Chapter 11 #2
He groans as my hand wraps around his cock and I slowly tease him. He whimpers and groans, letting out a sound of pleasure and need that has my dick quivering. His hips roll and his cock weeps precum all over his abdomen, and the poor thing is so aroused it must hurt.
“Shall I find out what your cock tastes like?” I ask.
“Fuck, please,” he whines. “Please, Lorien. Fuck, I…” He moans and I see his fingers whiten as he clings to the sheets. “Please, Master. Please.”
I watch the bead of precum form at his tip, milking his cock as he stares down at me, almost coming undone as I wait.
I look up at him, making damn sure he watches as I move closer, and finally, when he can’t bear to wait any longer, I stick my tongue out and lick that single glistening drop off his cock.
“Fuck,” he cries.
I’m not going to wait. Not now.
I sink my mouth onto his cock, and the boy crumbles beneath me. He moans and stiffens, trying to hold still while desperately wanting to thrust into my mouth.
And I want that too.
His cock is perfect in my mouth as I’m never going to tire of playing with it.
I wrap my lips around him, sliding up and down his shaft, letting my tongue run down the center of his dick.
Jude moans and he’s not going to last long, not when he’s this turned on.
Not when he’s this excited and it’s a goddamn thrill knowing I’m making him this high.
“Lorien…”
I flick my eyes up and Jude looks like he’s about to shatter.
“Fuck, Lorien,” he pleads. “I can’t…”
I keep sucking, refusing to slow my pace, refusing to ease up.
“Please,” Jude moans. “I’m going to come. I can’t…”
I let his cock fall out of my mouth and he groans, his agony obvious.
“Come in my mouth, pretty boy.”
He stares at me like he’s broken. Like he’s just been destroyed with those six words. Like I’m the only person who can give him what he needs and wants, and he’s done fighting me or himself, like he’s prepared to offer me his soul in return for mine.
I bring his cock to my mouth and run the head over my lips.
“You like it deep?” I ask.
He nods.
I part my lips and take him into my mouth, relaxing the back of my throat.
Jude groans as his cock sinks into me, and with every thrust, he goes deeper until he’s all the way in.
His pelvis hits my face as he chases his orgasm and I suck with more determination, working harder and faster, desperate to discover what his come tastes like.
“Lorien…” His voice is pure surrender. “I’m coming… Fuck…”
His dick swells and he comes in my mouth, spilling hot, thick come down my throat. He tastes like the sea, pure and clean and salty. Jude’s come is heaven and we’re going to be repeating this. Often.
I swallow, licking him clean despite his protests and shudders, well aware he’s sensitive after his orgasm. He pulls away and I let him go, watching as he stretches out and basks in his climax.
He is beautiful.
More so when he’s like this.
Unfiltered. Uninhibited. Unrestrained.
I lift my shirt off, and his eyes wander over me. I stare at him, watching him watch me as I strip. He’s well aware of what’s coming next, and his eyes widen when I release my cock from my trousers.
“Thank me,” I say.
Jude pants, sucking his stomach in with every breath. “Thank you.”
“You recovered?”
His eyes scream that he’s never going to recover, and I don’t want him to.
I shuffle closer, lying down next to him and running my hands over him.
He threads his fingers through mine and I bring his hand to my chest, easing him into this.
It doesn’t take much, and his confidence grows as his hand makes its way to my cock.
Jude’s done this already, and when his hand wraps around my erection, the throbbing only increases. I’m so hard it hurts, and I’m going to need him to swallow me soon. There’s only so long I can hold for, and while I want him to learn, I can’t wait indefinitely.
Jude fidgets, moving around the bed as he tries to work out what position to get into.
He’s overthinking this and he needs guidance, and maybe a firm hand if this continues.
I pull his hair, guiding his head towards my dick and I grab his thigh, pulling it closer to my face so he’s lying next to me.
I doubt he wanted to be in this position, but it lets me play with him and it might offer me the opportunity to move things even further along.
“Spit on it,” I insist.
He obeys.
He stares at my rock-hard cock and the spittle covering it.
Jude swallows and moves forward, sticking his tongue out and licking my cock. He’s exploring, and it’s not in the way I want, but it’s a start. A slow and tentative one, but a start nonetheless, and the groan he lets slip when his tongue swirls around my head tells me he’s ready for more.
