Chapter 12 #2
I moaned, more turned on than I should be by that idea. It wasn’t that I really wanted them to hear. But I liked the idea of people hearing me. I was an exhibitionist by nature, or I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed the cam work.
Holden tsked. “You dirty boy. You want people to hear you moaning for it, huh?”
“Maybe.”
He smirked, and it was really startling to see the difference in him once he’d been given this control. This was the Holden from our sexy cam sessions.
The Holden he’d be all the time if he could, I realized.
“Stay silent, or I’ll end this game right here and now.”
Fuck. He was so sexy when he got all dominating.
With an evil grin, he clicked the remote, and the vibrations intensified. I gasped and bit down on my lip hard to keep the moans inside.
I stroked my cock, unable to resist.
“Stop touching yourself,” Holden said.
I froze, fingers wrapped around my shaft. The unrelenting prostate massage was doing my head in. I could hardly think. My whole existence had narrowed down to the overwhelming pulse of pleasure in my ass. I squirmed, wanting more or less or something to relieve the building pressure.
“Shiloh,” Holden said firmly. “Look at me.”
I forced my eyes open, taking in his stern face hovering above mine. So handsome. So confident. He’d left the chair and was standing beside the bed so he could watch me fall apart.
“You’re going to come hands-free,” he said. “You can do that, can’t you?”
A breath shuddered out of me. “I don’t know.”
“You’ve never done it?”
I shook my head.
“Well, let’s find out.” He looked pointedly at my fingers still curled around my hard-on.
With a whimper, I forced myself to let go and flop my hand back to the bed beside me.
“Good boy,” he murmured. “Now, suck on that Ring Pop you like so much so you don’t make noise. I’m gonna turn it up.”
“Oh god,” I muttered, just before the intensity increased.
I shoved the ring in my mouth, moaning around it, sucking hard as my insides quaked.
The sensation vanished as quickly as it came.
I panted, stunned, as my ass echoed with the pulses that had shaken me. Now that they were gone, I wanted them back.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
Holden had pushed his shorts down to mid-thigh, closing a hand around his thick dick. I instantly wanted it in my mouth.
He went to his knees beside the bed, stroking, as he fumbled with the remote. “Sorry, sweet thing. I lost the plot. You’re just so sexy right now.”
The massager whirred to life, and I wondered why I’d begged for the pleasurable torture to resume. It was too much. I needed to touch myself.
“Holden, I don’t think I can—”
“Your nipples, baby. Pinch them.”
I grabbed them, tugging and twisting, relieved to have a distraction from the pressure in my core.
Holden moaned this time, and I found just enough mental space to tease him. “Uh-oh. Maybe you should muffle your noise.”
I held out my hand, ring already shiny with my saliva.
Holden dipped down, tongue flicking out to lick the tip of the candy. He shocked me. I never thought he’d take it seriously, but Holden swirled his tongue over the candy, then closed his mouth around it and groaned.
It was too much.
The pulsing in my ass, the way his cock shuttled through his fist, the slapping sound lewdly sexy. The smell of my precum hanging in the air as my cock drooled a steady stream from the prostate massage.
Holden’s mouth around that candy, looking so good I could almost feel it on me.
The dam broke, and ecstasy flooded me. It wasn’t the sudden lightning strike of my usual orgasms. It filled me up and carried me gently. I floated on and on, caught in its current, as my body trembled and my pleasure flowed out of my cock, dripping down my shaft and onto my belly.
I was dimly aware of Holden grunting and falling against the side of the bed, breathing hard.
“Too much,” I gasped as the toy continued to milk me. “Please…”
It stopped abruptly. The world came back into focus.
I lay on the bed, drenched in sweat and cum. That had been way more intense than I’d expected. I’d played around with toys like this before, but I was usually the one in control.
Holy hell.
“You okay?” Holden asked tentatively. “I didn’t overdo it, did I?”
I rolled my head in his direction. “That was a wild ride.”
He laughed. “Yeah.”
“You really do love control.” I eyed his cum-streaked hands, the only sign he’d gotten off with me. “It seems unfair I’m all naked and you’re so composed.”
He licked his lips, and the image of him sucking that candy made my body jerk with an aftershock of pleasure.
“I wasn’t composed,” he said. “Couldn’t resist coming on you.”
I looked down at the mess on my stomach. Mine. Then the cum dotting my thighs. Oh. My dick tried to twitch, but it was fully spent.
“That’s hot.”
He smiled wryly. “Closest I could get to what I really wanted.”
“What’s that?”
“Me, marking you as mine.”
My eyes widened.
“Too much?” he asked, tone worried. “I know you’re not really mine. It’s a fantasy, right?”
“Right,” I echoed, heart thudding.
So why did I feel disappointed that he wasn’t claiming me for real?