Chapter 23 Moonshine #5
His words made me bolder. I bobbed my head, fucking myself on his cock, moaning around him, letting the vibrations travel through every inch. My other hand stroked what I couldn’t fit, twisting and squeezing, keeping everything slick.
Evan was lost, hips rolling, chest heaving, muscles flexing as he fought for control. I could feel the tremor in his thighs, the way he held back just for me, giving me every ounce of trust he had.
I wanted to ruin him, wanted to take everything, make him fall apart in my mouth.
I pulled off just enough to catch my breath, stroking him slow, tongue tracing every ridge and vein. I pressed open-mouthed kisses along the shaft, then mouthed at the head, letting precome smear across my lips.
He stared down at me, eyes dark, cheeks flushed, every line of his body straining with need. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispered, voice reverent.
I kept my eyes on Evan, mouth glistening with precome, chest heaving as I stroked him, thumb smearing slick across the flushed head. He looked absolutely wrecked, muscles straining, hands fisting the sheets. I wanted more than worship. I wanted to be taken, claimed, ruined by him.
“Do it,” I whispered, voice raw. “Fuck my mouth, Evan. I want it. I want you to use me.”
The words barely left my lips before he surged up, his hand curling at the back of my head, threading tight in my hair.
The gentleness was gone, replaced with a wild hunger that made my whole body throb.
He didn’t force, but he guided, his strength unmistakable.
His other hand cupped my jaw, thumb rubbing over my cheek, claiming me.
“You sure?” he breathed, the need in his voice making my cock jump. His eyes searched mine, looking for even a flicker of hesitation.
I held his gaze, fierce and hungry. “I need it. Please, Ev. Show me.”
That was all it took. He pulled me down, cock parting my lips, filling my mouth until I could barely breathe. He groaned, hips rolling up slow, letting me feel the full weight of him on my tongue. His scent filled my nose, sweat and skin and something raw that I’d never get tired of.
He set the rhythm, slow at first, dragging my head down, then letting me up just enough for air. His cock pressed against the back of my throat, thick and pulsing, every inch slick with spit and need. I hollowed my cheeks, relaxed my jaw, took everything he gave.
He growled, low and rough, voice unsteady. “So fucking good. Take it all, sweetheart. Let me see how much you can handle.”
I moaned, vibrations running up the length of him, making him jerk in my mouth.
My hands slid up his thighs, squeezing the muscle, steadying myself as he started to fuck my face in earnest. Each thrust was a little harder, a little deeper, my lips stretched tight around him, spit pooling at the corners of my mouth and running down my chin.
Evan’s hands in my hair tightened, guiding me down until my nose pressed to the soft hair at his base.
He held me there, not cruel, just demanding, forcing me to surrender to the weight, the heat, the fullness.
I breathed through my nose, swallowing around him, feeling the head of his cock throb at the back of my throat.
He let out a strangled sound, half-moan, half-snarl. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Take every fucking inch.”
He rocked his hips, driving deeper, but I wanted more. I wanted to be overwhelmed, to show him there was nothing I wouldn’t give. I reached up, cupping his balls, rolling them in my palm, then leaned in even further, letting them rest against my lips, tongue darting out to taste the salty skin.
He choked out a curse, hips bucking hard, cock shoved deep, the stretch and fullness almost too much.
I sucked on him, cheeks hollowed, spit slick everywhere, swallowing every drop he gave.
When I needed air, he let me up for just a moment, his hand gentle now as he stroked my cheek, thumb brushing the mess off my lips.
But I dove right back down, hungry for more, wanting to feel him pulse and shake. I let his balls slide across my tongue, sucking one into my mouth even as his cock still filled me, the combination making him tremble.
“Nate,” he gasped, voice broken, “you’re going to make me lose my mind.”
I smiled around him, loving the way his body responded, loving that I could make him so wild.
I sucked harder, tongue laving every inch, lips stretched wide, throat tight as I swallowed him whole.
My hands slid up his hips, gripping hard, holding him in place as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper each time.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. He started to fuck my mouth in earnest, hips rolling, driving his cock to the base, each thrust more desperate than the last. His fingers in my hair kept me anchored, letting me know he trusted me to take everything.
The noises were filthy, wet and obscene, spit bubbling around his cock, my throat working to take him, every sound making us both crazier.
