Page 47 of Embriagado

His words went straight to my already hard cock, and I settled in, making myself comfortable with both hands tied over my head.

“What are we waiting for⁠—”

My words died once he cupped my cheeks and squeezed me hard, so hard I bit myself. A bit of blood dribbled down my lip, and he ducked down and licked it. My breath caught at the move, my brain still trying to stay in the loop when he began kissing down my body. First my lips, then my jaw, neck, and chest. Sucking on my nipple, the one he spanked, he tugged it with his teeth, and I licked my lips, stifling a moan. Every place he touched me turned to fire, and I found myself burning from the inside out while he continued to go south. Now kissing me down my happy trail, he reached his hand and wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock. His grip was forceful, making me wince until he began moving his hand along my length at a tormenting pace. My cock twitched in his fist, aching for more when he continued kissing my body.

I jerked as he sank his teeth into my inner thigh, and attempted to move… only my body was restrained to the bed, and the belt burned into my skin at the smallest shift. Getting the memo, I stayed put, breathing through my nose while he stroked me faster. And even though he only used his hand, I felt him everywhere, my body burning with such need I didn’t know was possible.

“How about I tell you a story?” he asked, squeezing the tip of my cock.

Jerking my head back, I closed my eyes, trying hard not to come.

“Oh, baby, you can tell me anything you want,” I panted, pleasure gripping my throat. “Just keep doing what you’re do⁠—”

He pressed his thumb to my tip, and my hips bucked off the bed.

“Are you sure?” he teased, his lips a breath away from my throbbing length.

“Fuck.” I was burning up. “Yes, fuck. Whatever you want.”

“Good.” He trailed his finger along my shaft. “One night, a cat was walking down the street, minding his own business.”

“A kitten?” I giggled. “That’s cute.”

He huffed, his lips nearly touching my cock. “So the cute kitten was walking down the street when two cockroaches crawled out of the sewers and snuck up on him.”

Moving his palm along my shaft, he stroked me gently, going all the way down to my balls and up. It felt so damn good, my toes curled.

“But cockroaches are, well, cockroaches, and by themselves worth just about nothing.” He stopped moving his hand. “Mr. Rivas, are you still listening?”

Taking a sharp intake of air, I nodded. “Yeah.” Sweat slid down my skin, turning it moist. “Kitten. Cockroaches. Go on.”

“Once again, I’m impressed by your sharp absorption.”

God, just make me come⁠—

“So as I was saying, by themselves, they’re not much of a threat, so they made sure a hound joined them.”

I swallowed hard, feeling like I’d burst any second now.

“A hound?”

“Yes.” He clutched my dick harder. “A big, stupid, dirty hound that knew nothing but blood.” He increased the pressure, causing me to choke down a groan.

“Fuck.”

“Long story short, a few years passed⁠—”

My body was on fire, every muscle tensing at the slightest touch of his hand. Was it the drug? Or was it this whole kinky shit I apparently dug?

“—and the so-called hound appeared on the cat’s doorstep.”

He moved his hand to my balls, cupping them firmly while using his other hand to jerk me off, his words background noise to the sound of his palm fapping my cock.

I’m close, so damn close.

“But dumb as a dog, he didn’t realize he’d just walked right into danger. And instead of worrying about his life…” He removed his hand from my dick, leaving me hanging. “You know what the hound did?”

On the brink of coming, I shook my head, desperate for him to go on as I feared my cock would explode.