Chapter 9 #3
Meanwhile, my brain whirrs. What did he mean?
The question will join the thousands of other questions I’ve wanted to ask him.
As if he senses my sharpening curiosity, his hands become more aggressive, making me sink farther into the mattress, dulling all my senses except for the loveliness of touch.
My cock rubs against the sheets, sending a flash of heat through my tiredness.
Without my permission, my hips begin to thrust, and Mac’s hands pause.
“Turn over,” he says hoarsely.
I roll onto my back and blink blearily at the light.
He’s sitting at my side, his sleeves rolled up.
My dick springs up, pointing at him, and I give a sigh of relief as he wraps his long fingers around it.
His grip is firm and just perfect, and he gazes down at his stroking hand, his expression oddly distant.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
He looks up, startled, and then gives me a wry smile before bending close. I whimper as his mouth finds mine, his full lips plush and so soft against mine. How can such a chilly man have such warm lips? But is he really cold?
He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth, and suddenly I’m back with the programme, all my idle thoughts blown away like pollen in the breeze. I suck on his tongue, arching up into his hand, the movement painting his fingers with sticky seed.
“Your skin looks like you’ve been dipped in sunshine. Beautiful,” he says in a guttural voice. “You’re so bloody beautiful .”
My eyes widen, and he kisses me again, hard, forcing my head back into the pillow. His hand leaves my cock, and I make a desperate sound of protest. Then he finds my hands, clasps them, and forces them over my head, leaning slightly so I feel the pressure of his body.
“Try and get free,” he orders.
I struggle but it’s not a great effort, because I have zero wish to get away from him. Despite my token effort, the whole thing is incredibly hot, and I arch into him.
“Please, Mac,” I plead. “ Please .”
Keeping me captive with one hand, he skims his other hand down my body, tracing the dips of my torso.
His fingers are cool but seem to leave a trail of heat behind.
My nipples tingle, and I make a protesting noise as he bypasses them.
Smiling, he traces back and scratches one.
The sting makes me cry out in pleasure, which dies to a groan as he leans in and bites the nub, pulling back to blow air over it and lick.
The cool air conditioning washes over my skin, and I pull against his restraining hand in earnest now, desperate to put my arms around him and feel his body on mine.
He pulls back, shaking his head. “Nope,” he says with a crooked smile. “I’m in charge tonight, my little rulebreaker.”
I tug at his hand and moan when he doesn’t let me move. I arch into the cool breeze, feeling it tickle my cock. “Do something. Please.”
He observes me for a second, the hot, restless gleam unmistakable in his eyes, and then bends down, dropping kisses over my torso, pulling away and then, when I complain, darting in and biting me.
“ Fuck .” I twitch at the sharp pain. “You’re such a tease.” I shout and squirm as he bites my hipbone.
“It’s only teasing if I don’t let you come.”
“You wouldn’t be that mean,” I say, shocked.
This startles another laugh out of him. “True. Your pleasure is mine.”
“Is it?” I hold my breath as he looks up.
“It appears so,” he says slowly. “When did that happen?”
“Maybe it’s your generous nature.” I arch into him, shimmying my pelvis and pushing against his grip.
His teasing air disappears when he leans into me again, licking my skin, sucking on the thin skin of my hips. My cock throbs visibly, and even as I watch, precome seeps from the slit and drips down into my groin.
He fists it, shuttling his hand up and down the sticky length, and I push into his touch, grunting with the pleasure and struggling against his grip because it makes that pleasure flare hot and bright. When he lets go of my dick, I make a protesting sound, but he raises his hand to my mouth.
“Suck,” he orders. “Get me nice and wet like a good boy.”
I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking wetly. Saliva escapes my mouth, coating my chin and his hand while he watches me with avid eyes. Satisfied, he lowers his hand to my cock in a wet, tight grip. I shout, thrusting upwards, spreading my legs, digging my heels into the mattress.
