Chapter 8 #2
“Fuck, it’s so big,” he says, staring. Using his thumb, he circles the head, toying with the bead of precum already there.
Sliding my hand up the back of his head, I miss the mangy tuft of hockey hair he had here. This is exactly what I’d have loved to use it for. I grip the nape as best I can and hook my thumb to pull his bottom lip down.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, baby.”
“Fucking, hell. Please. Use me.”
“Open,” I demand, giving his face a gentle smack. “Wider.”
Dirk opens wide enough to show off that thick tongue of his—yes, I noticed. Wonder if he’d pierce his tongue for me? I dip the head of my cock inside, sliding the front along the wetness.
“I have a problem, Dirk, but it’s something I don’t think you’ll mind so much.” I thrust a little, making him hold his head in place. “You drive me fucking wild. I can’t hold back.”
He mumbles something around the head of my dick. I pull out.
“What was that?”
“I said, you could have fooled me. My asshole’s drying up, you’re taking so damn long to mmph—”
I shove my dick inside. “Huh. It’s just as I thought. This mouth is better off with my fat dick stuffing it. I should have done this sooner. Suck.”
Dirk moans like my good little whore, and boy, does he suck. It takes everything to keep my knees from buckling.
“Fuck, that’s it. Good fucking boy.” He tries to move his head, but I don’t let him, and I get another pleasure-filled moan around my cock. Dirk likes being controlled. I knew he fucking would. Fantasized about all the ways I’d take him. “Take your cock out.”
His zipper’s the loudest thing in the room, even louder than the soft wet sounds his mouth makes around my cock.
“Hand.” Dirk holds out his hand, and I land a wet gob of spit there. “Stroke yourself.”
“Mmmm,” he hums around my cock.
I thrust deeper now—time to test your gag reflex, baby—gently at first, but harder as I see what he can take.
His face reddens and tears prick his eyes every time I hit the back of his throat.
I pull out to let him breathe. He gasps for air, chasing my cock, pouting in a way I don’t think anybody’s seen.
At least nobody better have seen. Something I know about Dirk is that he doesn’t get vulnerable with anyone. Maybe it’s a wild thought, but I hope I’m the only one he’s ever done something as vulnerable as pouting for cock with. I want his vulnerability to be mine and mine alone.
This time, I leave my cock out, letting the now cool air hit it—the air’s nowhere as warm as his mouth—and admire the saliva shine on his cherry-red lips.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I shove my cock in again, pounding, pounding. A rhythm builds, wild, unhinged. I hit the back of his throat, and he chokes, but he keeps sucking hard, signaling that he doesn’t wanna lose my cock.
“You filthy little slut. You like choking on my cock, don’t you?” I pull out.
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah, I do. God, I can feel every inch of you. Please give it the fuck back, Trav.”
He’s pouting again, like I took away his new favorite toy. It’s adorable. I thrust inside, and his blue eyes light up.
My cock’s long, but I’m also thicker than most. His lips have to stretch wide just to fit it, but his cheeks pucker in as he sucks, and I watch it glide in and out, saliva stringing from his mouth to my cock. He shudders; must be getting close.
Now that I have an idea of what he can take, I go harder, thrust, thrust, thrust. Deep. I use him hard, hoping his throat aches tomorrow. He’ll feel me all fucking day while he’s doing yard work.
Sweat beads off his forehead, his face all blotchy red and ruined.
“That’s it, eyes on me, baby. You’re just my little cum toy, aren’t you? I’m gonna come so hard down your throat and you’re gonna take everything I give you, pretty boy.”
He whimpers, and I know what that means. He’s close to coming, probably wondering if he can, but he can’t ask with my dick in his mouth. It’s such a fucking shame I can’t see him stroking it from this angle. I get an idea, but first to fill him with my cum.
“Fuck,” I moan. “You’re so good, so obedient. I fucking love it, Dirk.” Dirk can get a little lippy because he has a temper, and he’ll belt off brat-like things—hence why I call him a brat sometimes—but he’s not really a brat. I’ve noticed how much praise affects him, how much he’d rather behave.
I’m glad it extends to when he’s sucking my cock. I’m gonna have so much fun with it.
“That’s it, keep sucking like that, I’m so close. You’re gonna swallow every drop, aren’t you, baby?”
He nods, pretty eyes gazing up, fogged with lust.
My abs tighten, I let my cock hit the back of his throat, forcing him to take a breath through his nose, then I pull back a little, coming in long spurts, body frozen in an orgasmic high.
He swallows, but there’s so much, it leaks from his lips and down his chin.
I pull my cock out, he chases it, trying to lick whatever’s left around the sensitive head. I grip his jaw.
“Fuck, you’re wrecked,” I murmur. “Up.”
As he stands, I tug down his jeans, which are already open, and I’m hit with the urge to kiss him, licking the cum—my cum—off his lips. I lift while I devour him, setting his bare ass on the copper bar top. I swallow his dick without warning. His hand raps the counter.
“Trav, Trav! Fuck.”
I pop my mouth off his cock. “I’m sorry, you want me to stop, baby?”
He’s gonna murder me.
“You fucking prick.”
“What was that? Ask me nicely, like a good boy.”
“Please,” he whines.
“Please what?”
“Suck my cock. Let me come in your mouth. Oh, god, please.”
I swallow him again, but it’s just to get him wet. This time, when I release his shiny red cock, I yank his ass closer to the counter, forcing him to lean back on his elbows and unhook his jeans and boxers from one of his legs. It requires removing a shoe.
This is a place I can leave a few marks that no one better fucking see.
