23. Casey #3
“Tell me more.” His voice in my ear made me whimper, and his hand stilled, waiting for me to talk before he continued.
“C-counting my orgasms.”
“Mmm?”
Slow, sweet strokes. Rewards for every word I said. Just enough stimulation to drive me insane, but not enough to climax.
“Fuck. Saying I can’t touch you, even when I beg. T-tying my hands so I can’t have what I want, I can only have what you give me.” Longer strokes, lingering on my tip when it throbbed for him, swirling around the drops of pre-cum. “You made me cum so many times, I thought I would pass out.”
“But you didn’t,” he reminded me. His hand sped up just a little, but it was still slow enough to make me lose my mind.
“Mnh,” I grunted, trying not to thrust my hips into his fist. As soon as I got too eager, his hand went still. “When I ran out of cum, my orgasms were even more intense. My thighs shook for days.”
He chuckled in my ear. “I wish I could’ve seen that.
There’s still so many things I want to do to you, Casey.
” The slow touches made my toes curl, ending with a swirl on my wet tip.
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling waves growing inside me that couldn’t quite gain strength.
“Eyes on your cock, omega. Don’t take your eyes off it. ”
I had to watch him, watch those tantalizing strokes, and see the spurts of pre-cum pooling out every few seconds until his hand was dripping with cum and water.
It drove up the intensity, making every touch feel electric.
I gasped when another rush of pleasure came over me, and it died just as quickly.
This was almost worse than endless orgasms. Despite how sensitive they made me, and how much I felt like I’d die right before I came again, being denied what I wanted was worse.
“M-more,” I pleaded, digging my fingers into his arms.
“I like watching you squirm. You do it more when you’re overstimulated, but this…
” He trailed off, and we both watched as ecstasy surged through me, an orgasm almost gaining strength and then rolling back like a wave on the sand.
My cock throbbed and ached, shooting out a single spurt of pre-cum when it was denied release.
“You’re almost wetter than you are when I fuck you. ”
“I thought, fuuuck, you didn’t like denying me pleasure?”
“I don’t. But I am enjoying this, just watching you about to explode, already on the cusp without realizing it.
” He was right. I was painfully close to an orgasm, but it kept slipping away when he went still.
Every time he stroked and stopped, I felt so close to the edge, I could barely breathe.
Tensing and trembling with every touch, I almost lost my mind when he started giving my head quick little strokes, the sucking noises of his hand filling the bathroom. Oh god, he was going to make me cum.
I waited, hips tense, thighs shaking, for him to go still again, to keep me on the edge until I lost my mind, but those little strokes kept going, and I writhed in endless pleasure when I realized he wasn’t going to stop.
Pleasure surged from the base of my cock, and his quick, wet stroking pulled an orgasm right out of me.
My cock shot all over the bath water, my ass clenching with every wave of pleasure.
I was cumming so hard, I thought I might black out.
He stroked me through every spurt of cum, prolonging my pleasure until I had nothing left to give.
“Good boy,” he praised in my ear as I trembled against him, the surging waves of pleasure still gripping me tightly.
“Three orgasms,” I said, breathless and shaking. He’d made me cum three times already, and it hadn’t even been half an hour. He always knew exactly how to make me come undone.
“How many more do you need tonight, omega?”
I wasn’t sure if I had more in me, but I knew I would go as long as he wanted me to. Some part of me craved feeling overwhelmed again. Turning, I straddled his hips, cupping his neck with my hands. “What about you?”
“I’m fine. Tonight is about your needs.” Smiling, he caressed my neck and face, touching all my tender spots.
I leaned down to kiss him, savoring the taste of him on my tongue and moaning over the way he dominated me with just his mouth.
My fingertips trailed across his earrings, playing with them like he played with my tongue.
It was almost a ritual, touching his piercings when we kissed and licking his tattoos when I straddled him.
It drove him wild, and he always responded by squeezing the back of my neck, right on my pheromone center.
We had a routine now.
We’d been together long enough that I knew what he was going to do right before his hand tightened on my neck.
I was already anticipating his reactions to everything I did.
I knew when he was going to touch my cock again, sensing my unease was far from being settled.
But my unease had nothing to do with my hormones spiking, and everything to do with the man underneath me.