Chapter 140: No more fun, ever again (m)
Andrew didn’t know when he’d started crying, but at this point, he didn’t think he could stop.
He let out a choked sob, his balls drawing up as his grip tightened on the silken ropes that bound him and the damn incubus above him giggled.
"Someone’s trying to cum, aren’t they?" Maxwell’s words swirled around Andrew and he whimpered. "Not until I say so." Maxwell whispered, withdrawing Andrew from the tight, warm liquid heat of his body and Andrew couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down his face.
Maxwell had been teasing him for hours at this point. Andrew didn’t know what time it was, but Maxwell had to be somewhat sober now. Otherwise, how else had he remembered every last little thing that would send Andrew over the edge.
"Maxy, please." Andrew begged. Andrew could remember Maxwell grabbing the condoms, thank god, but he couldn’t remember how many they’d gone through. Maxwell had kept to his word and rubbed and squeezed Andrew through his pants until he’d cum. Then he’d left him in the pants as he’d ridden him into his next climax.
He hadn’t given it to Andrew easily, and instead had gotten him so close to the edge about three times before he let Andrew cum. It was torture, made even worse that Andrew couldn’t touch Maxwell.
Normally he could at least hold his hips as he teased him, or touch his hair or brush his fingers across his nipple or something at the very least. This was legitimate torture, only made worse by how much Maxwell was enjoying himself.
Maxwell loved this. Andrew swore there were fucking hearts in his eyes as he teased him with his tight, damp hole and that damn mouth of his too. The way he looked down at him, his lips glistening, his eyes dilated and huge, his hair slowly falling into his face, but that damn sexy flush across his cheeks and shoulders...
God, Andrew was so screwed.
"Where is your mind going, Baby? What could be more important than me?" Maxwell asked and Andrew whimpered.
"I-I’m tired, Maxy. Can’t we call it a night? We still have to be presentable for your family tomorrow." Andrew was begging, no, pleading with Maxwell to finish this. He honestly couldn’t imagine how many more times he could come. He felt hollow. This had only happened one other time right before Maxwell’s heat where he wanted to suck everything out of him.