Page 68 of Wild Fire

“This okay?” he asks, his voice crisp and clear as he takes my cock in his hand. I nod.

“Yes…”

“Good,” he murmurs. “Because I’m going to show you just how fucking frustrating it is when you don’t get what you want.”

I can’t help the smirk on my face.

“Is that so?” I ask.

Nate doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he takes my cock into his mouth and settles his hands on my ass and the minute my cock hits the back of his throat, I feel my insides twist.

“Nate…” I breathe, feeling the familiar percolating desire starting to culminate.

He licks, bites, and sucks at my cock as one hand finds my balls, and I have to brace myself against the doorframe to keep from going down like a stone.

“I’m going to—”

He pops off of me, and I hiss, my dick throbbing because I was so close, but…

“Not yet,” he says. Then dives back in and takes me into his mouth until I hit the back of his throat and he gags. My body feels like a livewire; electric and full of power.

Power I’ve never felt before.

Once again, my orgasm starts to swell, and my head gets dizzy.

“Nate…” I cry. “Stop, I’m going to–”

He pops off of me, licking his swollen lips. I watch as his gaze darkens and he pushes me against the edge of the couch, which makes me fall back too easily. My cock bobs freely, glistening with precum in the low light.

Nate stands before me, and I watch as he slides his jeans and his boxer briefs clean off; that dark look in his eye making my cock twitch. He takes his cock in his hand and starts to stroke himself. My eyes fixate on his cock—or more aptly the prominent vein that is bulging along his perfect, smooth shaft. His pink head glistens with precum, which only makes me want to taste him again.

“Tell me what you want, Mister Hot Stuff,” he says, and I swear I’ve never heard anything hotter. I groan, aching to touch myself, to be touched, and brought to release, and the words fall out of my mouth.

“You,” I say. “I want to taste you.”

Nate grins as he saunters over to me, pushing me down into the bed. I get a look at him—at all of him. His long, pale legs, his thick cock dripping with arousal. His jeweled gaze full of fire. He throws his leg over me and I can’t help myself. I know I should wait, but I don’t want to wait any longer. I grab his ass and pull him down, finding his hole with my tongue.

“Fuck!”

He nearly jumps off the bed. I have to focus on not laughing, because I know he’s probably blushing right now. And he’s so fucking cute when he blushes.

I can’t get enough of the taste of him, the feel of him. I get lost in the sounds escaping his throat, knowing they are because of me.

And then I hear his spit, and my balls start to tighten, knowing what’s next.

Except, Nate doesn’t grab my cock. He probes one finger over my hole, pressing in just enough to apply pressure, but he doesn’t push further.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice dark.

“No,” I mutter, sinking my fingernails into his flesh. My gaze settles on the pink swells from my fingernails, and I let out a deep groan. My cock throbs and I absentmindedly thrust it in the air.

“I want more,” I say.

Nate hums out a sound of contentment and his response is sliding his finger in a little more as he takes my cock in his mouth and starts to suck.

I cry out around his dick as he fucks my mouth while groaning and sucking me like I’m his favorite meal.

He stops, and I cry out once more. I was so close! So fucking close.