We Have Till Dawn

An inexperienced man with bottled-up exhibitionist fantasies. This could get wild.

“Sometimes I just want my hands down your pants,” he said quietly. I bit back a groan. He stroked me unhurriedly from base to tip, twisting his grip slightly, then down again. “I want to see you come. Lie down on your back.”

I didn’t hesitate for a second. I turned around and dropped onto my back, and Gideon crawled over me so he was straddling my thighs.

“I made you this hard,” he whispered, seemingly to himself. “I can say whatever I want, and you won’t answer. You don’t realize how liberating that is. To not have to think twice about every word that comes out of my mouth.” He stroked me a little faster and tightened his grip, and I had to grit my teeth to hold back any noises. “My sexy, beautiful little toy. I’m going to fuck every hole possible in your body.”

He was killing me.

His breathing was coming out faster, making me wonder if he was stroking himself at the same time. It felt like that should be my job.

“You don’t understand,” he muttered. “The past two days, I’ve felt the levees break within me, figuratively speaking. When I say every hole possible, I mean it. Like sliding my cock between your buttocks until I come all over them. Like slowly pushing inside your wet mouth. Like sleeping with my cock buried in your ass.”

Fuck me!

I sucked in a breath, then smashed my lips together. I went rigid. If I didn’t tense up, I’d move. I’d fucking throw myself at him. I’d moan, plead, and gasp.

“I think I want the first one I mentioned right now,” he said, out of breath. “Turn around again, please. I have this vision stuck in my head, and I can’t get it out.” He kept talking while I scrambled into position on my stomach. “I want to see the come spurt out of my cock and soak you.”

I did the only thing I could do—I buried my face in the pillow and screamed internally.

Holy hell, where had this man come from?

“You can’t come yet,” he warned, pushing his cock between my ass cheeks. Then he pressed them together, creating a tight sleeve for his slick cock. Whether it was lube or pre-come, I didn’t know, but it was maddeningly hot. “This is what I’ve fantasized about for so long. A lovely boy existing for my needs.” He let out the sexiest groan I’d ever heard, and I could almost cry. I was so goddamn hard. “I’m going to take care of you too.”

Please do, before I come on the sheets like a preteen.

He started panting. “I want to sleep between your legs with your cock in my mouth. That’s my plan, and I won’t let you distract me.”

I tried so hard, but I couldn’t stop a whimper from slipping out between my lips, the low sound hopefully muffled by the pillow. He was seriously killing me. My cock hurt, my balls ached, a sharp current of sheer horniness buzzed through me without an end in sight, and my lungs burned for air.

Then he stopped. Or slowed down. And with a rough, raspy moan, he jerked forward and started coming. Hot splashes of his come landed along my spine.

I wanted to scream.

My mind was swimming in images of what I was desperate for, and I lost my mental footing. I existed in a place of decadent fantasies, and I reached for them all. Him fucking me hard, me deep-throating him, him nursing from my cock, me on my knees, our bodies intertwined, sweaty fucking, pleading moans, and twisted sheets.

Gideon called me a filthy mess as he slipped his cock out from between my ass cheeks, and then he told me he was going to clean me up.

“Lie still. I’ll be back.”

I counted the seconds.

I tried to unclench, but I couldn’t. I hadn’t even noticed I was white-knuckling the sheet.

When he came back, he dragged a warm washcloth over my lower body, and it took all my willpower not to squirm and push into his touch. Thankfully, he didn’t leave. Once he was done, he threw the washcloth somewhere, then rolled me over, and in a fluid motion, he joined me in bed and sucked my cock into his mouth.

The relief and the pleasure exploded inside of me, and I moaned. I moaned loudly. I broke the rules and threaded my fingers into his hair; I eased my cock deeper into him, and I acted like a desperate slut. To be fair, I fucking was.

“I’m sorry, can’t help it,” I gasped. “Fuck, that’s amazing.”

I could tell he’d probably never done this before, but it just worked. It felt so damn good, and he sucked me hard and wetly. No one needed finesse and grace. Or rhythm, for that matter. All that existed was my cock in his mouth—and his tongue. Madonn’, how he used his tongue.