Chapter 9 #4
“So fucking beautiful…” I teased my way to his cock and slipped it into my mouth and down my throat.
He bucked and groaned. “Oh fuck, oh fuck…” His thighs trembled around my head.
While pumping his dick, my saliva dripped down his balls. As I fisted him with one hand, I slicked the fingers of the other with my spit and slid them into his crack, circling his hole.
His face tensed, and his ass clenched around my finger. “Oh, God…” He slipped further down and slapped his hands on the back of my head, grabbing fistfuls of my hair, pushing his ass into my fingers and thrusting his pulsing dick into my mouth. “Do it, fuck me with your fingers.”
Holy hell, he was speaking my language. As need swept through me, my cock jerked between my thighs and leaked precum down my shaft. I plunged a finger inside him and swiped it against his prostate.
With a sharp moan, he writhed below me, and his cock swelled further in my mouth. “Again.” His face tensed, and his jaw dropped.
While I sucked him deep into my throat, I stroked his insides. Good God, I wanted to fuck him something fierce. Maybe tomorrow night, but right now, I lived in a fantasy.
As small cries escaped his throat, his cock jerked and hot cum shot down my throat in quick bursts. His fingers dug into my hair, almost pulling it from my scalp, and his thighs quivered.
I swallowed it all down and stayed on him until he slowed, a gradual ache building in my balls. Pulling off him with a wet slurp, I crawled over him and pressed a long kiss on his slack mouth. “You okay?” The edge of my lip curled. Apparently, I’d blissed him out.
He opened his dazed eyes, and they focused on me. “I blacked out. Fucking hell.” With a wicked chuckle, he rolled me onto my back. “Your turn.” His tongue swiped across his lips.
“Hell yeah.” I lifted my knees and spread my thighs as wide as I could, giving him full access. “Do your worst. Or best, I suppose.” I couldn’t wait to feel his mouth on me.
“I hope it’s my best, but I’m warning you, it’s been a while.” As his gaze fixated on my dick, he wrapped his hand around the base and stroked me while skimming his other hand across the grooves in my abs. “Casey, your body is something else.” He flashed his eyes at me and then licked his lips.
“Thanks. It’s a Ferrari, remember?” I chuckled as tension coiled inside my gut. He needed to get on with it.
“A Ferrari.” Ducking his head, he slowly enveloped my dick in the wet heat of his mouth, his tongue licking my shaft.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” I arched my back, the sensation tightening my balls. Shit, I was already spun so tightly, I was ready to blow. I had to hold back. Threading my fingers through his long, dark hair, I groaned.
He gave me slow strokes with his mouth, sucking the crown and swirling his tongue. With soft moans, he cupped my balls.
The vibration of his moans rippled pleasure through my body, tingling my cock. “That’s good, Ryker.”
He quickened his pace, sucking harder and pulling me to the back of his throat.
I watched his head bob over me, his long hair swaying. This was exactly like my fantasy. As sensation spiked, my breath snagged, and I thrust my hips, pushing on his head. “Fuck, close.” Damn it, I didn’t want to come yet.
Wetting his fingers with the saliva dripping from his mouth, he slipped his fingers down my taint and circled my hole.
“Yes, do it.” My gut clenched, and I fought to hold on, pleasure mounting inside me with every pump of his hand and flick of his tongue.
With a groan, he slipped his finger inside me and curled it, stroking my insides.
As a spark of sensation rippled up my spine, I shuddered and gasped. Holy hell, I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted us to fuck each other. But not tonight. My thighs trembled as his mouth milked my cock, and his finger found its target.
His dick rallied and lengthened between his thighs.
Should I suck him off a second time? My mouth watered as I watched it bob along with his head. His moans came one after the other.
Sensation swelled in my cock, and the brink came crashing around me.
“Fuck, coming.” That was it. As a surge of pleasure rocketed through me, my dick pulsed and spurted cum down his throat, my body tensing and toes curling.
Through panting gasps, I clenched my jaw.
Fucking hell, this was good, possibly the best.
He swallowed and shook over me and as my climax slowed, he rose onto his knees, fell over me on one straight arm and fisted his own solid cock, giving it quick strokes. “Fuck, can, can I come on you?”
“Of course.” Grabbing his cheeks, I tugged him down, devouring his mouth in hungry kisses while he groaned and painted my chest with his cum. As he calmed, our kisses slowed, and he dropped on top of me, his mouth still pressed to mine in lazy kisses.
Wrapping my arms around him, my heart bloomed with warmth. Yep, this was like the time at football camp and more. I was falling for him. By Sunday, I might be a goner. I brushed my mouth across his and nipped at his lower lip.
A slow grin played on his lips. “You made me come twice.”
“I did.” Did I? Or had he been so wound up it was inevitable? Fuck it, I’ll take the credit. I pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I would have sucked you off again—”
“No, I wanted to, uh, come on you. I don’t know why.” He buried his face in my neck. “Fuck, sounds weird, huh?”
“Nothing is weird. You wanted to mark me. I’m great with that.” It meant he had strong feelings for me, right? Possessive feelings? I skimmed my hand across his back.