My tongue darts inside him just enough to tease.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy fucking shit, Trav,” he pants.
Then I bite. I bite right beside his asshole hard enough that there should be marks. His cry echoes off the walls.
“This is mine,” I tell him. “I can’t fuck it like I want to tonight,” I explain, sinking a finger inside until he moans, “but I will. I’m gonna bend you over and claim this ass, erase anyone who’s ever been here.”
I suck more places, leaving little bruises, raising the skin.
He’ll feel nice and sore and used. Then I proceed to eat his ass.
I lick and suck some more, thrusting my tongue in and out, over and over.
He makes to squeeze his thighs together, aiming for friction, but then remembers my head is there and backs off.
All he can do is writhe on my tongue, begging me to take pity on him and finally let him come.
The head of his cock’s nice and purple, and his hole’s so wet. He’s gotta be sensitive as fuck. He sucks in a sharp breath.
“Please. I can’t take it anymore, Trav. Please.”
That last please breaks me. It’s a desperate plea coming from the hollow of him. A hoarse gasp from the throat I fucked so thoroughly. His eyes meet mine, and I give him a wicked smile.
“Okay, pretty boy. I wanna see you come for me. Show me how much you love my tongue in your ass,” I say like a threat. A subtle warning that if I’m not pleased, I’ll make it even more torturous for him next time.
Using one arm, I trap his left thigh against my shoulder while I tickle my tongue deeper, faster.
My other hand grips his cock, wet with my saliva, and I stroke nice and slow, dragging it out for him.
He’s right there, on the edge, trembling, knuckles white as he grips the counter with one hand for dear life, his other sinking into my hair.
He lets out a raw cry that opens a crack in the world as he grinds against my face, not caring how desperate he sounds.
“Love your tongue. I love it so much. I’m gonna … fuck, I’m gonna come.”
And he does. All over his shirt, a sound I’ve never heard before, ripping from his lungs, and fuck, it almost makes me hard again. His body contracts and convulses as he sighs and hums, coming down from the highest of highs.
“That was the fucking orgasm of a lifetime,” he says, breathless.
He’s such a goddamn mess, all sweat and cum, and red in the face.
I must be something close to that, and I’m still in a lust haze.
Scooping some of his cum from his shirt, I swirl it around my fingers and shove them into his mouth.
It makes me want to stuff his ass with my cum even more.
Patience, Travis. Soon. Fucking soon.
I pull him up and attach my lips to his, tasting him while he tastes himself on both our tongues. I take my time, owning his mouth for as long as I fucking want to. We don’t get many of these unrestricted moments to do whatever we want.
“Well, that counter’s gonna have to be disinfected,” he says when I release him a long time later.
He toys with the lapel of my plaid shirt.
A little smile spreads onto his lips. “For two people moving slowly, we’re also moving fast. I’m gonna leave stuff at your place when I haven’t even slept there? ”
I shrug. “We run on logic and necessity.”
“If that’s what you wanna call it.” He groans. “I don’t wanna leave, but I should. Don’t you have a restaurant emergency for me to get me out of tomorrow with?”
“I can arrange it, but do you really want me to do that?”
“No. He’d be suspicious. That he hasn’t told me to quit working here is a miracle in and of itself.
I can see it in his eyes. It got dangerously close to that territory when Hunt pointed out that not only are you Dash’s dad and twenty years my senior, but you’re my boss, too.
Never even thought of that. We’re three levels of forbidden. ” He laughs.
“Why didn’t you think of the boss part?”
“Um, so don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t feel like my boss. Even before, I always considered you a friend.”
“I’m totes offended,” I say with a hand on my heart.
“No. Nuh-uh. No one says ‘totes’ anymore. Don’t ever say that again.”
“Not true. Just heard one of the hostees use it last week.”
“Yeah, ironically.”
That’s one thing I’ve never been able to wrap my head around, the whole “ironically” thing.
“I’m from the generation where we do what we want. How about that?”
“They’ll make fun of you.”
“I’m the boss. Everyone makes fun of the boss.”
“I don’t,” he says with all the earnestness in the world.
“That’s because you don’t think of me as your boss, even though I am,” I insist.
“Whatever you say, Trav.” He’s not buying it. “I’ll need my shoe back. I am not setting my bare foot on that fucking floor. It’s worse than a hockey locker room.”
“It shouldn’t be,” I say, helping him back into his clothes. “The bussers are supposed to mop back here each night.”
I pick his shoe off the floor and slide it on him.
“You didn’t hear it from me, but I’ve never seen that happen.”
With his shoe on, he slides off the counter, pulling up his clothes. I do the same with mine, catching him in the act of taking a last look at my cock. I’m proud to say it’s still sporting a semi.
“You’re a manager, you’re supposed to make sure that happens, Dirk.”
“I’ve been kitchen manager more than floor manager,” he says, thinking he’s got a point.
I’m too high on pleasure to chase after him for it now, especially when I have to say goodbye, but I’m saving that one for later. We can play a little game called Misbehaved Manager that’ll involve me taking a belt to his ass before I suck him.
He’s seriously blissed out and ruined, and I’m the one pouting now. “How far away are we from convincing your brother?”
“At the moment? We’ll be making first contact with aliens from another planet before he’ll accept our relationship.” He shoves a hand down the back pocket of my jeans. “I like this, even getting to do this kind of thing and touch you as I please. I’ve wanted this for so damn long.”
The gratefulness shines in his eyes.
“Okay, pretty boy. Go home before I keep you anyway.”
Watching him leave is hard tonight. Cold. Like he’s taken a piece of me with him.