Resist (Sphere of Irony 3)

Gavin nods, leading me into the bedroom. He tugs me close, his mouth covering mine. I open and his tongue thrusts in, hungry and desperate. Gavin pulls back, his blue eyes bright and lust-crazed. “Lay down, gorgeous. I’ll be right back.”

When he leaves the room, I do as he said, shuffling to the center of the large bed. While lying in silence

, waiting for Gavin to return, my anxiety attempts to take over. But when the gorgeous, naked man enters the room and I see his perfect face, flushed with excitement, I know that this is where I belong. Gavin is the one meant for me.

Gavin climbs up onto the bed, crawling over until he’s kneeling between my legs. The urge to reach up and taste him—his tan skin, those addictive piercings in his dark nipples, his thick cock—the visual stimulation nearly overwhelms me. My hands twitch at my sides.

“Stay still,” he commands, a playful look in his eye. He tosses a bottle of lube and a condom onto the bed.

“I want to touch you,” I groan, my hand drifting down to fist my own cock.

“You will,” he teases. “Let me pleasure you first. I’m going to take care of you, Mitch. Make you feel so good.”

My hips jerk at his seductive words. “Jesus, Gavin.”

Large hands wrap around my ankles, slowly sliding up my legs until they bump into my groin. He squeezes my thigh muscles, just hard enough to make my dick jump in anticipation.

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” I pant.

“I hope not,” he laughs. Then Gavin stretches out over me, covering me with his body, our cocks sliding together.

I gulp. “Shit. You feel so good.”

“Just wait. It gets so much better,” he mumbles. Gavin drops his mouth to mine, nipping at my lips before giving me a deep, languid kiss. Our tongues tangle, swiping inside each other’s mouths, going deeper with each pass. His piercings brush across my chest, stimulating my own nipples. When he pulls back, I moan in frustration.

“Patience.” Gavin lowers his head to my neck, biting and licking a searing path down to my chest. “Gorgeous,” he croons as he laves one nipple, bringing it to a tight peak as I squirm beneath him.

“Fuck, Gav. I need more.” My hands wrap around his head, slipping my fingers through his soft hair. Gavin moves to the other side, torturing that nipple as well until both are tingling and red.

“I know,” he whispers against my skin, moving lower to lick a path across my stomach. My abs clench when he nips at the tight band of muscle on the side of my hip.

“Fuck!”

Gavin sucks on the sensitive spot, teasing it with his mouth until I know for sure there’s going to be a mark there. The thought makes my rigid cock even harder.

His tongue makes it’s way back to the center of my body, swirling around my navel before dipping lower. I watch, nearly undone as he laps up the slick precome that coats my skin.

“Mmmmm, you taste so fucking good, Mitch. Your dick is so fucking big.” Gavin stares at me as he opens his mouth and swallows my cock until it hits the back of his throat.

“Fucking shit! Ungh! God, Gavin. Ohmygod, ohmygod…” My breath hitches as the pleasure builds steadily in my balls. When the pressure becomes too much and I’m about to blow, Gavin pulls off and wraps a hand around the base of my cock, squeezing hard to cut off my orgasm. “Fuu-uuck!” I thrash my head on the pillow, frantic for relief.

“I know, baby, I know,” Gavin murmurs. “I want you to come with me.”

“Shit…Gav, I can’t…”

“You can. It’s going to be so good.” Strong hands maneuver my legs apart, placing my feet flat on the bed. A finger lightly skims from behind my balls down the crease and I moan. “God, you’re so responsive. I can’t wait to fuck you, baby.”

“Do it,” I growl, my need to come is so great I feel as if my entire body is a lit firework, the fuse growing shorter with each passing second, getting ready to explode.

“Not yet, baby. I have to prep you. Plus, I’ve been dying to taste you.” Gavin shifts his hands to the back of my thighs, folding my legs back towards my chest. Before I can ask what he’s doing, a hot, wet tongue slides between my ass cheeks, circling the sensitive hole.

My eyes squeeze shut from the pleasure. “Fuuu-uuk! Shit, shit, shit… Oohhh god!” I’d heard about rimming before, but never in a million years did I think I’d enjoy it, certainly not to this extent.

Gavin continues licking up and down my crease, driving me absolutely insane. The sounds I’m making don’t even seem human. When he curls his tongue and spears it into my tight hole, I lose my goddamn mind.

“God! Fuuuck! Gavin, please! I-I can’t… fuck me! Now!”

My legs are lowered and his talented mouth retreats. In between ragged breaths I hear the click of a cap. Gavin returns, a cold finger probing behind my balls. His fingertip circles the puckered skin gently.