Chapter Twenty-Four #4
His possessive, hungry mouth, kissing, sucking and biting. Leaving a mark, no doubt. But I want it. I love the idea of him owning me. This feels like what I’ve always wanted… Someone to possess me.
One sneaky finger eases deeper between my cheeks, taunting my rim with little brushes and rubs, and pokes. I’m clenching, yet aching for him to just push it in because I know it’ll feel so damn good. But he doesn’t. He’s playing with me, and I think I like that just as much.
Shoving our cocks together, I use both my hands to stroke them side by side. Our hips are moving in tandem, as if we’re fucking each other at the same damn time while chasing the wet friction.
My hooded gaze drifts, and I think I catch sight of someone watching us… One of the guards, at least a few prisoners. But I’m too hazy to fully process it, and too high to care.
There’s a buzzing in my balls from doing this for a silent audience of hungry eyes. My pulse is pinging, nervous chills rushing over me. Thrill in my loins, lighting me the fuck up.
Let them all watch. Let them see us…
I’m not in the shadows with him. We’re out in the fucking open.
Trevel’s left hand runs up to my chest, cupping my pectoral muscle, squeezing and massaging it. His hungry mouth dips, and his warm tongue circles my nipple. Then he takes it between his lips and sucks, hard and sloppy.
My eyes roll back. Fuck, that’s it… Suck it, Daddy.
At an almost identical pace, his finger is teasing my hole while his tongue teases my nipple. Pawing at my chest, he’s suckling my peaked flesh, growling as he does, as if he’s growing hungrier the more he feasts on me. It has me fucking opening for him, because fuck , I want more.
I want him in me… His every fucking part, as deep inside as he can get.
I want him to push my legs apart and slide that big cock in me while he sucks and bites my nipples like candy.
My whining is almost too loud. Sealing my lips together, I arch up to him, giving him my body. This feels too fucking good to care about anything else. The sky could be falling right now, and I wouldn’t be able to stop.
Trevel just… distracts me. From everything .
With my cock in one hand, and his in the other, I push them together, tip to tip.
When I rub them together—our exposed crowns, silky with arousal—it’s like a bolt of lightning strikes me in the balls.
Jerking slow and tight, I press our dicks into one another.
His body trembles from the sensation, and it fills me with helium.
I’m weightless and floating, knowing that he likes what I’m doing.
I mean, so do I… It feels fucking awesome.
“Best… dick… ever…” Trevel breathes out in between brutalizing my chest with his ravenous mouth. “Feed it, sweet fury.”
“Shh…” I scold, and let go with my left hand, just long enough to grab the back of his head.
Fingers burrowed in his wet hair, I stuff his face into my chest to keep him quiet. He rumble-moans, but obeys the instruction, sucking my nipples fucking sore , moving from one to the other. Still gripping my pec, fondling while nipping all over viciously.
Apparently, I only need one hand to keep our dicks together, like one of those fleshlight toys that’s open at both ends.
The thrusting works like rippling waves, my dick fucking into his while my fist keeps them connected at their heads.
I’m so unleashed, so greedy for pleasure and pain, I barely realize how far I’m going…
Until the tip of my dick slides inside, his foreskin covering my cock. Deep .
Trevel chokes out a mewl that pulses precum from my cock. Then, like a seesaw, his head pushes mine back, my wet skin welcoming him in. It’s agonizing, almost painful, but not enough to reduce such a fierce pleasure.
I’m quaking, mashing our slippery cocks together so hard, if they could swallow each other up, I’m sure they would.
“Fuck my cock, Byron…” I hear him. I can’t tell if he’s saying it or if I’m hearing him in my mind, or if it’s the same damn thing at this point.
We’re becoming one , our bodies absorbing one another, our pleasure blooming and growing the more we move. Panting, purring, and groaning surrounding us with the rush of falling water.
My chest hurts from how hard he’s biting and sucking me. My nipples are raw, my dick is throbbing , and my foreskin is sore. And I’m so drunk on it all that I don’t even notice his finger is in me until he’s up to the knuckle and touching my prostate.
Oh, fuuuuck… Fuck fuck fuck yes, baby, fucking touch it more…
It’s active work to not cry his name out loud.
Trevel groans while bucking his hips, pumping his cock into mine. Our tips are soaking wet and gushy with precum flowing between them, making sounds so obscene, it has me on the verge of a colossal orgasm. Which gets me thinking…
I want to come in him… Inside his cock. And I want him to come in mine.
God, come in me, Trev. Come anywhere… everywhere in me.
Apparently, this desperate need for cum has been slowly rising in me. Since Michelangelo, and in every interaction with a guy since, I’ve become hungrier and hungrier for it in secret. But now , it’s no longer hiding.
