It’s torture. Because the way his body opens up for me, the way he looks at me as I tunnel in and out of that tight, wet hole…
It’s indescribable.
My cock drags out of him before slowly pushing back in. A bead of sweat rolls down my cheek as my cockhead rests right at his opening before pushing slowly back inside.
I never sweat during sex, always making sure it’s quick and methodical. But this has been a feat of epic proportions. My Everest.
It’s also my punishment.
“Please,” he begs, his fingers holding on to me tightly, his blue eyes watering. “Please.”
“Begging won’t help. You can go longer.”
I lift one of his legs and drive into him, hitting his prostate and making his eyes roll into the back of his head. But before he can come, before he can find his sweet release, I pull out and stare down at him.
I need this moment as much as he does.
This is too raw, too real.
All these feelings are bubbling up inside me. It’s a desperate feeling.
It’s something I’ve never felt in my entire life.
“Whit,” he moans as I swipe at my damp forehead.
“You too sore, Caleb?” I ask as I apply more lube to my cock and his hole. I’ve almost gone through a whole bottle.
“Never,” he breathes as I press a finger inside him and crook it.
“Good boy.”
Then I lean down and take his cock into my mouth. The third time tonight, bringing him to the edge once more before pulling off.
“No, keep going,” he pants, frantic.
“No. On your knees,” I say, wiping the back of my hand against my swollen mouth.
“Can’t.”
“On your knees, Caleb.”
He rolls over and moans, fucking his cock into the mattress like he needs relief.
“Do not come on the sheets,” I say, my arms shaking from exhaustion as I lift his hips and push my way back inside him. Until he’s breathless, until he’s begging me to stop.
“Enough,” he moans. “Enough. Please, Whit. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Enough.”
I exhale, realizing that he’s learned his lesson. And so have I.
I pull out and flip him over, his body lax, completely limp.
“I’m going to watch you come now,” I murmur, and he lets out arelieved breath. Then I enter him again, the squelch of my cock pushing into him a filthy, needy sound.
His eyes close as I pound into him, throwing both his legs over my shoulders and thrusting forward. The headboard bangs into the wall from the frenzied movements, Caleb nearly folded in half as his entire body shudders and shakes.
He’s groaning so loudly, I’m sure they can hear us outside, but neither of us cares.
All that matters is this.