Chapter 27 Nikolai #2
I closed my eyes and focused on the task, licking each finger and sucking hard. He gathered more cum with his other hand and pushed those fingers into my mouth as he pulled the others out. I groaned as I cleaned those digits too. I fucking loved the way he tasted.
“That’s good. You’re really working on earning the right to get off, aren’t you.”
“Yes,” I said as he withdrew his fingers. The word was barely audible. I was sure my throat would be sore for ages after the way he’d used me.
“Get on the bed on your back, legs spread.”
I did as he said. Was he going to fuck my ass now? Surely he couldn’t get hard again that fast.
He knelt and leaned down. His mouth was so close to my cock.
“Please.” I couldn’t stop myself from begging.
He pushed my legs up until they were doubled on my chest, and then he slid down further. I made a strangled sound of shock when he swiped his tongue over my hole. “Oh my God.”
“Has anyone ever eaten your ass, Nikolai?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Good. I wanted to be the first one to destroy you this way. Keep your hands above your head, and don’t even think about touching your cock.”
He shoved a pillow under my ass, lifting me up, then dug his fingers into my ass cheeks and pulled them apart.
I gasped when he flicked his tongue back and forth over my hole. Then he pushed inside me, his tongue opening me, and I whimpered, writhing against him, needing more, so much more.
He gave it to me, pushing his tongue deeper than I would have thought possible, fucking me with it until I was breathing so hard I thought I might die.
My cock had never ached like this. I had a pool of precum on my stomach.
There was no way I was going to survive this.
I was going to come whether he let me touch my cock or not.
I was too close, and this was way too fucking intense.
I struggled against the hold he had on my ass. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to get free or to get his tongue even deeper. “Please. I can’t… I can’t take it.”
“You will take it. You don’t have any choice. You fucking owe me this. I need to see you beg, to see you desperate.”
“I’m going to come. I can’t hold it back.”
“You will not come until I say you can. You deserve this punishment for saying you only want me for a good fuck. If that’s all you want, then you can damn well take whatever I give you.”
It wasn’t all I wanted, but he thrust his tongue into me again, along with a finger, using it to stretch me wider. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t possibly explain what I wanted, what I needed.
I was so close I squeezed my hands into fists and tried to focus on something other than Lorenzo’s tongue and my desperate cock, but the sensations he stirred in me were all-consuming.
Just before I lost the fight, he sat back and stared down at me. I couldn’t keep my hips still. I was lit up with need.
“You have no idea how hot you are like this, unable to stay still, cock so hard and dripping, arms over your head, held there because you want to obey, because you’ll do anything to please me.”
I wanted to protest and say that wasn’t true, but he took my cock in his hand and started stroking me. The world swam around me. The friction was so intense it hurt, but I needed more. I bucked into his hand. “More. Please. More.”
He stroked me harder, hand tightening around me. I was so close, right there. “Yes. Please.”
“Don’t come.”
“Can’t. Lorenzo!”
My cock pulsed. I couldn’t stop it. I—
He squeezed the base of my cock, stopping me just as my climax began, squeezing so tight I whimpered.
“I could keep this up all night. Bringing you to the edge, then stopping.”
I looked up at him, all thought of pride gone. “No. I’ll do anything, just let me come. You’re going to kill me.”
“You’ll make it. I already said you’re stronger than you think you are. Close your eyes now and just breathe.”
I had no idea how long he kept me there, directing me when to inhale and exhale, but finally, he began sliding his hand along my shaft again, and in no time, I was right back to the edge.
He let go, and I sobbed.
“Look at me. You’re being such a good boy. I think you can hold out a little longer.”
“No, Lorenzo, please.”
When he smiled down at me, he looked thoroughly evil. “Please what? Please let you come? Please fuck you until you pass out? What do you want?”
Jesus, he was going to break me. He was so fucking angry, and it made him so hot, but I wanted to break him too. I wanted him to let me stay, to understand that I didn’t care what he did or what his family did. “I just need you. I need to be here with you.”
“I need you too, baby.”
“Then keep me. Please.”
He avoided answering by giving my cock a long, firm stroke from tip to head, forcing me right to the edge again. “Come for me, Nikolai. Show me how much you love having me use you, fuck you, eat you.”
I cried out as his words forced my orgasm from me.
He’d made me wait so long that it was painful as cum shot from my cock, Painful and yet the deepest, wildest pleasure I’d ever felt.
It seemed to go on and on until finally, fully drained, I sank back into the mattress, dripping with sweat, unable to move.
I was sure my body had melted into a puddle.