Chapter 9 #2
I want more and I don’t know what to do, and all I’m doing is floundering. All I’m doing is spiraling, getting more confused and second-guessing myself, wondering if he wants me to ask or beg or if he just wants me to join in.
He brings his cock closer to mine and I hitch a stuttered breath.
He’s bigger than me, but not so much that he dwarves me. His skin is a different color and his cock is a different shape, but they look right together. They look like a goddamn pair, and the relief I feel when he wraps his hand around my dick is enough to make me moan without shame.
I tip my head back and he growls, drawing my attention back on to him.
“Watch,” he says, although it’s more of a command.
I look down and see his hand wrap around both our cocks, somehow enveloping both of them in one grip. He feels hard and soft, as if his dick were smooth like velvet, and when he slides his hand up and down, I feel his cock move against mine.
I groan and drop my head.
Fuck, it’s heaven.
“Good boy,” he says, and I shudder.
His hand doesn’t stop moving, it keeps sliding up and down, holding our cocks together as he plays with us. He tips his hip and the increase in pressure is exquisite. Lorien thrusts and I match him, and together, somehow, we slowly find a rhythm.
It’s tentative and I’m unsure, and he’s definitely leading now, but I’m following willingly, more than willing, and growing in confidence with every second.
This feels too good to stop, and I want more.
I need more.
“Please,” I whimper, and all I know is I’m asking for anything he’ll give me.
Lorien leans in again, his lips crashing on to mine. He’s fierce and relentless, a wave crashing over me that sweeps everything else away. His free hand grabs mine and I don’t fight him. I don’t even want to, eager to let him help me do what I’m so desperate to do.
My fingers thread through his as they wrap around our dicks and I have no idea whose is whose. His hand rests over mine and I let him guide me, letting him teach me how to stroke both of us when we’re like this. It’s too pleasurable to question, too right to ignore.
And when he breaks our kiss, I look down and see perfection.
“You’re doing so fucking well, pretty boy,” he praises, kissing my jawline again.
I watch us moving, watch our cocks thrusting against each other as we hold them in our grip, and the pleasure builds. It’s a heat that burns through my core and I can’t stop it. Fuck, I can barely control it, and when Lorien teases my earlobe again, I shudder and almost come.
“Do you think you deserve to come?” he asks, his voice a tease in every way.
I nod frantically, moving my hand and hips faster as I try to force a faster, harder rhythm. Lorien lets me quicken the pace, but his grip loosens and the loss of friction is maddening. It’s bringing me down from the edge and I know there’s not a chance he’s going to let me come unless I ask.
Unless I earn it.
“Please.”
I don’t even hesitate, begging without shame. Begging with my voice and tone and pleading with my eyes. Because I need to come, I want to come. I need the release and I don’t want to be denied, and I want to give him the same damn pleasure.
The pressure increases and I buck harder, driving for more, for both of us.
“Admit you were wrong,” he whispers.
I nod frantically, instantly caving to him and whatever he wants.
“Admit you were wrong to fight me.”
“I…”
Fuck, I want to come.
I need to come.
But I’m not wrong. Not about everything.
“About some of it,” I stutter out.
Lorien’s hand moves harder and faster, bringing me to the edge of orgasm in seconds. And then he holds me there, slowing and playing with me as he edges me with a skill that leaves me breathless and willing to beg and do almost anything.
“Do you think that’s good enough?” he asks.
“It’s the best I can do,” I mumble, dropping my head onto his shoulder. “Please, Lorien. I need to come. Please.”
He sighs and I’m completely under his control.
He knows it.
I know it.
Lorien has me exactly where he wants me, and that’s the lesson he wants me to learn.
Yes, it’s about acceptance and experiencing something new, learning something new.
But he’s also making it damn clear that he doesn’t need to use force to control me, and he doesn’t need the collar to prove he owns me.
“There will be less fighting from now on?” he asks, although it’s more a statement.
I nod frantically, and it’s not good enough. I know he wants my words and I know I won’t get what I want until I give him what he wants.
“Yes.”
He hums with satisfaction, and I look up to see that same smug satisfaction shimmering in his eyes as I see in his smile.
“Good boy. You can come.”
I groan and we move against each other, both grinding and moving our hands freely. Frantically. We’re fast and hard, and unrestrained because there isn’t any reason to hold back anymore. Not now.
My climax builds rapidly, and my balls tighten as my core starts to burn. I tip my head back and he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him as my orgasm tears through me, my mouth dropping open as a sound I’ve never heard rolls off my chest.
My dick jerks and I feel it spraying come, and Lorien doesn’t stop, still stroking and rubbing our cocks together as he chases his high. I’m sensitive and whimpering, and he doesn’t care, enjoying my predicament as the pleasure becomes too much.
He groans, and my hand tightens as his cock throbs and pulses against me. I feel him come and he roars his release as his come lands on me. His thrusts slow until he’s finished with his climax and then he releases me.
I collapse onto him, letting him take my weight.
The warmth of my climax has me in its thrall and my tiredness catches up with me. I’m too exhausted to do more than breathe against him, while the steady beat of his heart starts to usher me away. I’m falling asleep, whether I want to or not, whether I’m safe or not.
“You’re learning and tired, so I won’t make you clean me up,” he says, his voice soft as his touch turns tender. “You can relax, pretty boy. Tomorrow, I won’t be so gentle.”