Krem could have melted. What he did do was shift his hand from gently rubbing and teasing his clit alongside the flick of Chris's thumb and grabbed him by the wrist, holding him in deep as he shoved his hips down on him. He rode the feeling hard, still holding Chris's cock in his mouth as he whined and moaned obscenely.

It took a second. It wasn't quite as easy the second time as the first, even if his body was still tuned to the immediacy of needy pleasure and desperate for everything that was being given to him. The rumble of Chris's voice across his skin was almost as tactile as the feeling of the actual touch, and definitely contributed to being pulled apart.

This time, his orgasm hit even harder. Less whimpering and whining, and more a filthy, shivering mess, as his body arched and he came in a wet, filthy serious of spurts that followed the deep thrust of Chris's fingers pressing just right inside of him.