Chapter 11I like her moving around my place.
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i like her moving around my place.
Finishing her.
Finish. I know what that means.
Being raised in a house where heck was a bad word, the whole “not cursing” thing really stuck.
And while I know I can swear, I still don’t.
Out of habit more than anything but also, I’ve never felt like my current vocabulary couldn’t do the job.
There’s never been a time when I need anything more aggressive and vulgar.
But a certain word rolls around my mouth as Delane nibbles at my lips, fingers stroking my chest, and her other hand still playing with my balls.
My cock is straining against the confines of the cage, and I’m getting nervous that I'm going to make a fool out of myself and finish on my own before we even get to things .
Even though I’ve had years to explore my body in ways my doorless house growing up never allowed, the fact is, I’ve still never been touched by a woman. Not like this. Not even a quarter of this. A molecule of this, even.
So now, as she’s touching me, writhing on me, her wild curls illuminated by the light behind, I just want to cum. I want to cum so bad I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to cum this badly before.
The thing is, I’ve had a fair share of wet dreams as a twenty-something.
And I’ve had a decent amount of touchless releases, too.
Growing up, I never understood what I was feeling, and discussing our bodies in that way just wasn’t a thing.
So I’d lie in bed at night as a young teen, grinding my hips into the mattress, knowing that the delicious friction would ultimately end in an eruption, a release, and a short-lived, heady high.
It’d leave a mess, too, but I’d figured out early on that grinding on a bath towel made for easier cleanup.
Every so often, I go to bed without relieving any of those needs and wake up with damp sheets and a sticky belly.
I’m afraid that will happen now.
But I don’t admit it because that’s what I’m supposed to be working on. She’s doing her part, teaching me things in slow, chewable bits. I have to do my part and stop being so embarrassed and worried. After all, that’s what all this is about, right?
“Are you going to finish me?” I croak out, knowing that if she says no, I’ll finish myself in a few seconds once she leaves tonight.
She grins, and a glowing feeling spreads through my torso. “You wouldn’t do half an oil change, would you?” She slides to the floor on her knees between my open legs and reaches for the waistband of my jeans, easily popping the button open on the first try.
Delane is taking my pants off.
I’ve thought about this before, and now it’s happening, and I refuse to get bummed that it’s happening under different circumstances than I’d hoped. I force myself to be happy it’s happening in the first place, no matter why.
She tugs them, and I lift off the couch so she can get them off my hips and down my thighs, banding them around my ankles.
I’m left wearing nothing but my boxer briefs, and when I look down, the lump of the cage isn’t what catches my eye.
It’s the large dark spot over my cage that I see. I’m leaking precum like crazy.
With a single finger, she rubs over the wet spot on the tip. “Now… just enjoy.” She tugs them down where they stay banded around my knees, heart racing.
I’m more exposed than I’ve ever been, and while there is a touch of discomfort at the idea that Delane is staring at the split of my ass, directly at my balls, and can see the wet slit of my erection through the cage—I’ve never felt better.
I had no idea what wearing this device would feel like.
All I knew was that if Laney said it would be good for the two of us, I’d do it.
I’d be here in a clown nose if that’s what she wanted.
Now that I’ve been wearing it a while, I’ve grown comfortable.
It almost feels like wearing armor, and even though it’s a physical restraint, the armor protects my fears from escaping and bleeding into my actions.
I actually like it.
She’s the first woman to see me this way, touch me so privately, explore me at all. It feels surreal and good, and?—
“Ohmygosh,” the words rush out of me before I finish my thought as Delane presses down on my balls with her lips. Eyes straining up at me, her hands sifting through the short hair on my thighs as she peppers kisses on my balls.
Delane is kissing my balls.
My dick aches in its constraint, and when her gaze locks with the cage, I know exactly what she’s looking at.
“I’m…” I start, not knowing what to say. I’m… close? She hasn’t even done anything yet, not really. But that's the truth. I’m a few more unbelievable moments away from exploding.
“Close?” she offers, not making me say the word. I appreciate that. For some reason, saying it feels harder than taking my pants down in front of her. “Stop thinking,” she says, halting my racing thoughts, reading my mind like it’s her own personal diary.
