Page 23 of Edging Coach
“Yeah, Jack,” he slurred. “Such a good boy. Such a good, obedient boy who’d swallow every drop of my cum again if I told him to.”
“Fuuuck…”
“Is that a yes, Jack? Would you swallow my?—”
“Every drop,” I gritted out. “Every?—”
Devon’s body jerked and he whispered something sharply Quebecois and profane, eyes closed as he pressed his head back into the pillow. “God, yeah…”
I watched, slack-jawed and breathless, ridiculously close tolosing it myself as Devon unabashedly came right there on camera.
As he started to settle down, he panted, “I want to come in your ass, Jack.” He swept his tongue across his lips. “After I’ve turned it red with my hand or… Or any of my toys. I… calisse. I want you.”
“M-me too. I… Devon. Please.” I shifted on the bed, and I sounded close to tears as I whispered, “Pleaselet me come.”
“Show me how hard you are.”
I bit back some curses and tilted the screen so he could see my fully hard and painfully neglected dick.
“I want you to touch yourself,” he said evenly. “But don’t come.”
“I don’t know if I can stop myself from coming. I’m—Devon, I need to come so bad.”
“Mm-hmm. But you need to be a good boy more than you need to come.”
Ironically, that nearly made me come. He was absolutely right. Somehow, he knew what I needed and wanted even when I’d spent decades trying to figure it out.
“Touch yourself,” he insisted. “Now.”
I obeyed, and the first brush of my fingertips almost had me going off. I would go to my grave wondering where I’d found the control to hold back. What deep, previously untapped reserves of self-restraint kept me teetering on but not tumbling over the edge.
“Devon…”
“That’s it. You love doing what you’re told, don’t you? Being a good boy for me?”
“Y-yes. Yes, Sir.” My voice was as much of a wreck as I was. “Yes, I fucking love it.”
“Yeah, you do. Such a good, obedient boy. Mmm, so sexy and submissive. All for me.”
“All for you.” I arched off the bed, trying to control myself, stroke myself, and not drop my phone at the same time.
“Come.”
The word came out of nowhere, and my orgasm was right behind it. With a shout, I was there, my cum hitting my stomach, my phone, and God knew what else as my hips bucked off the bed.
And just like that, I dropped onto the mattress as if I’d levitated off it, and I lay there, panting and shaking and covered in cum.
“Perfect,” Devon murmured. When I turned the phone so I could see his face, he was grinning, just as I expected, but his eyes were full of approval I hadn’t known I needed. “Very good, Jack. Very, very good.”
I closed my eyes as the room kept spinning around me.
“Clean yourself up and get some sleep,” he ordered. “Tomorrow’s going to be busy.”
It was, and I knew all the reasons why, but the stress couldn’t touch me in that moment. Nothing could except bliss and fatigue.
“Devon.” I met his gaze. “Can I… Can I ask for one thing? Sir?”
He raised his eyebrows.
