it gives him deeper access. He fucks me again and this time his tip is hitting my prostate.
It’s too good.
“Sev.”
“I know, baby. But I’m about to come inside you, and I need you to come with me.”
Stop calling me that.
I want to say it out loud. Demand it.
But every time he says it my cock throbs and I’m pushed closer to the brink. My body is so hot now and I listen to his voice, and I grip my own cock, and I start to stroke it in a steady rhythm.
“Knew you’d beg for me,” he utters.
“Your cock is perfect?—”
“And you aresogoddamn tight. Come for me.”
His body tenses behind me and I stroke my cock faster, matching his thrusts. An ocean of sensation wells up inside me and all at once, I know I’m past the point of return.
I moan for him as his hand grips my neck tighter one final time.
And then he loses control. I stroke myself in tandem and the wave crashes over me a split second afterward, and I’m gone.
Lost.
In oblivion, with him.
I’ve never come like this before, socompletely, and I don’t give a fuck about fighting it anymore. I call out his name as I come, then say it again lower, like a mantra I can’t stop repeating in between curses.
I belong to him in this moment.
Maybe never again, after this.
But I don’t care what that means.
My world is reducedto pure sensation as I begin to catch my breath, coming back down to reality as I slip into total physical calm. Relaxing, for what feels like the first time in far too long.
His hand releases and he drags his palm down my neck and onto my shoulder, then pulls it down the center of my back.