32. Chapter 32
Chapter thirty-two
I ’m hard, so very hard. My cock is wet. I can feel the slight movement of air over my sensitive skin.
It’s dark. Late, late night. I’m lying on my back, naked. My arms are above my head. I can’t move. None of my muscles are responding.
Something hot, wet, soft, but with a rough edge to it runs along my cock, from root to tip. The sensation is exquisite. The pleasure profound. A helpless moan pours out of me. There is a dull throbbing running through my cock, beating in time with my pulse. It feels like I’ve been hard for hours.
“Mabon!”
“Yes?”
In the dim light, I can just about make out the fall of his pale hair between my spread thighs. This is a hell of a way to wake up.
“What are you doing?” I wheeze.
“Surely that is obvious?”
I groan and try to move, but I’m as immobile as stone. My limbs are there, but utterly unresponsive. My eyes, mouth and lungs are the only parts of me that are working. And my cock. That part of me appears to be in perfect working order.
“Why are you doing this?” I try again.
“You didn’t get to spill properly earlier, so this is only fair.”
A warm wet lick slides down my shaft. The pleasure courses through me. My hips try to lift. My eyes roll back. Oh lord. That feels so very, very good.
I can see my future stretching out before me. I’m going to lie here for hours while Mabon laps at my cock, over and over again. Bursts of sensation and euphoria that are never going to be enough to make me cum. But more than enough to keep me burning with arousal and desire.
Sure enough, he licks me again. This time, his clever tongue swirls around the head of my cock. The slight roughness rasps over my most delicate flesh. It pulls a yell from me. My heels would drum on the mattress if they could move.
Then there is nothing. His tongue is gone. My cock is straining alone in the dark. Nothing but soft air currents brushing over the wetness. I moan helplessly. A low, tormented sound.
“Do you want me to stop?”
At first I think he is teasing, but then the uncertainty in his voice registers in my spinning mind.
“No,” I confess weakly. There really is no other possible answer.
“You are consenting?”
A laugh spills out of me. It heaves my chest. He tied me down with magic in the middle of the night and started sucking on my cock when I was asleep, and now he is asking? Bless him. He is learning. And trying.
“Yes,” I confirm. “I’ll say pineapple if I want you to stop.”
His silken hair brushes over me as he moves. “Why pineapple?”
I try to shrug, but my shoulders are frozen. “I dunno, first thing that popped into my head.”
“Humans are weird,” mutters Mabon, and I have to agree with him there.
Then every single thought I have ever had is blown away by the feel of his soft lips rolling over the head of my cock. The pleasure is all-consuming. Divine. Heavenly.
But he has paused. He is not moving. Only the very tip of me is encased in his soft heat. My thighs are trembling. If my body was mine, I’d be bucking like a bronco, thrusting desperately. Eager to be buried deeper in Mabon’s mouth.
Instead, I’m frozen. Helpless. Keening in dismay while my cock aches and throbs. It feels naked and bare. Exposed. It needs to be inside Mabon. I’m going to die if it doesn’t happen.
Mabon’s hot tongue flicks around my cockhead. The tip of his pointed tongue pokes into my slit, and I scream. A full body, no holds barred scream. I’ve never screamed during sex before. Now I don’t think I’m ever going to stop.
Mabon’s tongue continues to burrow into me. His lips are providing suction, his hand is doing something to my balls. Cupping them, tugging on them, I don’t know. It feels good as well as almost painful, and I think it is the only thing that is stopping me from cumming.
His tongue is pushing me to the edge, whatever he is doing to my balls is pulling me back. A perfect counterbalance. I am left hanging in the air, neither falling nor reaching safety. Hovering in a perfect in between.
I’m sweating and panting. My body is trying to writhe and twist, but all I can do is take it. A most exquisite of tortures.
