Page 29 of Open Liner
Drake sucked in a sharp breath. “Let’s shift,” he murmured as he moved my leg to one side and then twisting until he was lying on the bed. His cock hadn’t deflated yet, but curiosity rippled through me at what he had planned. Curiosity and a little bit of desperation. Drake arranged us so he was spooning my back, his cock still buried insidemy hole, even though the rubber kept me from feeling the leak of his cum.
“Good,” Drake said as he wrapped his palm around my cock. “Now I can take my time with you while you warm my cock.”
Oh fuck. My cock leaked in response, and I didn’t bite back my whimper. “How…”
“You’re pretty easy to read, August,” he murmured, pressing his lips against my sweaty nape. He then licked and bit at it all while he slowly stroked at my length. His cock had started to deflate, but he didn’t make any moves to pull out, and I loved that more than I could express. Something about being filled flipped my switches in the best way, and I hadn’t even needed to voice those wants—Drake had figured them out and made it happen.
With him pressed up against me like this, our sweaty bodies plastered together, I couldn’t help but drink in the scent of sweat and cedar that surrounded me. A shiver rolled through my whole body. He continued to stroke my cock with the same languid pace that he fucked, but all too fast, my balls began to draw up.
“Oh—”
Drake let go.
The impending release receded, and I let out a groan. “Why?”
“Because you’re going to keep my cock nice and cozy for a while, and I’m going to play with your cock the whole time,” Drake teased.
“You’re going to kill me,” I muttered.
“I think you’ll survive,” he said as he wrapped his callused palm around my length again. “In fact, I think you even like it.”
“Monster,” I said, fucking into his fist a little more. Except that shifted his deflated cock inside me, and a moan escaped me as I settled. He sank his teeth into my shoulder, casually biting and sucking at theskin, his mouth the most talented I’d ever experienced. Every simple motion amplified my desire.
“I’m only a monster if you don’t enjoy it,” he teased, as he ran his palm up and down my cock. “But it seems to me like you’re enjoying yourself.”
I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood. My balls ached something fierce, the need to come rising in me stronger by the second. He wasn’t wrong. I loved that he toyed with me while his cock remained buried inside me. As if we did this any night of the week, him leisurely keeping his cock warm in me while he played with my body like he owned it. I lit up in flames for the thousandth time since we’d gotten to his room, but thankfully he was the perfect person to handle them. God, I didn’t want this to end.
Having a partner who I connected with this easily—damn, that was the dream.
Drake nipped at my earlobe, sending a shiver through me, and he quickened the way he jerked me off. All too fast, my breaths quickened, and droplets of sweat beaded on my forehead, a few trickling down.
“Oh god, oh god,” I gasped, the urge to come barreling up again.
Drake let go.
“Fuckingfuckyou,” I groaned, tipping my head back. His muscular frame pressed up against me, the skin-to-skin connection lighting me up inside. Almost as much as his flaccid cock still resting inside my hole. The only way it’d be better was if he was bare.
Drake chuckled, his chest rumbling with the sound. “Pretty sure you’d prefer it the other way around. Though, I guess you’re verse?”
“Pretty sure I’d rather be coming than conversing,” I gasped.
He wrapped his hand around my cock again, continuing the leisurely stroke along my cock. It was so sensitive at this point I couldscream, my balls primed and ready for release. Even though he pulled back when I was close to coming, each time brought me closer and closer to the edge. And already, I could feel the familiar tension brewing inside me, growing stronger with every shift of his warm palm.
“Had enough, baby?” he teased, amusement in his voice.
“Please let me come,” I begged, not even caring how shameless I sounded.
“Since you asked so prettily,” he murmured, brushing his lips against my nape again in a casual kiss. The gentle sensation contrasted with the way he quickened shuttling his hand up and down my length. I swooned. The filthiness mixed with tenderness was everything I’d ever wanted in a partner.
Drake’s teeth grazed against my skin, and a keening noise escaped me. I was trapped between his body, his cock still lodged inside me, and his hand moving along my cock at a rapid pace. I loved it, more than I thought I would. The feel of his palm against my sensitive cock brought me closer and closer to the edge. My breaths came out choppy and fast, sweat breaking out on my thighs. Fuck.
My balls ached so badly I wanted to scream, and each stroke had me nearing explosion.
“Please,” I gasped. “Please.”
“So good,” he murmured, his voice velvet. “Come for me.”
The orgasm slammed into me hard enough that my vision shuddered. I shouted long and loud as my balls drew up and a thick and heavy load shot from my cock. It splattered onto the sheets in front of me, and my body tensed from the sheer force of the release. I coasted on pleasure as fireworks exploded behind my eyes, commanding my sole attention.
