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“Answer my question, Jordan, then I’ll do you so fucking good.”
The command combined with the use of my name and promise makes me shiver.
“Because you scare the shit out of me, and I like it. God, you know you make me so damn hard...”
Those are my last words as Eli’s mouth gobbles down my dick. His damp hair tickles my pelvis and inner thighs as he sucks my shaft deep into his throat and finally penetrates me with his finger at the same time.
Nothing but screams, moans, and whimpers fill the camper as hours, days of agonizing blue balls finally explode from what I’m certain is the deepest depths of my soul. On and on the pulses of pleasure go. I writhe in the confines of the ankle and wrist restraints through the longest, best orgasm, of my entire fucking life.
“Yes, god, yes,” I cry out as he greedily swallows me down. He milks every last drop from me until minutes have passed, and I grow flaccid in his still suctioning mouth, my limbs all just as limp and sated. “Mmm…don’t stop…not yet.”
Because now I know exactly why Eli insisted that I keep his cock warm and wet for hours. Just letting me temporarily occupy a part of his body without him getting anything out of it for himself makes me feel worshiped, taken care of, spoiled even. I wish I could reach down and run my fingers through his wet hair, hug his face more tightly to my body. But with my wristsrestrained, well, there’s still a vulnerable sort of peace of mind to hold on to where I can lie to myself and say I couldn’t have stopped him from sucking and finger fucking me even if I had wanted to.
“I fucking love...edging…withholding,” I admit aloud to try and drown out those other insecure thoughts in my head. God, I love how this crazy bastard makes me feel fucking alive, even as he threatens to kill me.
His tongue easily swirls around my shriveling shaft, playing with my dick like it’s his favorite toy. My back arches, encouraging him to keep it up.
“It’s the best kind of torture, isn’t it?” Eli asks when he unfortunately pulls his mouth off my shaft but lingers to lick my crown clean.
“So damn good,” I agree, certain my toes are going to cramp up from how hard he made them curl. “I can’t feel my legs anymore.”
“Good thing you don’t need them,” he replies as he gets to his feet. “Now get some sleep. I’ve got work to do,” Eli says to me.
“What work?”
Without explaining anything further, he grabs his discarded dress shirt and wraps it around my face and head, tying it on the side so tight I can’t dislodge it without grabbing it, which I can’t do. It smells like his sweat and coconuts, not a bad combination.
“What, are you going to suffocate me now?” I ask, unable to help my satisfied smile.
“Sleep,” he barks at me again.
Forced with nothing to see but darkness, my body happy and sated, I close my eyes and drift off for a few peaceful minutes.
When I wake up to a hot, wet mouth on my cock, I groan but not in pleasure.
He’s at it again already, like he couldn’t get enough. Or because he wants to torment me further.
Suck, suck, suck, then he pulls off and stops. Suck, suck, suck, then he stops.
Over and over again, with longer pauses between each time. With my entire face covered, I can’t even see when he’s about to start or stop.
And the pain is like no other. But now I know how good it will feel when he finally lets me come again, so it’s worth the suffering, worth my heavy, aching balls and throbbing cock.
“I’m close. Don’t…don’t let me…come yet,” I tell him between gasps during one of the longer pauses.
Eli unties his shirt from my face. It takes several long moments for my eyes to adjust again to the bright fluorescent light overhead.
When I do, it’s just in time to see Eli kneeling between my legs again. His mouth opens wide. I lift my head to watch my shaft disappear between his lips. His cheeks hollow out as he applies enough suction to pull a few drops of precum from my head before he pulls all the way off. “Gotta go,” he says, and I try and fail to hide my disappointment.
“No!” I shout to the ceiling as I slam my head back down, hating the cool air blowing over my swollen, needy dick that needs a tug so bad I think I might die if I don’t come soon. Worth it. It’ll be worth it when he stops teasing me.
The psycho laughs as he gets to his feet. Then he wipes his damp mouth and chin dry on my abs, the most ticklish spot on my body, making me squirm.
“Maybe I’ll let you come when I get back in the morning.”
“In the morning? Where are you going?”
“Like I would tell you,” he huffs with a grin.