“Open.”
His lips part and I don’t give him a chance to hesitate.
I guide his head down, sliding my cock into his mouth.
He gasps and I think I hear a squeak, but I ignore it, holding him as I move slowly and carefully.
He needs to learn and I need to give him some time, and once he catches his breath and calms, he relaxes into this.
My fingers loosen their grip and his head moves as my pace starts to quicken.
“Your mouth feels so good,” I mumble, stroking his hair now. “Keep going, pretty boy. Just like that.”
Jude needs praise, and I don’t mind.
I run my hands over his thighs as he plays with my cock, and I’m unsure if the low moan is because of the way my dick feels in his mouth or the way my hands feel as they caress his body.
He’s doing well, and I let myself thrust a little harder, less worried he can’t take it.
I rest against the bed and slip my hand between his thighs, holding him against me as my fingers play between his legs.
He bucks and I refuse to let him go, stroking the sensitive skin as my fingertip finds his asshole.
“Lorien…” He stares up at me, a little wary.
“I didn’t say you could stop,” I say in a teasing tone. “I promise I’ll be gentle and you’ll enjoy this.”
He blinks and I guide his head back to my cock, pushing his lips on to it again. Jude doesn’t fight, letting my dick slide down his throat as my hips thrust into his mouth. He feels so fucking good that it’s unreal, and I doubt I’ll last much longer.
The heat and my arousal are building, and I’m going to want to come soon.
I hold him and glide my finger over his ass, and he whimpers around my cock.
“Behave, Jude.”
My finger presses into him and he stills, unsure what’s happening.
“Keep going,” I insist.
Jude starts sucking harder and I slide my hand through his hair, reassuring him as much as holding him in place. And my finger pushes in further, moving deeper into his ass.
He moans, and I slide it in further.
“Such a good boy for me,” I praise. “Keep going, pretty boy. I’m so fucking close. I’m going to come down your throat and you’re going to swallow every last drop like my perfect little come slut.”
He whimpers again and I move my finger, sliding it in and out.
He’s relaxing and his hips are beginning to move, and he’s starting to enjoy this, and I let my cock move freely in his mouth.
I’m close and getting closer with every moan he makes, and when he takes me all the way in and a sound of pure satisfaction vibrates through his mouth, it’s more than I can withstand.
I come hard, and the ecstasy is unreal, forcing him to swallow and desperately try to deal with the mess I’m making.
Waves of pleasure break over me as I watch Jude move with me, losing all sense of rhythm.
He’s failing to keep his, coughing and spluttering as he times it all wrong, and when he pulls back, he looks up at me, concerned.
My come is dripping down his chin and he’s a complete mess, and I don’t know if he’s ever looked more beautiful.
“Good boy.” I smile, and he beams back up at me. “You’re doing so well for me; better than I thought you’d do. Do you want me to keep playing?”
He seems confused and then I push my finger further into his ass, holding it there and letting him know I’m still in control.
I might be enjoying the bliss of my orgasm, but I can play much longer than this.
I want to keep this game going, but I’m also willing to stop and wait for him, if only to get me what I want faster in the long run.
“I’d like to stop,” he says, moving his head but not his ass away from me. “It’s a bit…”
I raise an eyebrow. “You’ve done so fucking well, Jude. Don’t ruin it now. Tell me, so I know.”
His Adam’s apple bobs against his collar, and it’s adorable.
I want him like this.
Vulnerable. Exposed. Honest. Mine.
“It’s a lot, Master.”
I smile, and he relaxes in a heartbeat. I gently withdraw my finger from his ass and he moans softly, moving closer as he relaxes. I grab his arms and haul him onto me, pulling his chest against mine and wrapping my arms around him.
“Today was perfect. This is perfect.”
He nods and rests his head against my heart, and as he settles himself against me and lets me comfort him, I wonder if he’s more than I expected.
If he’s more than I thought possible.
If he’s the thing I never thought I’d find.
For all his stubbornness and his fight, he’s brave enough to take a leap of faith with me.
Jude might be the calm that defeats my stormy seas, he might be the beacon that lights my darkness.
He might be the anchor to my chaos, the flame that lights my cold depths, and the salvation to my soul’s endless void.
Because for the first time in centuries, I’ve found something worth keeping.