13 Cutter #3
My mouth is too dry to form words. My dick suddenly so hard it’s painful.
He slots his body next to mine, the bulge of his cock in the flimsy thong rubbing against my own raging hard on. I bite my lip and concentrate, trying to will my body to resist, but I can feel my heart thundering in my chest.
My pulse pounding.
No. I do not want him.
He grinds against me while his head tips up, his lips seeking mine. I try to pull back, to keep my distance. To prevent him from closing that gap, but he’s persistent and I’m apparently a weak-willed idiot.
When his lips finally meet mine that static spark shoots up my spine again. What the fuck is it with this guy?
His lips part and his tongue flicks out, coaxing its way into my mouth. He tastes completely decadent, like chocolate and rich cream. Like something that should be forbidden.
While his tongue is plundering my mouth and his pelvis is grinding against mine, his hands find their way down to my hips and around to my ass. He grabs a cheek in each palm and squeezes, and I thrust against him before I can stop myself.
“Touch me.” His voice is breathless in my ear.
I need to stop this. Pull away, thank him for the cocoa and get my ass out of here.
Any minute now.
What is his tongue doing? And now his hand is slipping inside the sweats, his fingers stretching toward my stiffening cock, dragging a single finger down my slit.
It glides easily over my head so I must be leaking.
I should be mortified but at this particular moment I’m having a hard time remembering why.
His body seems to move to a beat only he can hear, twisting and writhing against me while his hand continues to stroke me.
I shouldn’t want this. I should pull away. Put a stop to all of this.
His hand cups my balls and gives them a firm squeeze, causing my hips to jerk forward.
“Do you want me to suck your cock?” he murmurs against my neck, his tongue dancing across my skin, up to circle my ear. Sending goosebumps skittering across my flesh.
Say no. Leave now. Tell him to stop. That you’re not into guys.
He pushes the sweats down until they drop to the floor, freeing my cock, which slaps against his bare shaft, and why does that feel so good? When did he lose the thong? And now he’s jacking me with long, firm strokes.
Fuck, whatever he’s doing with his hand feels so good.
What did he ask me?
Something about sucking my cock.
No, that’s the last thing I need. I need to stop him.
His other hand slides around my taint, his finger curling up to circle my hole. I can feel myself getting harder until…I need to come. It becomes the most important thing in the world.
“Yes,” I hear myself moan.
What? No, that wasn’t me. That was…
His tongue traces its way down my chest, making a meal of my nipples. Biting, sucking, licking until I feel like I might explode. By the time he’s done, I could come from the whisper of his breath on them.
His eyes find mine as he slithers his way down my body, his movements sinuous and hypnotic. He flattens his tongue against my abdomen and licks his way to the base of my cock. I squirm, thrusting forward, and hear him chuckle low in his throat. “Yes what?”
I hiss out a breath as his tongue runs the length of my cock. He’s going to make me use words? Now?
“Suck me.”
He moans against me, the vibration doing nasty things to my body. “Suck you where?”
This fucker. I swallow and try to form a coherent thought.
“My cock,” I pant. “Suck my cock.”
He offers a smug smile. “That wasn’t so hard. Or is it?” His lips part and he draws me inside his mouth.
Oh fuck. How is he so good at that?
This is wrong on so many levels, and I want to tell him to stop. But then he deep throats my cock and I have all I can do to stay on my feet.
What happened that night in the parking lot, I’m discovering, was just an appetizer. I guess it’s to be expected that a fuckboy like Aubie would be good at sucking cock, but this is some Olympic level shit.
I find my hands tangling in his silky hair, urging him closer while ignoring that little voice of reason in my head that’s screaming at me to pull back. To get my ass out of here and never look back.
He slips a finger into his mouth alongside my cock and sucks it for a minute then I feel his hand cup my balls before wandering around back. This time when he circles my hole he prods the opening. I tense at first and he opens his mouth and releases my cock with a soft plop.
“Relax, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
Ordinarily, that would be enough to have me running for the hills, but I suddenly feel the anguish of every one of the past seven years and just want to stop running. Just for a minute.
When his finger pushes its way into my ass, I stiffen. “Aubie…”
I don’t know if it’s a warning or a plea. There’s not enough oxygen in here. He twists the finger up inside me like he’s feeling for something and then suddenly that electrical charge I felt before is amplified by a hundred. I moan and jerk my hips; what the hell did he just do?
Now that he’s found it, he doesn’t stop triggering me. Add to the work his mouth is doing on my cock and I’m right on the edge. I dig my fingers into his hair, crushing him against me like a drowning man clinging to a life raft.
“Ungh,” I gasp. “So close.”
I’m one stroke away from coming. Just one. And that’s when he pulls back, his lips releasing my cock with a loud slurp.
He smiles up at me and flicks his tongue out to lap at my swollen head.
“Fuck. Don’t stop,” I plead. If I wasn’t too far gone to care I’d be embarrassed by the neediness in my voice. Me, begging Aubie?
He slowly rises to his feet, body to body, skin to skin, his rigid cock dancing with mine in that sensuous rhythm that only Aubie seems to hear. And just this once, for this moment, I wish I could hear it too.
“I want you to fuck me.” His tongue circles my ear. “Or I can fuck you. As long as one of us is doing the fucking.”
I pull back and stare at him.
Why are you surprised? You knew this is where he was going.
His eyes hold mine, daring me to look away. And as much as I want to, as much as I need to grab what’s left of my pride and get the hell out of here, I can’t move.
What are you doing to me?
When he smirks, I realize I must have said that out loud.
“I’d rather show than tell,” he says as he wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me close.
In that moment I realize I may have underestimated the danger here.