Chapter 24 Blake
BLAKE
It takes an extreme amount of effort to pull my hand away from Cal’s fuckable ass to pause the vibration on the app.
“Blake,” he pants, pushing back into me, wiggling his hips for me to spank him again.
So I do, making him cry out before I manhandle him, flipping him onto his back, those dark blue eyes glassy and his lips parted.
“I knew you’d like this,” I croon, securing his hands above his head and maneuvering the pillows the way I want, his body on full display for my viewing pleasure.
“I-I didn’t know,” he counters, thrusting his hips and tugging on the restraints like either will provide what he really needs. He curses under his breath as I climb off the bed, adding my pants and boxer briefs to the pile of clothes on the floor.
“I want you to last,” I tell him, stroking myself as one knee dips into the mattress.
He snorts out a disbelieving laugh. “You should have thought about that before. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold off.”
“Try.”
It’s the last word of warning before I lick up the entire length of him, causing his hips to buck off the bed. Bracing my forearms on his hips, I dip my head and suck one ball and then the other into my mouth, as his heels dig into the mattress.
“Blake…”
I hum, my tongue lapping against the skin before I release them with a wet pop. Cal whimpers and then cries out as the plug starts vibrating at the same time I take his dick all the way to the back of my throat.
His head lolls from one side to the other as I alternate from shallow wet licks to hollowing out my cheeks and sucking him hard, the plug ratcheting up in intensity before stopping and starting again at a low pulse.
“I can’t— God, I can’t take much more. Blake, fuck, your mouth feels so good. I love how you handle me.”
“Any requests?” I ask, blowing across the wetness on the head of his dick and making him hiss.
“Besides begging you to make me come?”
“You’ve hardly begged for anything tonight,” I reply, sliding my hands under his ass to cup and fondle his cheeks. “Maybe I should try harder.” At harder, I squeeze him harder, increasing the pressure and intensity of the plug inside him.
“Blake!” I love hearing my name fall from his lips, his arms flexing as he fights the restraints, his whole body tensing as he tries to find some relief.
“Yes?”
“I need you.”
“Tell me how,” I tease, gripping and kneading his ass as I suck his cock into my mouth.
“More of that…please…and fuck your hand. I want you to come all over me.”
“I knew you liked it dirty,” I praise, increasing the intensity of the plug as I brace one hand over his hip on the mattress and wrap the other around my dick as I take him to the back of my throat again.
He thrashes on the bed, bucking his hips and fucking up into my mouth as he chants my name. It’s enough to have me already teetering on the edge.
“Fuck. Blake. Look at you; you’re so damn sexy. Don’t stop.”
It’s his words that do it, my cum painting his stomach in long white spurts as he screams my name and spills down my throat.
The intensity is nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Pleasure ricochets through my body at an alarming rate until my vision goes splotchy around the edges and my heart nearly beats out of my chest.
How do you top that?
“Still alive?” I joke, closing out of the app before gently undoing the restraints. I’m not sure what I expected him to do, but he lets his arms fall with gravity, as his chest heaves.
Gorgeous.
I move to get off the bed and find something to clean him off with, but he shakes his head. “C’mere.”
It’s muffled, the letters all mashed together into one word.
Amused, I crawl back over him and drop onto the open space next to his side, manhandling him again until he’s draped across my body.
“Thank you,” I whisper, and his body shakes with silent laughter as he finds enough strength to pick his head up and meet my gaze.
“You’re thanking me?”
“You put a lot of trust in me.”
“It was a hell of a celebration.” He sighs, pressing his lips to mine before going back to rest the side of his face on my chest.
“It was perfect.” You are perfect.
“I’ll remind you of that when you have to carry me around for the rest of the night. I don’t think I can move.”
“Seems fair to me.” My fingertips drag down his spine before I give his ass a light pat.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“It’s a great ass.”
“No.”
“I think you’ll be singing a different tune when I clean you up and feed you.”
“No.”
“I’ll throw in a nap.”
“Maybe.”
Now we’re talking.