Dick Therapy

Shively

Continuation of chapter 18

I wish Dasan was naked too. As his hot mouth envelopes my cock, swirling his tongue around my head, I want to touch him. I want to feel his body and look at his dick.

His hand moves over my thighs, pulling my legs apart. Bringing me down further to his face. I don’t think I’m heavy, but I feel like I’m going to suffocate him. It makes me struggle to keep my weight on my legs.

The way he tastes my cock, the way it throbs and jumps when he changes what he does with his tongue, means my legs are shaking pretty quickly. His hands move over my skin, through the hair there—another thing that I’m suddenly a little too conscious about.

Dasan’s arm moves between my thighs, coming up and around so he can rest his hand on my stomach. His touch doesn’t feel like he’s proving a point—touching me because I’m suddenly self-conscious about my body when I’ve never thought to be before. It’s in the way he touches me. As if he wants me. 

He likes what he feels. He likes what he tastes. 

A surge of pleasure rushes through me as he concentrates on sucking me with purpose. I moan, my spine arching backward as my arousal floods me, suddenly dropping south into my core.

“Dasan,” I groan.

He repeats his suction, and my hips jerk this time. It feels as though my muscles suddenly give out, and I drop forward. My face buries in his crotch. I’m met with a hard dick covered by his pants. 

I press my face closer and let my moan out. Dasan’s hand reaches further like this, and I feel his fingers move over my nipple. His other hand remains on my thigh, maybe holding me in place.

“Alpha,” I grunt. Experiencing his touch all over makes me feel overwhelmed, but it does feel like he’s enjoying what he feels. I’ve never gotten the impression that he’d change something about me. I know that. I don’t know that he’s touching me any differently than he usually does, but maybe because of our recent conversation, it feels like it’s more.

His touch could be more attentive now because he knows I apparently have body-image issues. There’s a chance I’ve always had them, and perhaps I hide them behind suits. I look good in suits. They hide all the soft, sensitive areas that the world judges.

He touches every part of me. All the places that I’d been self-conscious about and questioning before he stepped into the room. His touch isn’t forced or uncomfortable. It’s confident, indulgent, worshipping. There’s hunger in his touch.

Meanwhile, his mouth doesn’t stop moving over my dick. I’m almost surprised when he lets it go. I think he must be done, but he moves his face to my balls and I grunt. The lightest suck on my left nut has my entire body jerking, and I gasp like I’ve just plunged into the Arctic Ocean.

“Alpha!” I cry, trying not to grind down on his face. I’m not sure if I want him to stop sucking my balls because it’s intense or continue until I paint his chest with my seed. “Oh, fuck. Alpha.”

He chuckles. “These balls, omega. So damn sexy. You feel how they fit into my mouth?”

The next second, before I manage to take a breath or answer, my balls are in his mouth, filling his cheeks. I imagine he looks like a squirrel, but while the picture in my head is quite funny, I’m about to come.

“I need to come,” I warn him, knowing better than to actually do so. I don’t come unless my alpha tells me I can. “Please, Alpha. Please. Oh god, it feels good.”

My voice is whiny, and everything inside me feels hot and shaking. Dasan releases my balls and swallows my cock down again. I try very hard not to move, letting him drive this show, but holy hell, I’m still vibrating from having my balls in his mouth. It hums just under the surface, and his masterful mouth on my cock adds to the well that’s already overflowing.

“I need to come,” I beg, pressing my face hard into his groin. I love feeling how hard he is. The sensation of his hard cock against my face is a reminder that he enjoys this.

I swear, my alpha knows what I need. He lets my cock out, allowing me to take a breath, then says, “Take my dick out, Shiv.”

My hands are shaky as I do what I’m told, undoing his pants and shoving them aside as best I can. I stare for just a second at how glorious he is, outlined in his underwear. So damn hard, like a steel pipe under thin fabric. Does he know how damn sexy it is?

I don’t allow myself a lot of time to stare. He didn’t tell me to admire him. He told me to take his dick out.

It feels difficult when I can’t get his pants out of the way. I shove his underwear down inside his pants enough to pull his cock out. It feels so heavy and hot in my hand, rising up like a tower with a big metal ring on it. My mouth waters.

“You feel how hard I am, Shiv?”

I nod. “Yes, Alpha.”

“Do you know why I’m hard?”

“You’re turned on.”

“Yes. Why am I turned on?”

His tongue licks along the underside of my cock and I choke on my tongue, shivering at the sensation. “I… You’re horny?”