“You’re uh, you’re going to make me,” I swallow, choosing the least aggressive word since I’m not sure I’ve even said cum or orgasm out loud. “Finish like this. And I’m feeling… embarrassed.”
She drags her tongue along the spine of the cage, wetting tiny parts of my penis that are bulging up from the cage. I swallow a groan, chin to chest, staring down at the most beautiful sight between my legs.
“Don’t,” she says, alternating between licking my penis through the cage and kissing and lapping my balls.
“Don’t be embarrassed if I make you cum,” she says, the word sounding less forbidden and more normal when it comes from her.
I like that. I like that all these things that felt unspeakably uncomfortable before are already so normal and easy with her.
“You’re probably used to men that can go forever,” I say, admitting a fear of mine. At twenty-six, women my age have probably been having sex for years. They don’t want a guy who can’t find the clit and finishes before he’s even really been touched .
“Don’t worry about what anyone is used to. When you’re with a partner, it’s just you two. And if you’re busy being embarrassed, you aren’t enjoying things. So instead of worrying how long you last, just lay back and enjoy.”
“I’ll try,” I groan out as she applies pressure to my groin, right above the cage, using her tongue to tease my sac.
“Don’t try. Just do. Because Miller, until you get over feeling embarrassed, you’ll never be confident for anyone.
Cumming this way is hot, and shows me you’re super open to any and all sexual experiences.
And that turns women on.” She slides a fingertip over the opening of the cage, precum stringing between the cage and her digit as she brings it to her lips.
The world stops spinning as I watch her pink lips part, her glistening fingertip pushing inside only to reappear licked clean a moment later. “Now watch with me while I make you cum.”
I wonder if she’s turned on or if this is really just a trade for her. She does this for me, and I teach her car stuff, and that’s that. I don't know, but the worry that I’m just a transaction has no room in my brain as she licks up and down my very swollen balls.
My orgasm has been building for so long. I may have stroked myself in the shower before she came over, but as I slide my fingers through her curls, holding her head tenderly as she sucks my balls, it feels like I haven’t had an orgasm in a lifetime.
Because my balls are so full, and everything trapped in the cage is angry, spitting in protest of not being free. She sucks up what I spit out, moaning as she licks the precum from her bottom lip.
“Laney,” I pant, discovering my voice is almost gone and I’m breathing really hard .
“Your hands feel good in my hair,” she murmurs, kissing the insides of both thighs as her fingers play with my sac, the other still massaging and putting pressure on my groin. Everything she’s doing feels like the best thing I’ve ever felt.
Because it is.
“Laney,” I say, only this time I realize it’s a warning a bit too late.
The overwhelming pressure of impending orgasm slides down my spine, flooding my groin, and surging into my locked and smothered erection.
I’m surprised I haven't broken out of this cage for how hard it feels like I should be. “You’re going to make me finish,” I say, trying really hard not to be embarrassed by how breathless I am.
“Tell me you’re going to cum, Miller,” she says, now back to massaging my thighs, taking all sensations and pressure away from my caged penis and thrumming balls. “Don’t say finish. Say cum. Say you’re making me cum, Delane .”
Her dark eyes shine from between my legs, and she brings the heel of her palm to my balls and begins rolling soft circles over them, earning a spurt of precum from me.
I haven’t shot precum in years, back in the days when I really tried as hard as I could not to touch myself, but she has my body on fire, starving for her, buzzing to… cum.
“I don’t… I don’t usually….” I trail off, but she picks it up easily, knowing exactly what I’m trying to say.
“Curse, I know. But this isn’t cursing. This is just telling me what your body is going to do.
There’s nothing wrong with it and let me tell you,” she says, kissing the wet slit at the peak of my cage.
“It’s so sexy listening to a guy orgasm.
There is literally nothing hotter than watching and listening to a guy cum—but you have to say those words, Miller. ”
I know my time to obey her is limited, as any and all blood my body was using to function is quickly being absorbed by my aching, thrumming groin .