Chapter Five #3
He raises his other hand, and I see a little pack of lube there which he proceeds to pour, not over his fingers, but the handle of my knife. What is he up to?
His gaze locks with mine as he lowers the blade and moves it behind him.
All the air around me is sucked away. His eyes suddenly widen, filled with lust, his breath catches in his throat, and then a moan rips out of him.
I feel precum wetting my boxer briefs when his hand starts pumping.
Slurping sounds fill the car. He’s fucking himself with my knife handle.
Why does the crazy, obscene image forming in my head look so fucking hot?
Only Aki can turn something absurd into pure sex.
I wish I could actually see it.
His hips keep moving on top of me, stroking his stiff, thong-clad cock over my waistcoat as he thrusts the wooden handle inside himself.
“If I can’t have you fucking me…something of yours has to take that place,” he moans. Something of mine.
His sultry words are a possessive caress along my back, they make me weak in the legs, but stronger within.
His little whimpers, the sweet, sweaty smell of his skin, his hot lips on my face, the bulge of his cock covered in satin.
I let out a deep growl as I grab a handful of ass cheek, while the other takes the knife from his fingers, pushing the handle almost all the way in and then pulling it out.
Careful not to hurt him, my hand covers the blade, it bites into my palm, but I don’t care. I keep fucking him with it because only his lust-filled eyes and parted lips matter right now.
His fingers fumble with my waistcoat’s buttons, and then grab and claw at my Henley, yanking the fabric up over my pecs and making him whine when it falls down again.
A flash of determination lightens his eyes before he grips the thermal collar with both hands and rips it.
As soon as my chest is on display, his palms start stroking it incessantly, as if the feeling of my mostly uneven skin is the best thing he has ever touched.
“I wanna see your bumpy cock.” Those brown pools flare when his gaze locks onto my stiffening erection outlined by my pants. He doesn’t seem able to tear his eyes away when I start unbuttoning. My bare cock reacts to his moan of appreciation, giving a jerk as it fills rapidly all the way.
I slow the pumping of his hole as soon as I feel his hand wrap around me. His fingers move over the beads, massaging my length and making me see stars.
“My nipples are nice and perky for you, don’t you want to suck on them, sir?” I look at them. I can see the pointy buds pushing against the shirt.
Even though I’m the sir here, he is the one with the real power. He’s the one drawing the limits, while expecting me to take care of him the way he likes. Aki knows he can make me do whatever he wants, even though I look like the one in command. And I will as long as I can be with him.
I lower my head and suck on his left nipple through the fabric, quickly turning it see-through.
I go to work on the other, biting, nipping, pulling on the bud until he cries and squirms. Aki looks even more debauched like this than naked, covered in my spit.
The shirt is all wrinkled, I tore a couple of buttons without even realizing it.
Those dark nipples. Standing out. His legs open wide over mine, ass spread, cock half out his thong.
His fingers are still working on my dripping dick, stroking it with confident pumps. A sudden thought hits me. Am I having one of my filthy dreams? If that is the case, I need to dare more.
“Stroke your cock too. I want to see you touching yourself, now.” I’ve imagined him jerking off in front of me a million times. Would reality be better?
“What will I get in return?” He moans, enjoying the slow way I’m still driving the small handle inside him. I like to see him begging, struggling to reach his pleasure.
“My cock,” I offer.
As soon as my words register, he pushes the thong down over his balls and wraps trembling fingers around his shaft and very carefully drags them up the length and then down, moving the foreskin and showing the pink, mushroom-shaped tip.
I’m surprised by this display of obedience.
But I can see how dangerously close he is to coming.
His slit is dripping precum, and his hips keep rocking frantically.
“You get so fucking wet,” I state, loving how responsive he is.
His hands tighten around my cock, making me grit my teeth.
“You have no idea…sir. My hole is soaked. If only this knife was your cock, you’d feel how hard I’m sucking the whole thick length every time it slides inside, and how tightly I try to keep it in me when you pull it out.
Squeezing around it, having all that stiffness filling me.
Fucking me. So. Good. I’m gonna milk your dick just as good. ”
Goddammit, his slutty dirty talk is driving me fucking insane.
I’m going to nut in his hand if he doesn’t shut up.
I grab his nape and crush his mouth to mine.