He chuckles. “You turn me on like no one I’ve ever met, omega. You're an incredible man, far more than just your body, but I know that's not what you struggle with. You know your worth, don't you?”

I swallow, nodding.

“So we’ll come back to that another time. Right now, I want you to watch my cock and how it leaks for you while I enjoy your body. You’ll see just how much I love what I see. What I feel. How you taste. Every inch of you is absolute perfection, omega. Keep your eyes on my dick.”

Shivering, I nod and force myself into a position where I can stare at his dick. This forces me to brace myself on my forearms, my crotch pressing more into his face, which Dasan takes full advantage of. Once again, he takes my cock into his mouth. 

I stare at his dick, watching as it twitches, jumps, and drips while my eyes roll. Heat pools between my legs, making me babble and beg to get off as I shake with the effort to hold myself up, keep my eyes open and on his dick, and not come.

“Dasan,” I cry. Tears sting my eyes as the struggle becomes more and more difficult.

“Do you believe I find you attractive, omega?” Dasan asks. He takes my right nut in his mouth just as I’m answering, so my one syllable answer turns high pitched at the end.

“Y-y-ES!”

“You believe I love every inch of you?”

“Yes,” I whine.

“Do you think I have any complaints about your goods?”

I only remember that the dick and ball collar is still on me when I feel it unsnap, releasing some of the pressure around my junk. “Yes. You like my junk.”

He chuckles. “I love your junk, omega. One day, we’re going to see just how long you can manage to keep your orgasm contained while I do nothing but worship your junk with endless dick therapy. But for now, you’re going to stare at my dick while I make you orgasm. You’re going to count to sixty, out loud, with Mississippi's between the numbers, and when you reach sixty Mississippi, you can come. Understand?”

I nod wildly.

“Keep your eyes on my cock. Continue to watch how hot I am for you when you’re not touching me at all. Watch how hot I am just from touching and tasting you.”

His mouth goes back to my cock and I try to count. I lose track several times as he teases my orgasm, sucking it right to the brink until I’m practically crying with the need to release. I’m pretty sure it’s far longer than a minute when I finally hit sixty Mississippi. He releases my dick just before I come and takes my balls back into his mouth.

I come with a choking gasp, a whiny keening sound, as he sucks my balls while I shoot my load. My entire body reacts on its own, and I bear down on his face as my orgasm overtakes me. When my arms give out, I land face-first in his crotch. Dasan’s hard dick is like a hot pole against my temple as I breathe him in, this most sensitive, all-Dasan scent between his legs.

“You feel that?” Dasan asks. “How beautiful I find you?”

A shiver trickles over my body, and I turn my face into his dick. He chuckles.

“You find the puddle of precum I’ve dirtied myself with?”

I’m not sure where this puddle is, but I don’t miss all the wet, sticky spots. I nod.

“All because of you, sweet omega.” His hands continue to move over my body, touching me softly but confidently. Firmly. Reverently. “You’re stunning. The most beautiful person I’ve ever known. That’s why I always want you naked. I want to always have an uninterrupted view.”

I swallow the lump in my throat preventing me from taking a full breath. “Thank you,” I whisper.

“Come up here. Let me look into your eyes.”

My muscles still feel limp, but I struggle to swing my leg over him without kneeing him in the nose. I crawl over him, blushing madly at the streak of my cum down his shirt. That looks like a lot.

His fingers touch my chin, and I move my eyes to his. “Tell me how you feel?”

“Weak.”

He grins. “Alright. Now, let’s talk about emotionally.”

I lay at his side, pressed against him, trying not to touch the mess on his shirt. “I feel… good. It might be the endorphins, though,” I admit.

“Fair enough.” He moves my hand down to his cock. God, he’s so hard! “You feel this? Feel how incredibly, unforgivably hard I am?”

My cheeks flush as I nod.

“This is all for you, Shiv. All because of you. You can see it and feel it. Can you hear it in my voice? How turned on I am?”

I can, especially now that I’m not so focused on how self-conscious I am. His voice is lower, huskier. “Yes.”

“Do you still question how I think about you? About your body? Your dick?”

I close my eyes for a second and shake my head.

“If you want to make changes for you, I will support you in any way you need and want. But I’m telling you with all honesty, I’ve never been more enthralled with a single person, Shiv.”

“I believe you, Alpha,” I murmur and take a deep breath.

“Good. I think maybe you need a little more dick therapy, but first, let’s eat while it's hot. Stuff ourselves until we can barely move and are forced to work off the calories we consume.”

That sounds like a perfect way to spend the day.

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