5. Five
Five
A iden leaned back from my cock, reaching for the bottle of oil again. “Do you like seeing your cum all over my face?”
My gaze jumped over him, looking at the way my cum had splashed across his cheek and forehead in a straight line. It was like he didn't care how it mixed with his beard, his eyebrow, his piercings, and even matted in his hair.
I'd already moaned and shaken my ass for him, but it was even more embarrassing to tell him what I thought.
My voice was hoarse as I replied, “Yeah, it looks like your face was made to take my cum.”
He paused as he tipped the bottle, more oil dribbling over his fingers before he burst out laughing. His deep guffaw boomed around the living room.
“Fuck me, you're good.” His laugh trailed off. “Alright, pretty boy, since you're so confident, how about you take three fingers for me?”
That was the point I was meant to leave and pretend it never happened. My ass tingled, I'd already come, there was nothing else left to do.
He might have promised to stick his cock in me, but I had the game tomorrow.
“How…” I asked, my dick responding happily to the idea of him stretching me even more. “How will it fit?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth it.”
I’d only just come and my cock was getting fucking hard again.
Aiden groaned. “Fuck, I want to stick my dick in you. I haven’t had a pussy in years, but your sweet ass will do nicely.” Both oiled hands gripped my ass cheeks, pulling me open, the warm air of the room brushing me.
“I wish I could see your asshole twitching for me, but I like the desperate look on your face. You don't even have to say it. I can see you're already begging for my dick.”
“There's no way your cock can fit inside me,” I argued, even though I was already up for it.
Aiden shifted his hand, releasing an ass cheek. His oiled up fingers went straight back to my asshole, rubbing three in a wide circle. I spread my legs even more so he could reach me more easily.
“Push that ass out even farther, pretty boy. I want to see your ass bouncing.”
I lowered so my face was level with his. He was watching me so fiercely that I closed my eyes. It was totally throwing me off. I couldn't focus on the way his thick fingers easily slipped into my ass when he drew his face closer, as if he was going to kiss me.
“Oh God, it's so good,” I whispered as he opened up his fingers, pushing against the entrance of my ass.
“Keep your eyes open, Connor. Show me how much you like it.”
I bit my lip as I slowly opened them to find him looking at me with a wicked grin. He held my ass open, not moving as I started to squirm.
My hand was firm around my cock, my nails digging into Aiden's shoulder, but the feeling was so intense all I wanted was my ass to be filled again.
“Aiden,” I groaned at him as he twisted them.
“What is it?” The glint in his gaze returned as I began moving my hips.
“My ass, please, Aiden, I need your fingers deeper inside me,” I gasped.
It was so tight, but he just kept widening them, until his third finger knocked against my ass.
“Oh, no, pretty boy. You don’t get my fingers until you clean up your mess.”
“What do you mean?” I asked breathlessly.
“Get on my lap and lick your cum off my face,” he ordered, right as he split the tips of his fingers for the millionth time.
I cried out, jerking against him as he met me with a serious stare. “I want you to taste what it’s like when you shoot all over me.”
My mind was too blasted to do anything but follow his orders. He pulled out his fingers, the hand on my hip nudging me forward.
I wrapped my arms around his neck for support as I climbed on top of him. My knees rested on the edge of the couch as my ass lowered.
It felt weird without his fingers in me. But when I adjusted my hips and caged his thighs, my nerves burst as the piercing on his cock scraped over my asshole before tapping my tailbone.
How did that make me more excited than motorboating a freshman?
He hummed as he used the hand on my hip to keep me still, lifting his hips to grind his shaft against my balls. “You like the feel of that? I could do it now,. Just ram my dick straight into you.” He tilted his head back so I could see all of his face. “But I want you screaming in pleasure, not pain.”
My breath shuddered as I leaned closer to him. I was really going to do it. I was actually going to lick my cum off his face.
And it made it even better when his slippery hand found my ass again. I choked as he instantly pushed into me, bucking me forward so my chest was against his chin.
“Closer than that, Connor. Your tongue needs to get right in there.”
I opened my mouth, extending out my tongue, finding the line of cum which ran from his lip up to his eyebrow piercing.
I was hesitant at first, but as soon as I licked him, he groaned, sparking up my confidence. The taste of myself blended with the weird layer of whatever had built up on his skin after years of being in prison stang. His beard caught on all the creases of my tongue, but I liked the sharpness of it.
Aiden's lips parted as he sighed, turning his cheek so I could reach him more easily.
As soon as my tongue scraped the tattoo of an Ace of Spades by his ear, he shoved three fingers upwards.
A low shout ripped from me. “Aiden, oh my God. Wait, can't you just—”
“Pay attention. Come on, you're going to be taking much more than this once you finish your job.”
He drew his fingers back, and I moaned at the stretch, forcing my tongue to stay on him as he surged into me again.
I tightened my arms around his neck, spreading my knees so it was easier for him to thrust into my ass.
His cock pressed against my ass cheek, his wrist grinding my balls as he picked up a rhythm.
I gasped as I furiously licked at him, bobbing my hips, hungry for more as his beard scratched my tongue.
“That's it, pretty boy. Just keep licking me like that.”
His voice had become gravelly, as if I was affecting him as much as he was fucking me up.
I lapped at him, scouring his skin, trying to collect as much of my cum off of his face as possible just so he would fuck me harder.
“Aiden,” I whispered before I took one long lick from the corner of his lip to his eyebrow.
He turned his head back, looking at me again.
“Fuck, you look so good. I think you deserve something more.”