Aspen #4
My tongue mapped out every inch, lingering on the flared head and then working the notch on the underside until he was squirming and stuttering, carding his fingers into my hair.
“I-I want you to fuck me hard, but not the first time. You’ll be gentle, right?” He managed, between gasps and whimpers as I alternated between swirling my tongue around his cockhead and sinking my lips all the way down to the base.
“Yeah. I’ll be gentle,” I assured him, stupidly touched by his vulnerable request. My own dick was throbbing between my thighs. I flexed a little, trying to grind my hips down into the seat for some friction on my aching flesh, but I wasn’t at the right angle for it.
“Don’t let me touch myself,” he whimpered out. “W-when you’re fucking me, I mean. I want to come from your cock in me.”
Fuck.
A shudder rolled through him as I took him all the way to the back of my throat, swallowing to squeeze the fat head.
“I c-can’t…” He trailed off, groaning in a desperate, urgent kind of way.
When I looked up, the usual smug expression on his handsome face was completely absent.
He was in total bliss, his eyes half-lidded with the pupils blown out, his mouth open and panting.
The twitching muscles in his thighs and abdomen let me know he was close to blowing his load for me, and I wanted to milk every drop out of him.
As I’d expected, after another minute of slurping him up hard and fast, his fingers tightened in my hair and he arched his back to roll his hips up into me.
His voice cracking on a raw moan, he let go, sending strong jets of hot cum into my mouth, which I greedily swallowed.
It went on and on, until I thought he’d flood my throat, then finally he went limp and slumped down onto the seat, panting heavily to catch his breath.
The way he looked, so grateful and adoring and submissive, like he’d have rolled over and let me fuck him now if I wanted sent another wave of arousal rolling through me and I swallowed hard. Not that I had the necessary equipment available at the moment, but it was the thought that counted.
“You’re good at that,” he commented, still slightly out of breath. “So good.”
“Surprised?”
“No,” he said honestly. “Not remotely.”
I chuckled, backing off a bit so he could tuck himself back into his jeans and zip up.
We needed to go, because everyone was waiting on us to start the movie, but I was harder than I think I’d ever been in my life.
I felt like one stroke of my fingers on myself would send me into an explosive, bone-rattling orgasm.
He must have noticed, because he reached out to squeeze his long fingers around my thigh. Just that contact, so close to where I needed, had me biting back a moan.
“Did you get all worked up playing with me, Cupcake?” He asked, and I huffed out a laugh, biting down into my lip, forcing myself to give an affirmative nod.
If he’d been someone else, I would have denied it, just to get the interaction over with so I could go finish myself off in private.
“But Arie’s going to bitch us out for taking so long,” I pointed out, and he scoffed.
“Fuck Arie,” he replied, then glanced up the roof of my car like he was reconsidering what he’d said. “I mean, you know, not fuck Arie. I just mean he can wait.”
“Yeah,” I said. “He can wait.”
I waited for the familiar tumble of nerves to course through me as I shifted to let him undo my pants and yank them down around my hips to expose me, but it didn’t come.
Just hot, aching need for him to touch me.
If anyone came up and tried to look at us through the window, they’d have a great view of my ass hanging out.
If they could even see in, that was. It was starting to feel so humid in the car that it was like trying to breathe in swamp water.
He pressed his thumb into the base of my stiff dick, dragging a relieved moan out of me, his middle and pointer finger stroking my wet entrance, but not pushing inside.
“Can I?” He asked, his facial expression completely neutral. He wouldn’t be annoyed if I said no, I could tell. But I didn’t want to say no. I wanted him to claim another part of me I’d never let anyone else touch.
“Yeah. I’m going to come fast,” I warned him, and his eyebrow perked up along with the corner of his sculpted mouth.
“You were going to come fast anyway,” he informed me, blinking his long lashes. “I’m really, really good at this.”
I scoffed, but the cocky tone in his voice was doing things to my insides. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Is that what they tell you at your hot tub parties?” I asked, and he threw his head back, laughing for a moment.
“Oh, man. It should be illegal how cute you are when you get jealous, Cupcake.”
