Chapter 18 #2
This time there’s desperation in his voice. But because I’m an asshole, I look up at him through my lashes and blow a soft breath on it again.
He throws his head back again, his thighs quaking as I watch another dollop of pre-cum leak out of him.
“You’re trying to kill me,” he grunts—his hand in a death grip around his cock.
“So?”
“What do I need to do to get my dick in your mouth?”
I sit back and think for a moment. “Tell me I’m pretty again.”
The answer kind of surprises me. I’ve had plenty of people call me pretty throughout my life. But it was never how Javi does. It’s not an insult with him. It’s not a lewd comment. It feels good.
He leans forward, nose to nose with me, his warm brown eyes looking right into mine.
“Sitting here on the floor of this gross locker room, with lips red from kissing me, and that green sparkly stuff you put on your eyes smeared, you’re not pretty.
” I scowl but he continues. “You’re beautiful, munequito. ”
Something warm and fuzzy fills my stomach. And without hesitation, I push him back and swallow up as much of his cock as I can.
He shouts, echoing his cry against the empty room. I let him sit at the back of my throat, trying to get my throat to adjust from having something lodged back there.
My gag reflex ends up winning out. I gag and pull off of him, coughing and panting to catch my breath.
He runs his hand through my hair again. “Easy. Go as slow as you need.”
I nod and lean back in, slowly engulfing his length in my mouth. Closing my lips, I bob up and down, attempting to lave my tongue along his skin as I go.
He grunts when my hand finds his balls, rolling them around in my palm. “Just like that. So fucking good.”
His words light a fire inside of me, so I find a steady rhythm, adding my free hand to help stroke the parts of his dick my mouth doesn’t fit.
His cock occasionally gives me little spurts of pre-cum as I work him. I’m insatiable for them. Every time his flavor hits my tongue, a shiver runs through me. I want more. I want to suck him dry and get full from his cum.
I double my efforts, impaling my head on his cock, filling the empty locker room with my sounds of slurping and choking.
Javi’s gentle hand in my hair turns rough as he fists it, helping to guide me as he whines and moans.
“Fuck. Yes, mi amor. Just like that. You’re gonna make me come. Take your cock out. I want you coming while I fill that pretty mouth.”
I do as he says, letting go of his balls to hastily undo my pants and pull out my throbbing dick, immediately letting my hand fly across the length.
“Yes. Yes. Look up at me. Show me those pretty eyes while you eat my cum,” he rasps as he erratically thrusts into my mouth.
When he’s saying shit like that, it doesn’t take long for it to be over for me. Only a few quick and dirty strokes before the first jet of cum bursts from my dick.
I keep my eyes on him the whole time. Moaning and humping at the floor as I continue to choke on his cock. I gag and splutter, spit leaking down my chin as I ride the waves of my orgasm.
He groans—long and loud before he explodes in my mouth.
I hungrily suck at his dick, making sure I eat every little bit of cum he gives me until he’s completely dry and quivering in my mouth.
And even then, I take his softening cock out of my mouth and lick it, running my tongue over every inch of his skin to make sure I don’t miss any cum.
I slow down as I realize there’s nothing left and take the back of my hand to wipe across my messy mouth. He sits back on the bench with eyes closed, leaning on his arms—barely supporting himself. He does a full body shiver before he sighs and opens his eyes, looking down at me.
We stare at each other for a few moments, both of our faces slowly stretching into smiles, when there’s the distinct sound of a door being pushed open.
Our eyes widen at the same time and then we bolt. Both of us hastily trying to tuck our dicks away while he pulls me in the direction of the showers. He throws me in one of the stalls and quietly shuts the door after climbing in behind me.
We both flatten ourselves against the wall as Coach Davis walks around talking with someone.
I’m trying to stay quiet, but for some reason, I find hiding in a shower stall with Javi and my pants undone really funny, and little laughs start spilling out of my tightly sealed lips.
He whips his head down at me, a scowl on his face as he aggressively mimes shushing me.
It only makes it worse. I’m laughing harder, still trying to hold it all in. And suddenly his scowl starts morphing into something more akin to my face right now.
“Stop,” he mouths in my direction then covers his mouth to stop his own laughter.
“What the hell?” We hear Coach Davis’s voice from a little ways away. “There’s cum on the floor.”
“Don’t tell me this is the first time you’ve seen cum in this school. These boys are all fucking each other. Animals. All of them,” says the other voice with disgust.
Pretty soon, we’re doubled over, silently laughing at the fucked situation.
Once our laughter starts subsiding, I lean toward the door, tuning my ears to hear any more voices. “I think they’re gone,” I whisper.
When I look back at him, he’s already looking at me. It’s intense. Lovely. It steals my breath. His hand comes up slowly, cupping my face, rubbing his thumb tenderly across my cheek.
“What does mi amor mean?” I ask softly. I just want to hear him say it. To know what his intent was.
He keeps staring at me. Saying nothing, until something in his eyes changes. Everything from before flashes in them.
Hurt.
Anger.
Disgust.
Betrayal.
He pushes past me, and I stand there, listening to him leave through the locker-room door without another word.