Painting Him Mine

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

EZRA

I thanked all my lucky stars that Mauricio had been the one to receive my defaced ten-dollar bill. Not only was he a fellow artist, but he was gorgeous and down to sext with me on a whim. At the rate he was going, it wouldn’t be much longer before I was ready to ask him to take things to the next level in person.

His answer made me groan with need as I jerked off.

Mauricio

Not until I’m sucking your beautiful dick and swallowing your cum. And that’s only the beginning of our fun.

Ezra

Damn right it is. Show me how aroused you are.

I slowed down my pace so I wouldn’t come to an early finish. Bless Mauricio, he sent back a picture that I saved to an album on my phone to enjoy again later. His cock stood proudly from a nest of trimmed dark hair, making my ass ache from how badly I wanted to feel it moving inside me. Even his forearm was sexy, adorned with the most beautiful flower tattoos I had ever seen. They were in a different array of styles, ranging from photorealistic to abstract. I longed to trace the outline of the delicate petals with my tongue until I came. It was annoying to type a long response with one hand, but I persevered to drive him wild.

Ezra

Your arm is a work of art all by itself, but add in those lovely tattoos and I’m a goner. Thinking about being held in your beautiful, strong arms really does it for me—especially when I imagine them wrapped around me as I ride your thick, long cock.

Mauricio

I’m imagining grabbing your thighs hard as I thrust into you, making you moan loud enough to piss off my neighbors.

They’re going to hate us a lot more because I won’t stop until I’m screaming your name as I come. I’m already crying it out so loudly that my neighbors think you’re actually here.

Good, because I like it when you get noisy. Tell the entire world how good it feels to get fucked by me.

I keened as I worked my length. It was exquisite torture of the best kind. But I was getting sick of typing one-handed, so I took a chance and called him.

It was hard not to laugh when he answered on the first ring. “You must have read my mind.” He chuckled in a smooth baritone that turned my insides to molten lava. “Let me hear you, Ezra.”

“Fuck, your voice is so sexy.” Since I was shameless and didn’t give a shit about the asshole who lived next door, I had no problem getting loud. “Give me more, Mauricio.”

His rumbling growl made me whimper as I imagined him gripping my hips. “Can you handle more?”

“Fuck me harder!” My hand picked up speed as I raced toward my peak. “I need you to paint my insides with your cum.”

“I will as soon as you turn my stomach into a Jackson Pollock painting.”

The art reference was enough to send me over the edge. I didn’t hold back as I climaxed while shouting his name. “Mauricio!” Moaning with satisfaction, I felt completely boneless after my release.

It seemed to do the trick because he moaned my name before his breathing hitched as he came. Both of us were a bit out of breath as we recovered.

I couldn’t resist pushing things further by snapping a photo of my splattered cum on my stomach and sending it to him. “Personally, I think I put Pollock to shame. What about you?”