“Look at me,” he snaps, and I obey, trying to focus. “Good boy. I want you to watch. If you close your eyes, I will stop.”
I open my mouth to say who knows what, but the only sound I make is an ecstatic sigh as he leans in and takes my cock in his mouth.
I can’t believe he’s doing this for me. He’s a generous lover, but this is the first time he’s been on the giving end of a blowjob with me.
He obviously knows what he’s doing and doesn’t hesitate to take me all the way in, swallowing around my length.
He nudges my thighs with his free hand, spreading them wider.
I whimper as he cups my balls, rolling them gently in his hand.
“F-Fuck,” I stutter, arching into his mouth, my eyelids sliding shut as he begins to suck. I cry out crossly as he pulls off my cock.
He tsks. “I said to watch me.”
“S-Sorry.” I’m so desperate to come, I’m humping frantically, seeking his mouth.
“What do naughty boys get?”
“Is it a blowjob during this century?”
I cry out as he flicks my cock. It’s a shocking sting, but it’s nothing compared to the fire in my blood, my need for him and only him a now-familiar frenzy.
“God,” I whisper fervently. “ Please , Mac.”
He releases my hands. “Hold the bedframe,” he orders.
I hasten to do as he says, wrapping my fingers under the wooden headboard, clutching tight.
He dips his head, nosing into my groin. “You smell fucking delicious,” he growls.
I thrust my hips, and he rubs his face against my cock, his stubble creating a bright flare of pain and heat. Then he takes me back into his mouth, not complaining when I shove myself all the way in. His gag reflex is better than mine, and he watches me with a knowing gleam in his eyes.
His nod is my permission to keep going. I watch through slitted eyes as I begin to thrust, slowly fucking his mouth. The sight of him—Cormac, the cool, controlled, powerful man—on his knees and sucking me off is almost as overwhelming as my pleasure.
“Going to come,” I gasp when my balls draw up and tighten. “Please, can I come?”
He pulls back and grabs my balls, pulling them down from their locked and loaded position, and I cry out my frustration.
“Not quite yet, pretty boy,” he says softly.
“But I need it.”
He cocks his head. “How badly?”
“I’d do anything,” I pant, jerking my hips, making my cock thump my belly with a meaty thwack.
This time when he takes me all the way down, he dips a finger to my perineum, stroking the hot, slick skin before rubbing back against my pucker. I’m gasping, shoving into his mouth again and again, utterly desperate now.
Finally, he pushes his finger inside me as he swallows down my dick, impossibly tight.
It’s game over. I arch, my buttocks clenching, and scream as I come and come down his throat.
Through a haze of pleasure, I watch his throat working as he swallows.
That sight squeezes a final small spurt from my dick.
“Oh my god ,” I breathe, falling back against the sheets. “My brain just came out of my cock.”
He chuckles, staring down at me. His eyes are dark, his cheeks flushed, and his mouth swollen. I can see his erection pressing against his suit trousers.
“Come here,” I whisper. “It’s your turn now.”
To my astonishment, he shakes his head and sits back. “No, that was just for you. You’ll sleep well now. All those lovely endorphins buzzing around.”
“What? Really?”
He nods solemnly.
“But isn’t that totally against the rules? You’re not supposed to be servicing me.”
“I won’t tell Julian if you don’t.”
“And you really don’t want anything in return?” My voice is slurred with tiredness, and I’m fighting to keep my eyes open.
He strokes my hair back, and I snuggle into his touch, my eyes sliding shut.
“No, I don’t,” he says softly. “Sleep now, Wes. Everything will be alright.”
“Will you stay until I fall asleep?” I whisper.
I don’t hear his answer. Sleep pushes me off the world’s edge.
When I wake up, he’s gone, the bed big and empty once more, but the pillow next to me bears the imprint of his head. And somehow it feels like his hug is still working its magic on me, because instead of panicking, I leap out of bed with a spring in my step, ready to take on these exams.