I let him enjoy me like he’d enjoyed those candies. I watched him work, focused in turn on feeling the pleasure of it, then holding myself back. He clearly knew how to handle a man. When he took me in completely, his chin scratched against my tightening sac, a new and welcome sensation. I began to pour all my attention into not experiencing release too fast. Despite desperately wanting to, despite fantasies of holding Anton’s head in place and forcing him to swallow, or pulling out just in time to see his expression when I let it go over his face, I wanted something else more.
“Stop,” I said, and he obeyed, and looked up from where he knelt.
He knew what I wanted. He spat on my length for the additional liquid, and stood, and grabbed the chair for support. In a moment his own pants were