Pineapple. I should say pineapple. How does my tongue work? How are words formed? I can’t remember. And I don’t think I care all that much because while this is excruciating, it is also bliss. I’m flying and soaring. Everything is rapture and joy. My body is on fire and it has set my soul free. This is heaven on earth, I know it is. The closest to enlightenment I will ever experience. Time has no meaning, but I never want this to end. Even if I scream myself hoarse and die like this.
Mabon slides his lips an inch down my cock, welcoming another inch of me inside him.
My scream turns into an exuberant, “Yes!”
But he pauses again and a slew of swear words pour out of my mouth. Mabon giggles with my cock in his mouth and the sensation feels far too good.
He slides up my shaft. Lips rolling, tongue snaking, cheeks hollowed and providing pressure and suction. The noise that comes out of me is pure whimper.
He reaches the very tip of me and keeps going. There is a wet plop and then my cock is abandoned. Throbbing and alone. I wail in dismay.
“P…p…please!” I stutter.
Mabon purrs. An actual purr, for all the world like a cat. I think that means he is pleased and proud and enjoying tormenting me.
“Poor Mister Dinky.”
I try to nod in eager agreement. Yes, very poor Mister Dinky, please have mercy on him. But I still can’t move.
The very lightest tapping of fingertips runs up and down my swollen cock. I gasp and strain against the magic holding me down. More jumbled swear words pour out of me.
Mabon circles my cock with his thumb and forefinger, he makes a tight ring and slides languorously up and down my length. Oh lord. This is it. This is how I die.
Mabon is a shadow sitting beside me. A predator in the dark. An apparition of the night. A teenage boy’s wet dream brought to life, a creature who wishes to play with your cock until you expire from pleasure.
“Do you like me now?” asks Mabon so softly that I only just hear him. Were those words even meant for me?
My heart twists at the lost, needy sound in his voice, but his clever fingers have brought me right to the very teetering edge of orgasm again and I’m a long, long way from words.
He pulls on my balls again, keeping me from my release. I’m sobbing now. My cheeks are wet with tears. I need to cum. I really, really do.
“I didn’t want to fall for you,” Mabon says and I swear I can hear his pout. “Why did you make me when you don’t feel the same?”
Pain blasts through me. From my soul. My body is still dancing along the very cusp of utter euphoria. It’s a heady, dizzying combination.
The hurt and bewilderment in his voice is profound. I knew he was upset earlier. I knew he felt rejected. But all I did was finger him to orgasm and then snuggle him. I admitted things to myself, but I didn’t share them with him. I offered no reassurance.
Mabon still thinks I don’t like him. He believes I’m not falling for him.
How can he think that? Why doesn’t he know? I betrayed the Resistance for him. I’ve thrown my life away for him. Does he really think I’m simply that nice of a person? That I did it purely out of a sense of justice?
But isn’t that exactly what I have been telling myself? More or less? I certainly haven’t admitted to myself just how deep my feelings for him go. I haven’t shown him. Or told him. And apparently, mind reading is not one of his many talents.
“I like you!” I cry out. “I really, really like you!”
Mabon freezes. His fingers become motionless. My hips try to move again. So close, I was so very close.
“Are you speaking the truth?” he asks breathlessly, with a hint of giddy excitement in his voice.
“Yes!” I rasp.
Mabon inhales sharply. “Well, you should! Because I am magnificent and beautiful!”
“Yes, yes you are,” I agree.
“I’m glad you have come to your senses.”
The words, ‘Me too,’ start to form on my lips but they never make it, because Mabon moves and suddenly my aching cock is enveloped in the tight wet heat of him. He has taken all of me and I’m somewhere down the back of his throat. I yell. He swallows around me. Soft flesh squeezes and undulates around my cock.
And I unravel. I explode. I fall undone.
My orgasm roars. It swells. It burns.
It lights up like a supernova painted in colours of joy and ecstasy.
It throws me into the dark. I’ve cum so hard I’m going to pass out, and my very last thought before the lights switch off completely, is that Mabon is going to be so insufferably smug about this.