Chapter 12 #2
The second the realization hits, it’s like I’m able to stop thinking and just breathe. Feel and touch him the way my body tells me to, without question or worry. And my God, it might be the greatest feeling in the world. To be free like this.
I pull him deeper into my mouth, taking care to run my tongue down and around his shaft as I go. A low moan slips from him and his fingers release the chair to grip my shoulder, digging into my traps with a surprising amount of force.
“Shit,” he whispers, licking his lips as he watches me bob over his length a couple times. “Your lips look so fucking perfect stretched around my cock.”
Jesus Christ, that mouth might be the end of me.
Every filthy word that he’s ever spoken to me has gone straight to my balls, and these are no different. They make me ache for him with a need so severe, I don’t know if I’ll survive it.
His head rolls against the backrest as I continue to suck and lap at his dick, getting lost in the pleasure I’m bringing him. But God, I want his eyes on me. I need to see the look in them and on his face when I make him come harder than he has in his life.
I want to suck his dick so well, nothing and no one else can compare.
My fingertips dig into his hips as I breathe through my nose, allowing him to slide in deeper.
The first time he hits the back of my throat, my immediate response is to pull away and gasp for air.
But I’m anything but a quitter. Instead I open more to him, letting his length slip into deep-throating territory.
I gag when he gives his hips a tiny thrust up, tears pricking at my eyes when I glance up at him to see him watching me again, completely entranced in the way I move over him. It sends a shiver of desire down my spine.
I keep fighting through every bob and thrust, lavishing his cock like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do as I try my best not to come from the sounds he’s making. Which I manage, but it’s damn hard—no pun intended.
The pace I’m keeping is comfortable, alternating between short, fast strokes where I use my hand to help get him closer and taking him as deep as I dare down my throat.
My cock is aching between my legs, the pressure of my compression shorts containing it nearly unbearable.
To the point where I think I could get off just from getting him off. Which is new to me.
“Shit, shit, shit.” The hiss comes out strangled as his fingers move into my hair. “Fuck, Kee. I’m not gonna last much longer.”
I smile like a Cheshire cat around his shaft as I continue to lick and suck him like he’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
His length slides in and out of my mouth more and more as I take him down my throat again.
My nose brushes against the trimmed hair at the base of his cock, the scent of him musky and manly and overwhelmingly intoxicating.
His grip on my head tightens as he gives a few tentative thrusts up again. I’m prepared for them this time, doing my best to relax and let him use me to get him to where he needs—
“I’m gonna—”
He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence before he literally explodes.
Spurts of hot cum hit the back of my throat in an instant, and though I wasn’t expecting it, I swallow down everything he’s feeding me, ready to beg for more.
It’s messier than I thought it’d be, drops of cum escaping my lips as he continues to thrust. I keep lapping it up though, the taste unfamiliar but not unwelcome on my tongue as I milk him for all he has.
All my senses are overwhelmed by him. The taste of his cum, the smell of his skin. Watching as he loses control before my eyes, groaning and panting like a marathon runner until the painful grip he has on my head relaxes.
I lick him clean before popping off his softening cock to catch my breath, pressing one final kiss to the tip. When I raise my eyes to find him watching me, I’m not prepared for the sexy, sated look on his face.
Blissed out doesn’t even begin to cover it.
“That was so hot,” he breathes, swiping his thumb over my lip. Cum collects on the digit, and I wrap my lips around it on instinct, sucking it free of his release.
I’m surprised by the way he reacts, nostrils flaring and gaze smoldering, while he watches. I swear, I even see his dick twitch a little outta the corner of my eye.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me, Waters,” he mutters.
I smirk around his thumb, giving it a quick nip before releasing it. “Mmm, but what a way to go, Kohl.”
I rise back up to sit on the edge of the bed, still harder than a rock and in dire need of release.
And I truly mean dire. Like if I don’t bust a nut in the next five minutes, they might fall off altogether.
But I can’t bring myself to move from this spot, wanting nothing more than to just stare at him like this, knowing I was the one who put him in this state.
“What a way,” he agrees as his teeth sink into that plush bottom lip. A lip I’d actually give said nuts to bite into right now.
Before I can do anything about my wayward thoughts—particularly, act on them—he shoves me back onto the mattress, crawling up until his body is plastered over mine. Any semblance of him being tired is gone as he licks his way up the side of my throat.
The cool air from where the heat of his tongue passed sends a shiver racing down my spine.
“I’m still all sweaty from the gym.” I laugh, my hands landing on his chest to shove him off me. “What do you want?”
He sinks his teeth into the side of my neck before soothing the bite with his tongue.
“You. On your back. I wanna taste my cum on your lips while you fuck my fist.”