I’m out as fuck right now, and I want Trevel Fenwick’s cum.
All over me, inside me.
Fuck it. Fuck everything that isn’t this.
I want you, violet eyes. I want you to…
“Come with me…” I breathe by his ear, shaky and ready to erupt. “Come in me.”
“You’re so needy, baby,” he whispers, lifting his face to lock our eyes. He looks out of his mind with lust. “My big, sexy cumslut.”
“You w-want mine t-too…” I shudder with our cocks slipping and sliding. “Thirsty bitch.”
He huffs, the sexiest, raspiest chuckle as his middle finger swirls in my ass. “No talking, bad boy.” Barely lubed, another stuffs inside, and I grunt, abs clenching. Fuck, I’m so fucking close…
A quiet moan flees my mouth, and he swallows it.
My tongue peeks out to lick a droplet of water from his upper lip, and he swipes his tongue over mine.
I lick him back, and the next thing I know, we’re just fucking licking each other’s lips and tongues, and it’s so fucking weird, but so hot , and fuck me, I’m gonna come so fucking hard…
Despite the water running cold, we’re surrounded by steam. Dripping wet, grunting and gasping. Our skin is burning, and I’m falling …
Trevel’s hand works hard in my ass to get me there, my legs spread to welcome him finger-fucking my needy hole while I fuck his dick and he fucks mine.
I feed my cock into his foreskin so deep, I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.
He crumbles into me, sobbing into my mouth, and I think I’m hurting him. Until I realize that he’s coming.
He’s coming , all the fuck over my cock.
It’s the most incredible sensation of my life, and it immediately sets me off. I’m overpowered by a typhoon of an orgasm. Fast . It incapacitates me, and I fucking erupt . Gloriously. Painfully. Spiritually.
Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Uhhhffuuck… Trevel. ” I cry his name, because I have to. He’s my god, and I’m singing hymns right now. “ Fuck me fuck me fuck me, oh God, Trevel, Baby, I’m fucking coming in your… big… fucking… cock.”
“Shh… quiet, baby… Jesus bloody Christ , it’s never felt like this.
” He’s collapsing into me, wrapped around me like he’s melting all over my body, taking all of my hot, aching orgasm inside his cock while he shoots his into mine.
“How does it… feel so… Mmm, Byron , sweet furious boy… Milk it out… Just… like… that .”
My hand shakes as I hold us still, and we pulse and throb, twitch and convulse.
Filling his skin, flooding his dick with my juicy seed.
I’m barely done as he’s pushing his hips forward to stuff mine with both of our cum.
I hold tight, keeping us joined while we slip and slide, working all that slickness around both of our swollen heads.
It’s spilling out, dribbling everywhere.
A big, sloppy, kinky mess. And I love it.
I fucking love this.
So filthy, so depraved . The sweet, furious sex we make together is so far beyond what I ever imagined having… It’s rearranged the makeup of who I am.
It’s never been like this . Not with anyone.
This is what I’ve always needed… And only the sexy British boy with the purple eyes gives it to me.
Trevel sighs and shivers, smooshing me against the wall. His fingers slide out of my ass, and I hum at the loss. Both of our eyes open slowly, dark lashes fluttering at one another as he lifts his hand and sucks on his fingers… The ones that were just in my ass.
I have no words.
There’s nothing that could ever express how this man makes me feel. It’s baffling. Amazing. But terrifying.
This is bad…
I think I’m getting… attached.
“I want to keep you in me,” he breathes, forehead on mine.
“I don’t think that’s hygienic.” I grin, and he chuckles.
“Shh… Quiet, Raph. Don’t ruin it.”
The water running frames my steadying heart rate. And I bite my lip, watching his mouth.
What is this…?
When I finally release our dicks, I pet his, giving it a gentle caress that makes him smile. Then my other hand trails up his throat.
Who are you, Trevel Fenwick?
The connection hasn’t been severed yet. It’s weird… Usually, the moment the orgasm high wears off, all the insecurities sneak back in. The rampant doubt and questions.
But right now, I feel nothing but alive .
Trevel inches, hovering his mouth over mine. “Byron…”
He wants to kiss me. I can feel it.
But we… don’t really do that.
Do we?
“Let’s go, inmates!”
The barking of one of the guards startles us out of our moment. Trevel still doesn’t seem like he wants to lose this—whatever the holy fuck we’re doing. But I duck away first, because I’m nervous, and I don’t want him to see it.
He always sees.
We pull apart and rinse off, peeking at each other all the while. Dazed and high on the confusion of us .
Who are you, Trevel Fenwick?
And how the hell will I ever recover from you?