Chapter 710: Fuck You! [M]
The confines of Lu Yizhou’s arms around him were so strong. He writhed, yet he was unable to prevent those fingers from teasing his hole again and again. Lu Yizhou knew his body all too well. He did not rush to enter and instead, took his damn sweet time to stroke the rim again and again while his other hand languidly glided over Zeke’s sensitive length. In the tranquil bathroom, nothing could be heard except for Zeke’s soft and restrained cries.
In this position, Zeke could not see what Lu Yizhou was planning. Just as he thought that Lu Yizhou’s finger was going to slip in, he would pull back and Zeke would clench onto nothing but empty air. The feeling of the death scythe hanging over his neck was truly unbearable. Oh God... he was going to be driven insane by this man sooner or later!
Zeke weakly clamped Lu Yizhou’s hand between his trembling thighs. He swallowed the overflowing saliva in his mouth once, twice, and only then could he manage to stutter , "L–Lu Yizhou..."
"Hmm?" The man’s chest rumbled along with his soft hum and was transmitted toward Zeke who was held in his powerful embrace. Zeke bit down on his lower lip, feeling as if his back had transformed into a wide area of delicate nerves that directly stimulated his cock. Lu Yizhou pressed his nose on Zeke’s nape and took a deep inhale of his lover’s unique scent, his voice a captivating echo in Zeke’s ear. "What’s wrong, sweetheart?"
Damn it, he still dared to ask this kind of question! Zeke gritted his teeth angrily yet had nowhere to vent. This weakling body had grown too soft from the previous orgasm, and Lu Yizhou did not even give him a chance to breathe as he continued to lead him into another round of sweet agony. It was unbearable... too unbearable!
Those hands and fingers worked wonders as they brought him the equal amount of pain and pleasure. As of now, every touch and caresses, even the lightest exhale on his ear, was more than enough to set him off.
He sensed it in his core when another orgasm rapidly approached with the momentum of a trainwreck. Zeke choked back a desperate sob, the tension in his body rising higher and higher. And just as he was prepared to let himself fall... Lu Yizhou stopped.
He. Fucking. Stopped. Moving!!
The peak that was so close at hand was receding away in a flash. How to describe it? It was the feeling of dying with thirst only for the last jar of water to be held at arm’s length – and worst, the person who held the jar was even taunting him! If he did not die of excessive lust, then he would definitely die of rage and grievances!