Chapter 19 #2
A finger joins his tongue, and the tension builds as he slowly thrusts inside, stretching me open with careful pressure. The sensation intensifies as he goes deeper, and suddenly stars explode behind my eyes as my head snaps back.
“Oh, holy shit, that’s… what is that?”
I feel the rise of his smile against my skin. “Welcome to the wonders of your prostate, Eric,” he murmurs, sliding his finger in deeper while his tongue lavishes attention on my rim. Another burst of precum trickles down my shaft, rolling in an almost endless stream.
Every time he pegs that spot, my muscles coil tighter and tighter, until I’m panting and rocking back onto his finger, chasing the white-hot pleasure.
Why haven’t I ever done this?
Why isn’t everyone doing this?
“Dmitri… D, you gotta stop,” I beg. He locks his arm around my thighs, anchoring me in place like I’m his to keep. My knuckles bleach white gripping the back of the couch, the motion arching my back and opening me up further for him.
“Fuck,” I whine, “I’m not kidding, I’m gonna come.”
He pulls out and I groan, floating on the razor’s edge. My body trembles with the denied release, every nerve screaming. Then he spins me to face him, staring up with dark, hungry eyes. “Come then, baby. Give it to me.”
His hand wraps around my thigh, finger slipping inside me again as he takes my cock into his mouth—whole, deep, sucking straight to the back of his throat in one smooth, devastating motion.
It’s more than I can handle.
“Shit!” I shout as I sink onto his finger, release flooding into his waiting mouth in hot, endless pulses.
He hits my prostate again, forcing another hoarse cry as a fresh wave shoots down his throat.
He wrings more out of me until I’m shaking and close to tears.
My body is oversensitive and wrung out, pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
It’s almost laughably absurd, and downright indecent.
A full-body shudder rolls through me as I slump against the couch. I groan as he slides out, kissing the tip of my cock.
“Nearly forgot the bet,” he teases, standing and leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “But we did say loser sucked the winner's cock, and I kept my promise.”
I'm still panting as I grab the hem of his shirt and rip it over his head. His smile falters as I shove his shoulders and push him against the wall. My gaze slides down to his cock pushing off his hips, hard and leaking.
I fall to my knees, tearing my own shirt off as I drop. It’s the last article of clothing between us, and I don’t want any barriers.
“Eric, you don’t have to do this,” he says, but his labored breathing gives him away as I glance up his body.
“I want to.”
And I do.
Until now, I’ve been on the receiving end, taking much more from Dmitri than I've given. It’s time for me to reverse that dynamic.
I've never been this close to another man’s cock, so I take my time looking him over. I already knew he was big, but as I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, I marvel at his size.
How is that giant thing supposed to fit in my mouth?
Might as well just swallow a whole banana while I’m at it.
Focus.
His swollen, pink head gleams with arousal, and bulging veins mark a map for my tongue to follow. The now-familiar flavor of his precum hits my taste buds as I lick across his tip, and it makes me greedy for more.
My lips wrap around his crown, and he moans above me.
I let my tongue glide over every bump and groove, flickering over the raised ridge and seam on the bottom.
This might be the first time I’ve sucked a dick, but having had one for the past twenty-eight years, I replicate what I know feels good to me.
More suction and a few swipes of my tongue have Dmitri’s hips pushing forward in an instinctive flex, inching himself further into my mouth.
“God, you feel incredible,” he mutters, his head falling backward and his fingers grabbing the wall for support as he resists the urge to take control.
Our eyes meet as he looks down, and a rush of fresh arousal spreads on my tongue. I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder as he loses his battle of wills, and he grips my hair and rocks into me. “Look at you, so perfect on your knees for me. Fuck, Eric.”
My confidence builds as I slide up and down along his shaft, my own cock thickening again at the wet slick of his thrusts. When I reach to roll his nuts between my fingers, he tenses and slaps his palm against the wall.
“Goddamn it,” he grunts, “I’m not going to last.”
The words spur me on, and I bob my head faster, taking more of him in.
Unable to help myself, I reach down and grip my cock, shuddering as the overstimulation draws a ragged moan from my chest. He swells between my lips, and I jerk myself faster, but right as we're both about to come, he pulls his hips back and slips from my mouth with a wet slurp.
“Get up here,” he rasps, grabbing my elbows and yanking me to my feet.
His cock is slick with spit, dripping and glistening as he guides me forward until it slides hot against mine.
Dmitri takes my mouth in an urgent kiss, fingers wrapping around us both and stroking in slow, firm pulls.
My jaw falls open, panting heavily into his mouth as my hips rock rhythmically against his, relishing the slippery glide of us together.
“Holy shit, that’s amazing,” I gasp.
Dmitri grunts his agreement and deepens the kiss, pumping faster until it becomes frantic. When I suck his tongue into my mouth, he moans long, low, and broken, and his cock jerks against mine as he comes. Hot spurts coat us, making his hand slide even easier.
His orgasm sets me off, and he swallows my moans as I tip over the edge. Cum erupts in thick streams, spraying my stomach and cascading down his fingers over our joined cocks. We rock together until we’re drained, and he releases us as I fall forward, head on his shoulder.
A sudden rush of intense emotion crashes through me, and I nestle into his neck, kissing the salty skin there as his breath coasts across my cheek.
Home.
He feels like home, tastes like a dream, and it’s perilously close to perfection.
Fingers snake into my hair as he kisses my temple sweetly. Every inch of our bodies presses together, his cocooning me as we come down from the high. Our mingled cum makes his abs slide against me, slick and warm, and my twice-spent cock twitches, attempting to rise again before admitting defeat.
“Did I do okay?” I ask.
His chest rumbles with a chuckle. “So much better than okay, Eric. Hell, even if you just laid there, it’d be more than okay because it’s you.” He guides my lips to his and kisses me softly. “But you had me straining not to come the second you touched me, baby. You were incredible.”
“I, uh… I know we leave tomorrow, and you have packing and stuff to do. But, do you think…” I trail off, suddenly unsure.
Dmitri’s lips find mine again. “Do I think…?”
“Do you want to stay? Here? Tonight, I mean. You know, with… with me?” My heart thuds against my chest as his nose nuzzles against mine.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”