Berries and Greed

God, he was so sweet. Deciding to test the waters, I murmured, “Maybe next time I’ll tie your wrists to the headboard and do it myself. See how long I can keep you on the edge until I finally let you come.”

“F-fuck.” His hips jerked erratically as he pumped the sleeve over his cock faster. “Fuck—”

“Stop.”

He whipped the sleeve off his cock with a sob that was tinged with both relief and frustration. I gave him a few seconds, peppering kisses over his ear and the side of his face, before ordering, “Again.”

“I’ll c-come,” he got out, voice ragged.

“No you won’t.”

Groaning warily, he slid the sleeve back over his cock and broke out in a full-body shiver. “F-f-fuck, I’m so close.”

“Again, Greid,” I said sternly, watching as his free hand clenched the sheets, then gripped my ankle, then slid onto his inner thigh, moving restlessly like he didn’t know what to do with it.

My mouth quirked as I leaned down to his ear again. “Do you play with your ass when you do this?”

“Nnngh.” He swallowed thickly, chest heaving as he stroked his cock. “S-sometimes. Most of the time,” he admitted.

I grinned. “Give me your hand.”

He lifted the one off his thigh until I could clasp his wrist and draw it closer. Then I slid his middle finger into my mouth, sucking it and drenching it in saliva. Greid moaned, writhing between my legs, his hand going still on his cock and squeezing hard.

Releasing his finger, I rasped, “Stroke your hole. Don’t put your finger in, though.”

“Oh f-fuck.” He lowered his trembling hand, hitching his left knee higher on the bed to tilt his hips.

His hand slid between his splayed legs, palm resting against his tight sac. A shuddering moan left him as his head tilted back against my shoulder.

I glanced down at him to see his eyes shut, an expression of bliss on his face. God, I wished I could see his fingers touching himself there. Next time. Or maybe I’d do it myself.

“What do you imagine when you think of me while you’re doing this?” I asked in a low voice, gently pinching his nipples. “Keep stroking your cock, Greid.”

“I…” He obeyed, shuddering as he resumed plunging the sleeve over his cock. “I…”

“Be a good boy for me, Greid. Tell me. I want to hear it.”

“Oh god.” He sobbed, trying to keep his hips still as his hand grew erratic. “I think—I think about you fucking me. Pinning me down and fucking me until I can’t take it anymore. F-fuck, Beryl, I’m going to come. I’m going to come—”

“Stop,” I said, somehow getting the word out in a calm tone despite the lust pounding in my blood, which grew even stronger when he immediately obeyed with a groan of desperation. Stroking his chest, I kissed his ear and murmured, “You’re doing so well, Greid. I’m so proud of you. How much more do you think you can take?”

“N-no m-more,” he said immediately. “I can’t—I’m going to come. I c-can’t hold it back anymore.”

I made a soothing noise, nuzzling his hair, but the urge to push him just that little bit further swelled inside me. He had his safeword. He could use it if he really didn’t want to wait anymore. I wasn’t going to deny him his orgasm if he did—this was his reward, after all. This was just us testing out our newfound knowledge about what each other wanted. A trial run, so to speak.

“Maybe a little more?” I murmured gently. “You’re being so good for me, Greid.”

His throat clicked as he swallowed around his heaving breaths, but he eventually croaked, “Okay. I’ll try.”

“Such a good boy.” Cupping his chin, I tilted his head up for a brief kiss. “Nearly there, Greid. I’ll let you come soon, okay?”

“Okay,” he repeated weakly, then let out a slow, shaky breath as he poised the sleeve back over the tip of his cock. It bucked just from that light graze, a low whimper escaping him before he clamped his lower lip between his teeth.

“Just the head this time,” I whispered, watching avidly as he moaned and worked the sleeve over the head of his cock with short, slick strokes. The sound of it was making my clit throb, the pad in my underwear completely soaked with arousal. I pushed my hips harder into his back to try and get some relief.

“I can’t…” His voice wobbled, hips twitching erratically and clawed toes curling. “I c-can’t—”

“Stroke your cock hard and fast. Get in at least five pumps, then you can come.” Smoothing my palm over his chest, I purred, “God, I can’t wait to watch you come, Greid.”

“F-f-fuck.” He plunged the sleeve down the full length of his cock, entire body shaking now that his release was in reach.

I forced myself to count his rapid strokes, and I knew he was too, because on the fifth, his hips snapped up as his head craned back, digging into my shoulder, and he let out a raw shout.

Dark, smoky cum shot out of his cock in a heavy wave, reaching his exposed throat. The second spurt was just as bountiful, and the third. And the fourth. Then they started tapering off as he used the sleeve to milk his cock, shuddering hard like he was already too sensitive but wasn’t willing to stop.