I want to bottle it up, boil it down and inject it straight into my veins.
It was a miracle I didn’t blow when he did. The second round, any battered threads holding my discipline in place were severed, and Itook. We barely made it into the teens before I’d had enough and poured myself into his throat. That was almost two hours ago, and now we’re both covered in sweat and cum.
His hair is tousled and tangled from my hands, falling down his back as he holds onto the headboard. The muscles in his shoulders and back flex every time I thrust into him, and I stare as a bead of sweat drips along his spine.
“Do you have one more in you, angel?” I pant as I jerk on his leash. It forces his head against my shoulder and arches his body in a way that has me thrusting against his prostate. His voice is hoarse as he calls out, raspy from the assault of my cock down his throat and the nonstop moans I’ve wrenched from him.
My balls ache from the number of orgasms he’s coaxed from me tonight, but I can’t fucking satisfy this addiction to him.Just one more, I keep telling myself, but that one more has turned into three more, and still, it isn’t enough.
His head lolls against me, his eyes locked on mine as I roll my hips. I grip the headboard, my hands on either side of his as my arms cage him. My name leaves him as a whimper and I’d sacrifice my dying breath to hear the desperate way he says it again.
This isn’t fucking.
It’s intimate and soul-deep, and filled with something that splits my ribcage right open as I try to bury myself even deeper inside him. “Come on, angel,” I murmur. “Give me more.”
Give me everything.
“Can’t,” he breathes, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Micah, I own you tonight. You belong to me, so you do what I tell you to. Go on, beautiful, you can do it. Let me have what I want, and I’ll let you rest.” My lips find his, and even though it’s messy and clumsy at this angle, a contented sigh pushes from his nose as our tongues move together. I shift from his mouth and kiss along his neck, and then over the root of hiswings. The moment my mouth closes over the raised nub, he moans louder.
“Xal,” he gasps as I latch on, letting my teeth graze the sensitive skin. “Xal… fuck, Xal…” His hips roll faster as I press my thumb into the other side and rub, and he sobs as he clenches around me. He comes on an exhausted cry, and I stop holding back.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I moan. “You’re so perfect, coming on my cock every time I ask you to. Such a good fucking boy.” Every overwhelming sensation floods me at once, and I’m free-falling as I press him against the headboard. A few more thrusts and I grip the wood so hard my knuckles bleach, bottomed out inside him as the pressure erupts.
My entire body pulses as I come, drained to the point my release is almost painful. I’m tiptoeing that line between pleasure and pain, riding the high only he can offer.
When the waves subside, my head sags forward, and I kiss a weak trail along his shoulder. I exhale a heavy, contented sigh as I slip out of him. “We need to get you clean,” I murmur, and he nods, but neither of us attempts to move. My arms wrap around his torso, one hand landing on his abdomen while the other rests above his heart, feeling the erratic beat underneath my palm.
“I want you,” he whispers, so quiet I barely hear it over the thud of my own heart in my ears.
“You’ve just had me… in a variety of ways,” I tease, and he nods with a small laugh. He’s distracted, though I don’t push him for more.
It takes immense effort to pry myself away from him, stealing one last look at his exhausted form as he slumps against the headboard. He’s a work of art, a masterpiece carved from marble, with his long legs tucked underneath him and his backrising with his steady breaths. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I walk into my bathroom and twist the tap to fill the bathtub, setting the temperature before I return to him. Micah is sprawled out on my bed, eyes closed and hair fanned out in a halo around his head. His body is slick with sweat, and it highlights the natural opalescent sheen to his skin.I could wake up to him right there every morning and never tire of it,I think, and I don’t know what terrifies me more—the thought, or that it doesn’t scare me like it should.
The key to his cage hangs around my neck, and I take it in my fingers as I sink my knees onto the mattress and lean forward. “What are you doing?” he murmurs, his heavy eyes fluttering open as I remove the cage and sit it aside. Even soft, he’s enormous, and after being locked up for so long, he’s extra sensitive.
My fingertips drift up the creases of his thighs, and he squirms under my touch. When my palm drags along the length of his thickening cock, he whines and lifts his hips, rocking against my hand.
“Have you ever been worshipped, Micah? Been the center of someone's devotion?” I take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his head before dipping it into his slit.
“No,” he whispers, and my eyes lock with his as I draw him in deeper. “Fuck,that feels good.” His hips roll tentatively, his cock growing harder as my palms coast over his thighs.
I slide my mouth along his cock as it fills, and it takes no time until he’s fully hard. His abdomen muscles flex and his hips lift as he fucks into my mouth. Greedy angel wants to rush, but I pin him to the bed and force him to move at my pace.
One hand fists the sheets, while the other covers his face, as he slowly moves in and out of my mouth. His lips are wide open as a string of the most incredible noises leave his throat.
I refuse to speed up, sucking his cock reverently as I show him what it means to be worshipped. What it’s like to be the center of someone’s religion—the idol they’re glad to kneel before.
My hands caress his legs and hips, cupping and rolling his balls, and I slip a finger inside his hole that’s still slick with my release. Every ounce of my focus is dedicated to his pleasure, and I know my angel by now.
He’s barely hanging on.
My name becomes a whispered chant as his thrusts get faster, and I double my efforts. His hand slams down and cups the back of my head as he loses himself in the sensations. I wrap my fingers around him and stroke as we pick up speed, and his moans turn into shouts that I’m sure penetrate the walls.
The muscles at the base of his dick throb, and his spine bows off the bed as his whole body stiffens. He cries out as I take him as deep as I can, my lips pulled tight around his cock as it pulses. Hot, thick jets of his release pump into the back of my mouth, and I jerk him and suck until his legs quake and he collapses onto the mattress.
