Chapter 2 #2
Michel’s hands found my hair, his fist clenching in the strands as he thrust into my mouth.
I was in absolute heaven. The sting of his grip kept me centered, and each inch he pushed deeper cut off my airway a little more.
I worked to breathe through my nose so I didn’t have to stop tasting him.
The velvet smoothness swept across my tongue until my face was buried at the juncture of his thighs and he was fully down my throat.
His hands left my hair and traced the taut skin of my throat. I swallowed reflexively, and the small movement pulled an aching groan from him.
“Fuck, baby, that’s so good. Your mouth is a goddamn sin.”
I couldn’t speak, but my answering moan was enough for him to pull back the slightest bit before thrusting forward again.
“You look so good on your knees.”
His thumb swept across my cheek. My eyes watered from the lack of air as he filled my throat, and I fucking loved it. With my mouth full of him, I couldn’t speak and didn’t try. Instead, I braced myself more firmly.
Michel’s mouth curved into a small smile.
“Baby, don’t worry. I’m gonna feed you this dick. No one’s taking it away from you.”
My hands moved from gripping his thighs to clutching his ass, pulling him forward into me. If I died choking on his cock, I couldn’t think of a better way to go.
At my movement, Michel stiffened.
“No. You take what I give you.”
I whimpered in response, but a firmness I’d never heard before entered his voice.
“I said no. You’ll get exactly what I give you, and that’s going to be enough.”
He paused long enough to sweep the hair out of my eyes.
“Baby boys who don’t take care of themselves don’t get to make decisions. If you can’t be trusted to make the right ones, I’m gonna take care of that for you, baby boy.”
He drew back before slamming forward again and, without mercy, fucked my face.
My tears and saliva mixed together as he punished me for every reckless choice I’d ever made.
My hands gripped his thighs and his hips, but I had absolutely no control.
There was nothing gentle about the way he took me.
He punished and owned me at the same time.
My own cock ached for release, but I didn’t dare touch myself. Every part of me belonged to him in that moment, and I would only take what he gave me.
His movements were smooth, sure, and firm, sending heat coursing through me. His harsh grunts above me fit my soul.
“Get your dick out, baby boy. I wanna see you.”
Without hesitation, I dropped one hand to my own pants and pulled myself free. I was red, swollen, desperate.
“Jack yourself off while I fuck your face.”
My hand moved furiously. I used my own precum as lube, but it wasn’t enough, and the friction was deliciously painful. His movements grew more erratic as he neared release, and I was right there with him, even though I’d only just started touching myself.
When he pulled out of my mouth, I almost cried in protest, but before I could complain, he stroked himself twice and came hard. Heat hit my face, my mouth, my cheek, my chin, my chest. I heard his harsh breathing above me, but I could barely process anything beyond sensation.
Through his pants, he said, “Come for me, baby boy. I wanna see what you do to yourself.”
I hurried my movements, and seconds later, I exploded in my fist. Spurts landed on the hem of his pants and his shoes.
I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe.
And I knew tonight wouldn’t quench my thirst for him.
If anything, it would be worse. On my knees, kneeling in front of Michel was where I wanted to be, and it made me sick to think that this might be my only chance.
My head dropped forward against his thigh. Michel’s heavy hand landed on my head, and the rhythmic stroking of my hair helped bring my breathing back to normal. Neither of us spoke because if we did, the spell over the study would be broken and we’d be back to real life.
“Here, let me help you,” Michel said, breaking the silence between us.
I’d known it was coming, but it still felt like a stab to the heart. The intrusion was over. The real world was back. We were polite acquaintances again.
“You’re so sweet to me,” I cooed. “We should do it again.”
As I said the words, acid churned in my stomach. I hated the way I sounded because I knew it was flippant and not how I actually felt, but I couldn’t let him see how much this encounter had meant to me.
“Don’t do that.”
Michel sounded like he always had—contained, calm, distant. The moment was well and truly over, and I needed to get out of here before he saw everything I didn’t want him to.
“Still bossy after? I like it,” I said as I tucked myself away and straightened my clothes. I still looked disheveled, and I wasn’t even going to pretend my eyebrow needed attention. Because it absolutely did not.
“Elio, knock it off. This cannot be repeated.”
He said the words with so much finality that the argument I was about to make died in my throat. No amount of convincing would change a tone carrying that much conviction.
“There’s nothing wrong with a good time and blowing off a little steam. Try living a little. I’ve got nothing but time on my hands, so I’ve had lots of practice.”
“That practice of yours is going to get you killed if you’re not careful.”
“Who exactly do you think is going to do that?”
“I don’t want to insult your intelligence by being coy, but your games are dangerous. So is your interference.”
“I don’t need your advice.” Steel crept into my voice. It was one thing to reject me. It was another to treat me like an idiot. I got enough of that from my family. I didn’t need it from Michel too.
“I think you should go.”
“Call me if you need a repeat.”
I refused to leave on anything but my own terms, and it didn’t matter how much it broke my heart to say it.