Page 133 of Edging Coach
I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered, both from the thought of him riding me like that and because his fingers were getting dangerously close to my cock.
“Would you like that, Jack?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said without hesitation. “Very much.”
“Mmm, I thought so.” He trailed a single fingertip alongside my dick without touching it, his hand just close enough to let me feel his body heat. “Do you think you could hold back? Not let yourself come while you’re in my ass and I’m coming?”
“Fucking hell…” I squirmed, every muscle in my body wound tight. The terrycloth burned vaguely against my wrists, taunting me with immobility when I wanted nothing more than to reach down and jerk myself off. “I would… If you told me to hold back, I would.”
“Such a good boy.” That fingertip continued downward, then trailed over my balls, and my spine arched off the bed. “Will you lie there and not come while I ride your dick like that when we’re home?”
“Yes, Sir. Yes,please,Sir.”
“Mmm, yes, you will.” He caressed my balls. “Something to look forward to.” I held my breath as he teased my balls, then moved up to lightly stroke my shaft. “Do you think you could keep from coming now?” He closed his fingers around my dick. “For as long as I make you?”
I wanted to come right then and there. Every touch, everyword, every time the belt resisted when I pulled at it—I wanted to absolutely explode.
But more than anything in the world, I wanted to obey him. I wanted to please him. “Y-yes. Yes, Sir. I can—” I swallowed, squirming as much as I could without thrusting into his hand. “Please, Sir…”
“Ooh, I love when you beg.” Devon’s grip tightened ever so slightly, enough to create the most dizzying friction with every excruciatingly slow stroke. “Do you know what I’m going to do after I finally let you come?”
I shook my head. “N-no, Sir.”
“You’re going to stay just like that, and I’m going to come up and fuck your mouth.”
A full-body shiver drove a hoarse “oh, God” from my lips.
“You’re going to lie there just like that,” he went on, closing his hand just alittletighter, “until I come down your throat. Won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. God, yes…”
“Would you like that?” The question was two-pronged—my Dom teasing me, but also checking in. Genuinely asking if I would like it.
I could read between those lines—could I handle him fucking my face while my hands were bound, however loosely, and I was on my back?
Truthfully, had anyone else suggested it, including the man I’d been married to for so many years, the fear would’ve chased away everything else, including my hard-on. With Devon, though, I was eager for it. Steel-hard in his hand, pre-cum slicking his strokes, far closer to coming than panicking because yes, yes, God, yes, I wanted his dick down my throat just like this. When I was completely at his mercy.
I licked my lips and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t help writhing beneath his ministrations and the promise of more. “When… When we’re home…” I had to catch my damn breath, but I managed, and I looked at him as I asked, “Will you do this again, but tie me for real?”
Surprise registered on his face, and his hand faltered for half a stroke. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Sir. I…” I closed my eyes as I tried to stay in control. Christ, just thinking about it had me on edge. “Tie me down. So I can’t move. So I’m…” Fucking hell. I was restless with the need for release. “So I’m completely at your mercy.” I made myself meet his eyes. “And then fuck my face until you come.”
Devon’s lips parted. “Crisse, that’s hot…”
I nodded because I was out of words.
“And you would let me?” He stroked me harder now, pumping me right to the brink. “You would let me bind you, immobilize you, and then?—”
“Yes!” The word burst out of me, and it was only by some miracle that my cum didn’t do the same. “Fuck, Devon… I need… Please…”
His wicked laugh made me moan with the worst frustration and the most incredible pleasure. “You need to come, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I whined. “Yes, Sir. God, please…”