Cinnamon and sex. Aki’s flavor is the most decadent treat; I can’t help myself from craving it.
His taste is already imprinted inside my head.
Feeling his warm, starved tongue battling with mine works like an aphrodisiac.
I slowly pull the knife handle out and drop it on the car floor, ignoring his loud moan of protest. My bleeding hand leaves a smear on his skin as I grab his side.
I don’t even feel the sting of the cut, because I like such a primal mark on him, made with blood and sweat.
“Wanna be my fuck doll?” I growl against his lips.
His eyes gleam. I see the flames burning there as I echo the words of that fucker he turned unconscious. I’m not trying to anger him, but I love when he gets all feisty.
He gives me a smile filled with mischief and threatening intentions. I fucking love that smile. “After you play with me once, you won’t be able to be with any other doll.”
I already know that. I widen my legs, forcing him to spread his thighs further on top of me and grab hold of his thong, pulling it to one side.
“No need to tell me that,” I reply as I wedge the thick, hard length of my cock against his well-stretched, wet hole, and slick it with lube before trapping it there with my hand. I rock my hips slowly, using his body and my palm to get myself off.
My cockhead is sliding smoothly over the crack of his ass and then brushes against his soft pucker with each thrust I give, making Aki turn crazy on top of me.
He’s trying to swallow the tip inside every time it bumps against his entrance.
And fuck, if I don’t want that, but feeling him desperate for it, twisting and whimpering on top of me while sucking aggressively on my tongue and biting my lips, is fucking heaven.
His muffled cries, his warm body, his scent surrounding me, I could come just like this.
I’m thinking of nutting all over his nipples when Aki grabs my hand and starts licking the blood clean.
Lusty eyes fuse with mine. Slutty tongue lapping noisily.
My dick throbs and gets caught in his pucker, making Aki gasp again.
“Your hole is begging me to hurry up and stuff it full,” I grunt.
Hearing him whimper is fucking gold, especially when he adds a, “Just do it! Fuck me, sir. Put that alien, juicy cock inside me!” His mellifluous voice has turned so damn hungry for me.
His teeth sink into my palm; the cut burns like a bitch under his assault, making me hiss. He’s like a stray dog that has never been tamed. A mad dog ready to bite me if I don’t do what he wants.
He suddenly reaches back, and after grabbing my cock, he lines it to his entrance and pushes down. The head slides into the tightest, pulsing vise. Aki cries out as I grab his ass in both hands—holding the thong on one side. Is he okay? The first time can be hard for a bottom.
Fuck! “Condom,” I exclaim, squeezing his ass to hold him still. Not enough, since he starts bouncing on my dick with abandon, completely ignoring my words. His hole is sucking my cockhead in like a damn Hoover.
“So much better than a dildo,” I think I hear him mutter. What dildo? My thoughts are blurred by the way he’s pumping up and down on my shaft.
“Am I the first one to take your hole? Answer me.” I sound like a wild animal.
“Yes! I’m fucking your fat dickhead,” he slurs, this time loudly, utterly enjoying it. “Oh god, yes! You’re stretching me with that big tip.”
I am. Christ, I think I’m going to cum if he keeps going. Now I understand why some guys like all the attention on the crown. His nails dig inside my shoulder as he tries to keep balance. But I don’t mind the sting.
I can smell his sweet scent when I’m holding him this close, fuck!
“How do I feel inside? Ahhh, tell me.” How can he beg so sexily? He’s making me lose my fucking mind.
Another inch of my cock slides in. Not even half of me is in, and still, this is the best fuck of my life. I keep leaking like a broken faucet inside him. The thought forces more precum out.
“Sir. Tell me, how does your thick cock feel stretching my virgin hole open?” The shamelessly filthy way he’s talking to me makes my dick grow even bigger. His inner walls contract around it, and goddamnit, I don’t think I can hold out much longer.
“Feels…warm, wet. Fucking perfect.” I suck on his neck without leaving a bruise,—I can’t—and then lick, hating the shirt that is preventing me from tasting all of him.
“What else?” He’s rocking his hips like a pro, attempting to slide down on more cock, to reach those beads he seems to love so much. Getting them was the most agonizing pain I’ve ever felt, but if he enjoys them, it will all be fucking worth it.
“Tight,” I grunt, as I feel part of my dick being strangled. “So tight.”
