Page 84 of Edging Coach
I wanted to. Needed to. But God, I needed to ride this out. I needed to savor the bliss of Devon licking, sucking, teasing, tormenting me with his perfect lips and tongue. When he added tight, slick strokes of his hand up and down my shaft while he focused on the head—holy shit.
I dug my fingers into the cushions on either side of me. “Jesus, Devon…”
He hummed around my dick, which somehow amplifiedthe vibration inside my ass and drove a pathetic whimper from my lips. He did it again, and my spine arched off the couch as the whole world blurred. I wanted this to last—when was my Dom going to blow me again, after all?—but I wasn’t so sure I could take much more.
“D-Devon…” I shakily carded my fingers through his wet hair. “Can… May I come, Sir?”
I didn’t know if the faster, tighter strokes were permission, but I lost it nonetheless, managing a breathless “I’m coming!” a split second before he definitely knew. Devon moaned as he kept pumping me, and I think my soul might’ve left my body.
As body and soul settled back on the couch, I closed my eyes and released a breath. Holy.Fuck. All my bruises still glowed, my welts still ached, and my muscles still burned, and somehow those all made the bliss and release even more intense. How had I never known how amazing pain could be?
The vibration inside me mercifully stopped. I hadn’t realized it was getting to be too much until it was gone, and I wasn’t at all ashamed of the choked moan I released as the relentless stimulation finally ceased. Every nerve ending in my ass was still buzzing, but the relief was amazing.
I wasn’t aware of Devon moving until he was over me. The towel was gone, and his thick thighs straddled mine as he gazed down at me with fire in his eyes and a grin on his lips. He was stroking his own hard-on now, the tantalizing sheen of pre-cum on the head making my mouth water.
I licked my lips. “Can I?—”
“You’re going to stay just like that,” he purred. “I’ve watched you come all over yourself on FaceTime, and now it’s my turn.”
I bit back a groan.
His grin broadened and those beautiful eyes narrowed. He pumped himself a little faster, and he sounded breathless whenhe spoke again. “I fucking wrecked you, and now I want to come all over my handiwork.”
“Oh God,” I breathed. “Devon…Sir…”
He swept his tongue across his swollen lips. “You make my name sound like a dirty word.” He started rocking his hips, fucking into his fist. “I love it.”
I had no idea how to speak, never mind what to say. All I could do was stare, watching him take himself higher as he raked his eyes up and down my welt-littered body.
“Calisse,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “You spoil me, Jack.” He locked eyes with me again. “Let me beat you… suck you…” He bit his lip and groaned. “I’ve marked you all over. Every inch. Made you… Made you mine, Jack.”
“Fuck, yes,” I whined.
The low growl from his throat seemed to thrum through me even more than the vibrating plug had. “Sacrament, I can’t wait to ride you and come in your ass.” He closed his eyes, and the cords stood out on his neck as he jerked himself off for all he was worth. A flush bloomed across his face and spread down his throat and chest, and when his eyes flew open, they were full of even more fire than before. “Do you want that, Jack? Do you… want me beating your ass and then coming inside it?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “God, yes, Sir. Please.”
More curses rolled off his tongue, and then he shuddered and came, his hot cum dotting my stomach and chest. Some of it landed on his hand, too, and when he offered it to me, I licked it off and sucked his fingers like my life depended on it.
“God, yes,” he purred. “So fucking beautiful.”
I gazed up at him, and he smiled down at me. Then he leaned in and kissed me. I didn’t know if I had permission, but I wrapped my arms around him anyway. That must’ve been okay, because he sank against me, lazily exploring my mouth as we held each other.
After ages had gone by, he drew back and looked in my eyes. “I should take out your toy. Put something on those welts.” He brushed a soft kiss across my lips. “You need water too.”
I just nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you do this every time?”
“Do what?” Devon continued stroking my hair, which he’d been doing for the last ten or twenty minutes. I’d kind of lost track of time. Ever since we’d moved to the bedroom and he’d tended to all the marks he’d left on my skin. I think I even fell asleep for a few minutes. Now he was on his back and I was partly draped over him beneath the thin sheet, my head on his chest and an arm and a leg slung over him.
“All of it,” I murmured. “The lotion. The water.”
“Aftercare.” He kissed the top of my head. “Always.”
“Oh.”
Silence settled in for a while. I felt good. Achy and dreamy. Like I’d just had the most intense workout of my life, played a chippy game with lots of checking and fighting, and then I’d been fucked mercilessly until I was a boneless wreck. I was sore and tired, but I was blissed out beyond words.
