My answer was edging close to a whine.
“And overwhelmed? Are you not sufficiently overwhelmed?” His voice washed over me, stronger and more erotic than any rope.
“Well—” I started, but he cut me off, tumbling us onto the bed, him on top. “Yes. That. Push me into the bed.”
“You like being held down?” He peered down at me, body already moving to pin me in place before his mouth attacked me again.
“Love it.” I arched against him, just to test the hold he had on me. Delightfully, he pushed me down hard with his pelvis. Not grinding, but his cock was a thick, solid weight against my own, anchoring me.
Ev took my hands and placed them on the headboard. “Good. Now I’m going to have some fun.”
“Awesome. Use me.” I stretched against him. I needed this, and every cell hummed with awareness.
Ev moved my shirt again to kiss my neck and collarbones. “Keep holding on.”
Then he pushed up the sleeves to kiss and lick at each wrist in turn, kissing each bit of skin he uncovered. I wore two bracelets on my left wrist that the twins had made, and Ev gently moved those aside to lick at my pulse point. It was a simple cotton long-sleeved shirt, but I resolved to wear something with buttons next time we did this.
“Should I be wearing a cardigan for this?” I laughed, trying to distract myself from the very real possibility of coming in my pants at some point.
“Shh.” Ev moved so that he could lick my waist, uncovering a narrow strip of skin, and my next laugh died in my throat. He raised the shirt millimeters at a time, and when his lips finally found one of my pierced nipples, I almost shot on the spot.
“Ev. Seriously. I didn’t bring spare pants.”
“You have very little self-control.” He made a little chiding noise that went straight to my dick before he went back to teasing my nipples with little licks and flicks. I’d gotten them pierced on a whim when I was nineteen, but Ev played them like a finely tuned instrument and made my impulse seem like genius.
And I wasn’t kidding—my balls tightened and I had to start making complicated drinks in my head to keep from exploding. Eventually, mercifully, Ev returned to my waistband and unzipped me, but his microscopic removal technique had me cursing softly and clutching the headboard hard. He kissed everywhere but my aching dick—tops of my thighs, all around my patch of hair, over the arch of my hip bone—until finally my pants were around my lower thighs and my shirt was around my neck. He sat back on his heels, surveying his work like he was very pleased with himself for trapping me with my own clothes and driving me out of my mind.
Then, wordlessly and in one smooth motion, he swallowed my dick down. I arched up, but his strong forearms locked me in place.
“Wait. Want to get you off, too,” I panted. My body was used to very efficient orgasms—five-minute shower specials. On very rare occasions, though, I got a chance to practice edging, and Ev made me feel both like I’d been edging for hours and like I was on the express train to quick and dirty. His nimble tongue danced through whatever restraint I had.
Ev lifted his head long enough to say, “You are.”
“Want to touch you.” I groaned, but my hands didn’t leave the headboard.
My cock still in his mouth, Ev grinned up at me wickedly. He let it slide out of his mouth with a loud plop, a lewd sound that made my balls tighten up. “I have fantasized about this for weeks. You at my mercy. Touching and tasting you until I’ve had my fill. Next time, I will allow you to touch. But right now, I am going to live out my fantasy, thank you very much.”
“When you put it that way…”
“There is much I want to do to you, but if you don’t be quiet…” he trailed off ominously.
“Shutting up now.”
He gave a dark laugh before swallowing me down again. He didn’t deep throat, but that was okay—his dexterous hands teased the base of my shaft and my balls, working in concert with his generous mouth to make me pant and moan. Remembering what Ev had said about noise, I turned my head to bite one of Ev’s fluffy pillows.
“Yes. Bite the pillow. Such a beautiful picture,” Ev praised in between more sucks and licks. I wasn’t touching him and we weren’t even all the way naked yet, but I still felt closer to him than I had anyone in years.
“Fuck, Ev…gonna…” The bastard slowed it down, keeping me riding the edge for what felt like decades, until without warning, he tightened his grip, fingers just this side of too rough on my balls, and that was it. I buried a scream in the pillow as I came. He swallowed greedily around my cock, and the sensation was enough to milk out a few more spurts. The orgasm made my whole body shudder and my hands dropped away from the headboard.
“So beautiful.” Ev sat up, kneeling next to me. He wiped his face delicately with a towel at the foot of the bed.
“You planned ahead.” I laughed. I patted my chest and shoved a pillow behind my head. I wasn’t moving, but I needed his cock. “Your turn now.”
Ev considered my offer like it was a choice of entrees, head tilting to one side. “In my…fantasy, I shot on your stomach. Because you are good with being made a mess.”
Hot as the image of Ev jerking off was, I was desperate to taste him. “Fuck. That’s hot. Let me suck you until you’re close, then you can make all the mess you want on me.”
I liked his curious bundle of quirks—hating wet mess and stuff on his hands but wanting to paint me with his cum. The unwrapping me bit by bit had been kinky and sweet and dirty all at the same time. My cock stirred at the memory, waking up a bit more as Ev unzipped and unveiled a thick, uncut cock with a plump head.
“Fuck. Ev, you’re delicious. Get up here.”
Straddling my chest, he fed me his cock with the same slow deliberateness he’d explored my body, first giving me only the heavy head. My hands bracketed his hips, but there was no question who was driving this show. In my fairly limited experience, some cock-heads were perfectly round, while others were ovals, but Ev’s had an interesting elongated angle to it, giving it an almost elegant flair before the thick crown and ridge of foreskin.
He kept a hand on his dick, controlling how much I could suck, and that bit of bossiness got my motor humming again big-time. It also motivated me to do my best work with my lips and tongue, teasing and dancing over his tip, lapping up the copious pre-cum from his slit. The salty tang of pre-cum had always turned me on, and I loved guys like Ev, who made lots for me to lick up and tease out. Finally, he slid his hand back a bit and gave me more to play with. I groaned as the thick length of him slid over my tongue. He was wide enough that I had to do some oral gymnastics to keep my teeth at bay, but not so long as to tax my ability to take all he wanted to give me.
He found a rhythm of slowly fucking my mouth in long, fluid strokes punctuated by soft curses. If I hadn’t come minutes earlier, his husky whispers combined with the taste of his cock might have been enough to tip me over. He didn’t speed up, but his breathing hitched, and I could tell by the tension in his thighs that he was getting closer. He started going deeper, little jerks of his hips now, not pulling all the way back. My eyes watered and my throat stung and the sensations washed over me in a perfect wave as my focus narrowed to only him and his cock fucking my mouth, him owning me so thoroughly that I needed him for my next breath.
“Siktir.” Ev moaned the word. I didn’t have to speak Turkish to know he was almost there. I loosened my grip on his hips so he could slide backward, jerking himself with a surprisingly loose grip over my bare stomach. Less than five strokes and he was covering me with thick ropes of cum that pooled on my belly.
“My imagination is clearly not good enough,” Ev panted, staring at his handiwork for a long moment. Eyes locked on his, I dragged a finger through the puddle, then brought it to my mouth, licked it clean.
“Dirty