Chapter 14 #2
Roman's mouth opens, and he chokes out a gasp as I cinch the belt tight, keeping his hands crossed above his head as he looks up at me with those big, sexy eyes. I roll my hips forward, and when my thick head glides between his lips and sinks into his mouth, Roman moans even before I do.
Jesus fuck.
I can feel my size forcing his mouth to stretch wide, but he does it so fucking willingly…
I drown in the heat of his mouth as I choke back a groan.
Holy shit.
His jaw widens, and when his lips wrap around my swollen crown, Roman groans again—an eager, loud hum that sends vibrations through my dick. His tongue swirls around my head, teasing the hole at the tip and making my precum leak all over his tongue.
No. We’re past teasing now.
I tug at the belt, stretching his arms above his head. He whimpers when I press my fist to the wall, pinning his arms in place. He hums even louder around my dick, fluttering his tongue over the slit.
I want more. I fucking need more.
“Open wide, wreckage,” I grit through my teeth. “I’m going to fuck this greedy little mouth of yours now.”
His eyes snap to mine. For half a second, they blaze with what I can only think are the last shreds of that stupid fucking voice inside him desperately trying to hang on to some semblance of heterosexuality. The last remnants that hesitate at the notion of being “fucked” in any capacity.
But then, just as quickly as the look flashes in his eyes, I see it melt away. It's as if the more I push him and take away his control, the stronger, wilder and more powerful his need for me becomes.
Roman moans deeply, and when I rock my hips and slide my dick deeper into his mouth, he groans even louder. I do the same, my jaw tight, my eyes locked with his as he takes my cock into the back of his throat like a fucking greedy slut.
I hiss and draw back, watching his lips eagerly trying to keep me inside his mouth, my shaft glistening with his spit. I grunt and thrust right back in, burying myself in the back of his throat, my dick throbbing at the sight of his saliva dripping out the corners of his mouth.
I pull the belt tighter, yanking his arms even higher, forcing him more into a position of submission. When his eyes lock with mine again, they’re on fucking fire with raw, dark, need. His hands stretch up. Not fighting me. Reaching for me.
What the fuck.
A possessive wildness takes hold of me. I keep the belt tight but twist my wrists at the same time, reaching down, letting my fingers tangle with his.
Holy shit.
He grips me tighter, his eyes blazing as he groans around my swelling, pulsing cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “Fuck, wreckage, your mouth feels so fucking good. You’re swallowing my hard, thick cock like such a good boy.”
My hips roll as I draw back, sliding my slick, glistening cock from his lips before thrusting right back in.
I know he’s never done this before and doesn’t really know what he’s doing.
But fuck, his mouth feels amazing, and it’s precisely that inexperience as he sucks and licks and whimpers around my dick that has my balls tightening and my eyes rolling back.
I groan and start to fuck his mouth harder, faster, pushing my head all the way to the back of his throat. I try to pull back when he gags a little, but Roman moans deeply and cranes his neck forward, as if wanting to keep me right where I am.
“Fuck, baby,” I choke, my abs tightening as my cock thickens even more, impossibly hard, my sanity blurring at the edges as his sexy mouth milks my cock. “You’re going to make me come. You’re going to make me spill my cum all down your slutty throat.”
It’s the choked, haunted moan that he makes, his eyes rolling back, that pushes me over the edge.
With a groan, I yank the belt tight, pushing my hips forward and pinning the back of his head to the stall wall.
I thrust into his mouth, ramming my cock over his tongue over and over. Suddenly, I’m crashing into the abyss.
Roman moans deeply when my cock twitches and pulses, spilling hot cum over his tongue and down his hungry throat.
He’s still trying to swallow when I yank him up by the belt around his wrists.
He gasps when I slam him to the wall and crush my mouth to his.
I kiss him fiercely, pushing my tongue into his mouth and scooping the cum off his tongue, passing it back and forth between us as his erection twitches against my thigh.
I yank the belt from around his wrists, then slide my palm over his huge dick.
“I’m going to swallow you fucking whole—”
Suddenly, the bathroom door bangs open, and a choked, terrified sound gurgles in Roman's throat as he goes stock-still.
A girl’s and a guy’s voice tumble over us. “You’re so bad,” the girl whisper-giggles, click-clacking on her high heels into the men’s room.
“Fuck, baby, just needed to get you alone,” her partner groans, making her giggle again.
“Did you bring the coke?”
“Obviously.”
Roman remains still as a stone.