He rocked up, balls slapping my chin, the heavy drag of his cock making my eyes water, but I never stopped.
I wanted him undone. I wanted to feel him fall apart for me.
He started muttering broken praise, voice shaking with every thrust. “So good for me, so perfect, so fucking greedy. You were made for this. Made for me.”
I moaned, swallowing him, spit dripping down my neck, body thrumming with need. My own cock leaked, pressed hard to the sheets, every nerve ending screaming for relief. But I wanted to earn it. I wanted to take care of him first.
He let go of my hair, both hands now cupping my face, guiding me up and down his cock, thumbs stroking my jaw. He slowed the rhythm, holding me at the base, making me feel every pulse, every twitch. I looked up at him, eyes shining, letting him see how much I wanted to be owned.
He bit his lip, eyes wild, body shaking with the effort of holding back. “You look so good like this. So fucking hungry. I could watch you all night.”
He kept my face cradled in his hands, the world narrowing to his heavy breaths and the heat of his cock pressed to my lips. Then, slowly, he let his thumb pull at my bottom lip, holding my mouth open, eyes fixed on mine with something wild and possessive.
He leaned in, spit gathering on his tongue, and let it drip straight into my mouth.
The taste of him—salt, sweat, the barest hint of what we’d already shared—sent a rush through me.
Before I could swallow, he crushed his mouth to mine, spit-slick tongues tangling, sharing everything, his kiss so filthy it made my toes curl.
I wrapped myself around him, arms locked tight behind his neck, legs hooked over his hips, wanting to be as close as possible, needing his strength to keep me grounded.
He groaned into my mouth, the sound low and rough, both hands roaming over my back, kneading the muscle, squeezing my ass until I gasped.
He nipped at my tongue, sucked my lower lip, then slid his hand down, grabbing my thigh and lifting me higher.
I clung to him, holding on for dear life as he shifted, muscles flexing beneath my hands.
Evan moved in one smooth motion, standing up with me still wrapped around him, my legs tight at his waist. His cock, heavy and slick, dragged along my ass, smearing spit and precome over my skin.
My mouth was still full of his taste, lips tingling from the rough kiss.
I buried my face against his throat, breathing in the clean scent of his skin, letting him carry me.
He strode across the room, never wavering, never loosening his grip.
My back hit the wall, the cool plaster a shock against fevered skin.
He pressed me there, his whole body braced against mine, muscles caging me in.
To my right, the wall mirror caught us both in sharp relief—my hair wild, face flushed, lips swollen; Evan looming over me, eyes dark, jaw clenched with the effort of holding back.
He pinned me with his hips, cock pressing firm and hungry against my ass, his chest heaving with every breath. I tightened my hold, pulling him in closer, feeling the wild beat of his heart under my palms.
Evan cupped my jaw again, thumb tracing my cheek as he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine—gentler now, but no less hungry. His tongue swept into my mouth, taking what he wanted, swallowing every little moan I gave. When he pulled back, I chased his lips, desperate for more.
In the mirror, I could see the full picture: Evan’s massive body holding me up with ease, my legs tight around his waist, his hands palming my thighs, my own hands gripping his shoulders for support.
We looked ruined already—sweat-slick, flushed, every inch of skin showing the evidence of want and worship.
He pulled back just enough to let his gaze wander, drinking in the sight of my bare skin, cock leaking against my stomach, still trapped between us. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this,” he murmured, voice rough. “Wanted to see you like this—wanted to show you what you do to me.”
He rolled his hips, grinding his cock against me, the friction sending sparks straight up my spine. I moaned, throwing my head back, baring my throat for him. He took the invitation, biting a line from my jaw down to my collarbone, sucking a fresh mark into my skin.
I arched into him, hips rocking, desperate for more, for everything. I let my hands wander—tracing his shoulders, gripping his hair, sliding down his broad back. I could feel every muscle tense beneath my fingers, every shudder that ran through him.
He pinned me harder, one hand sliding between us to cup my ass, spreading me open, letting his cock rut between my cheeks.
The other gripped my thigh, holding me wide so I couldn’t close myself off from him.
In the mirror, I watched as he took me apart, every movement, every touch reflected back in filthy, beautiful detail.