I started to deny it, to lie through my teeth and tell him I hadn’t been jealous at all, but I could only let out a choked moan as his fingers pushed up into me, his thumb giving my dick a hard stroke up to the tip.
I almost never did this to myself, even with toys, so the warm burn surprised me as he stretched his fingers, giving me the sensation of full.
It felt good, but when he curled his fingers, putting pressure on a spot that made my vision flash white, I cried out, tumbling forward onto his chest.
Burying my face in his neck, I moaned into his sweat-dampened skin as he stroked, my thighs clamping together around his hand like my body was ordering him not to take it away.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” I whimpered out, all thoughts of keeping my composure dissolving like they’d never existed.
He changed up the pressure, toying with my dick while he battered that stupidly sensitive little button in me until I couldn’t think.
I’d never felt anything like it, the pleasure was dizzying.
When I felt the buildup rushing at me, I groaned in frustration.
I didn’t want to come yet, even though I was desperately moving my hips for it. It was too good to end.
The sound of my phone going off was like a bullet cutting through the air. His fingers slowed for a split second and I let out a raw, needy sob in protest.
“Ignore it,” I begged him. “Ignore it, please. Please, Caelyx. This is so good, I’ll fucking die if you stop.
” I could barely comprehend the mindless words bubbling out of my mouth but they seemed to spur him on, his thumb pressing hard into my tip as his fingers gave one final, firm stroke over my spot.
I shouted his name again as I came, my muscles clamping tight around his fingers in spasming waves of ecstasy.
“Mm,” he let out a little growl against my ear as I rode out wave after throbbing wave, twitching and moaning against him.
“You’re coming so hard for me, Cupcake. You’re so sweet.
” He eased off the pressure perfectly, leaving me a quivering, satisfied mess in his arms when the orgasm finally tapered off.
I didn’t move when it was over, limp and boneless against him, until I realized my pounding heart was crammed right over his, the harsh and fast beats synchronizing together.
When I managed to lift myself up a little, our faces were perfectly aligned, barely a breath of space between us. He was so close I could see the specks of white in his blue irises and count every golden freckle on his nose.
His lips were right there, and I knew if I leaned in to close that tiny gap between us, he’d kiss my fucking brains out until I was ready to ride his fingers again.
The urge surprised me, a sharp ache in my stomach, scaring me enough that I scrambled back up onto my knees to put some distance between us.
But our conversation echoed in my head. Stop over thinking.
I didn’t need to feel awkward or play it cool and pretend he hadn’t just given me the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
Again. He’d broken his own record in the span of a week.
And he didn’t expect anything in return.
He was with me because he wanted to be, even though I could be difficult and it’d be easier if he liked someone else. He’s here because he wants to be.
Swallowing hard, I tried to imagine what a normal person, someone who wasn’t me, would say at a time like this. My brain was a jumbled mess of sensation, though it no longer held the miserable dark clouds from when we’d first piled into the car.
After a long bout of silence, Caelyx shifted, stretching in an almost lazy way and said, “You know, no one’s going to take you to Liar’s Jail if you change your mind and decide you want to kiss me. And I won’t even rub it in,” he added, before giving me a conspiratorial wink.
Snorting, I felt my mouth stretch into a wide grin, despite the fact that he was calling me out on the thing I’d desperately tried to keep hidden in my head.
“You’re so full of shit,” I retorted, laughing when he poked out his lips in that pathetic, puppy-eyed pout he loved to give me. “You’d rub it in every fucking day.”
“Stop it, BB, you’re embarrassing me,” he whimpered out. “It’s not my fault your lips are sooo sexy and you’re such a good kisser. I didn’t stand a chance of resisting you.”
“Really testing that line today, aren’t you?” I asked, rolling a bit to wiggle my jeans back up before wrenching open the car door. Cold air rushed in, stinging my damp skin, but I let out a sigh of relief at the oxygen.
“Tell me you’ll think about it. Even if you have to lie,” he added, his voice and eyes suddenly so intense I had to clear my throat.
“I’ll think about it,” I answered weakly, my pulse tripping into a frenzy as his gaze pierced through my soul.
Even I didn’t know if I was lying or not.