…But he’s also still fucking hard as a stone, and I can’t let that gorgeous dick of his be trapped in his pants any longer.
I kiss him again, relishing the frantic look in his eyes as I suck his bottom lip between my teeth. He starts to push me away, but I ignore him, sucking on his lip again before I release it.
“They might hear—”
“Let them,” I growl quietly against his lips.
Without another word, I drop to my knees.
Roman’s mouth falls open, his eyes wide as he stares at me with a mix of terror and lust as I yank his pants open and reach inside.
I groan quietly, wrapping my fingers around his cock and pumping it in my hand, feeling it pulse against my fingers as his silky steel erection twitches and jumps.
My fingers slide into his waistband, tugging his pants and his underwear down. He bites his lip as his cock springs out, bobbing heavily.
My turn.
Roman might be new to this.
…I’m fucking not.
So when I open my mouth, I mean business.
Roman chokes, slamming a forearm over his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut as his dick disappears into my mouth.
I groan around him, slurping wetly and relaxing the muscles at the back of my throat to let him slide even deeper.
I keep going, slowly feeling him inch into my throat until my nose is brushing the short hair below his abs.
Roman is shaking—literally fucking shaking—and his fingers are clawing at the stall walls as the couple outside giggles and snorts cocaine. I reach up and grab one of his hands, sliding his fingers into my hair until he tightens them to a fist.
Fast learner.
Good boy.
I swallow him a few more times. Then suddenly, a viciously fucked-up idea enters my head.
Roman doesn’t realize what’s happening until I slide his phone out of his pocket, my mouth still wrapped around his dick.
“Val!” he hisses, grabbing for it. I let him take it and slowly slide off his head, teasing the slit with my tongue.
“Unlock it,” I mouth around his cock, sliding down to lick his heavy balls. Roman groans, panting heavily, dropping his head back against the wall.
“Why—” He barely stops his moan as I take one of his balls into my mouth.
“Just do it.”
He does so, his hands shaking as I drag my tongue back up the underside of his beautiful dick. I pluck the phone from his trembling grip, and before he realizes what I’m doing, I’m tapping on the camera, switching to selfie mode, and inhaling half of his cock.
The phone clicks quietly as I take shot after shot of my lips wrapped tightly around his fat dick. I let my drool slide down his shaft, sticking my tongue out and tapping his head against it as I take another picture.
“You're welcome,” I grin, shoving the phone back into his pocket before taking his cock deep in my throat.
Roman groans deeply, then I let him slip from my mouth with an audible pop. The giggling outside the stall goes quiet. Roman’s face turns white, and he starts to push me away.
Yeah, no.
That’s not fucking happening.
Instead, I groan loudly, wetly slurping on his dick and then taking him down my throat again.
“Kurt!” the girl outside the stall hisses, starting to giggle. “Kurt” snorts.
“Shit—sorry, guys,” he chuckles. “We’re out. Have fun.”
Roman looks like he’s about to have a heart attack. I choose to attribute that to my A-fucking-plus throat game, not his fear of almost being caught.
But once the bathroom door closes behind them, the brakes come off.
And I go hard.
I groan deeply, swallowing him to the hilt, squeezing him with my throat. Roman chokes out a cry of pleasure that ignites my fucking blood. He spasms, and his hands grab big fistfuls of my hair as I moan around his pulsing dick.
Suddenly, he’s coming.
Hard.
I groan, swallowing as his dick starts to pump thick ropes of sweet, sticky cum down my throat, hollowing my cheeks and sucking his huge dick as it spurts again and again.
He looks like he’s about to have a seizure when I finally pull my lips off him. I stand, and before he can say a thing, or question this, or suddenly decide he’s fucking straight again, I grab his face and slam my mouth to his.
He let me kiss him with his mouth full of my cum before. But this time, when it’s my mouth full of his load, he freezes, as if this is too much.
Yeah, too bad.
I grab his hair and yank back, making him let out a whimpering, mewling sound as I sear my lips to his and feed his cum to him.
“Taste how fucking good you are,” I growl as our tongues tease and stroke.
He fights it at first, a little. But soon enough, his tongue is eagerly swirling with mine, licking and sucking his own sticky cum out of my mouth.
When I pull away, his face is red, and his eyes are wide. Haunted. He stares at me, his lips swollen from my kisses and glistening with cum.
“I—I’ve never—”
“I know,” I murmur. “But you’re pretty fucking good at it,” I growl, sliding my hands over his delectable ass and pulling him to me. I kiss him again, relishing his moans when I do.