Not capable of waiting any longer, I slide my arms under his legs and hook his knees on my forearms before moving onto my knees on the floor.
He lets out a loud gasp as he puts his hands on my shoulders while I spread his legs wide and feast my eyes on the sight of his hole stretched wide on my dick—so fucking glad we are in a limo with plenty of space.
“Fuuuck!” I tremble as more cock spears his hole. Now I’m halfway in. I look so fucking big stretching his little entrance. His inner muscles clench, making my shaft leak and balls boil. It’s like he’s trying to tear it off and keep it for himself. Shy of pain, but so fucking incredible.
I start thrusting up lightly, eyes glued on my length going in and out through his pink ring. My beads stroke over his pucker before sliding inside, and every time it happens, he arches his back.
“Do you like my cock, Aki? I’m not even all the way inside you, and you are already at your limit,” I whisper darkly, as I bounce him on it. My knees burn, scraping against the rough fabric of my pants, but I keep going, chasing the ecstasy. Wanting to see it in his eyes.
“Hell yes! I love it. Give it all to me. Ram my insides with those beads,” he replies, sounding completely lost to it. Eyes gleaming with raw desire.
I want to swallow every breath that comes out of his swollen mouth and drink up his entire being in one long, interminable sip.
He shivers as I hit his sweet spot over and over again with shallow, quick thrusts. I want to shove my cock fully inside him so fucking badly, reach deep and batter his hole until it makes space for me. But I don’t want to hurt him.
I see his hand reaching for his dick. One pump, and my chest is showered in sweet cum.
I can finally let go. My thrusts turn hard and fast; I focus on those fuckable lips as his hole keeps welcoming me more and more.
Then my body tenses and stills; I let out a groan as I’m drowned in bliss.
My cum fills his ass full as I keep moving shallowly in and out with Aki still quaking against me.
I don’t know where I find the strength to lift us onto the nearest seat. Aki on his back and me on top of him, holding myself on one arm.
Since his eyes are closed, I can fully take him in. His drowsy, satisfied expression, the sharp line of his nose, and his perfectly plump lips. My chest feels full, so full it might explode. I’m in serious trouble.
When his languid gaze finds mine after a while, he smiles, then his hand touches the left side of my face, his fingers brush over my half brow—the other half never grew back after the fire.
“Since I can’t help tearing into our clothes, I might need to buy you a whole new wardrobe.
” He snorts as his arm drops down. I don’t feel the same level of mirth he does.
I don’t care about my clothes. But I know this can’t keep happening.
Not when he has to get married. And not when what I feel for him is more than attraction.
Oblivious to my dark thoughts, he keeps teasing. “How is my baby bunny packing so much? You have an oversized, extraterrestrial dick. I need to prep more if I want you to pound me all night long.”
“Where the hell did you learn to talk like this?” I ask him, feeling the green monster showing his face.
“I’m a natural.” He shrugs before frowning at me. “And where did you learn to fuck like this?”
His possessiveness excites me even though it’s nothing new. He just doesn’t like to share me. He won’t like the fact that I’ve had one-night stands with other men before. “You wouldn’t like my answer.”
He growls like a feral animal and then snaps his head forward before biting my left cheek hard.
Thank god, I wear my hair down on this side or everybody would see the marks he leaves.
He tilts his face back, and after studying me for a few seconds, he attacks again, sinking his teeth into my pinky finger and leaving the usual sign at the base.
“Shit! Why do you do that every time?” I yank my hand back.
He crosses his arms over his chest. His childish responses drive me crazy.
I pull back, leaving the comfort of his tight heat slowly, hating to see the wince on his face. I move into a sitting position while fixing my clothes.
“You are unbelievable,” I exclaim, as I feel the car stopping. We’ve arrived at his place.
“Yeah, that’s what your bumpy dick thinks too,” he taunts me.
I throw his pants at him as post-nut clarity overwhelms me. I did it again. With Aki.
“Whatever you’re thinking about, drop it! Unless you want me to bite your cock off next,” he threatens me with a stern gaze. “Look at me. There’s only me.”
That’s exactly what scares me the most.
Happiness is so hard to find in life, especially for someone with my background. It rarely lasts long. A blink of an eye, and it’s gone. Gone forever. And bitterness replaces it. It fills the empty space and keeps spreading until there’s no more room for anything else.