Chapter 5
My whole body goes rigid. I’ve never… I mean, I’ve seen it in porn, guys doing that, but I never imagined… holy shit. His tongue is warm and wet, flicking over my hole, prodding, circling, then flattening against me in a broad, firm stroke.
My dick jerks, leaking a steady stream onto the concrete between my knees.
Nothing in my life has ever felt like this.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing comes close.
It’s a devastating, slick heat that makes my spine arch and my toes curl in my sneakers.
That tongue is everywhere, teasing, pushing, working against my entrance until it breaches me.
A shallow penetration, just the tip, but I feel it everywhere.
A warm, wet intrusion, sparks of pleasure shooting through my core.
I’m so stunned by the sensation that I forget where I am, what I’m doing. I forget about everything but the tongue delving into my ass, the big, strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer, holding me in place for more.
It’s only when two quick knocks come through the wall, Jace’s impatient fist on the partition, that I remember.
“Yo. Where’d you go? I’m about to bust here.” His voice is tight.
Fuck. Right. I have a job to do.
I turn back to the wall, face flaming, my hands shaking so badly I can barely aim him back toward my mouth. I take a deep, centering breath, and then I’m on him again. Sucking, bobbing, taking him as deep as I can. All while that tongue works my ass from behind.
I’m so fucking thankful for that long-ass shower I took before we came here.
Who knew I was preparing for this? Not me, that’s for damn sure.
We drove forty minutes to get to this place, the biggest sex shop in the state according to Jace.
All I expected was to wander the aisles, laugh at some dildos, and buy a ridiculous gift for our friend’s party.
Now I’ve got a tongue in my ass and a dick in my mouth, and all I can think is, why has no one told me how good this is?
The big guy seems determined to take me apart. He fucks me with his tongue, alternating between shallow, quick probes and deep, languid strokes that have me squirming and panting around Jace’s cock. I’m a mess. A drooling, trembling wreck.
Stuffing my mouth is the only thing keeping me quiet.
Without it, I’d be moaning loud enough to give myself away.
And Jace can never know. Can never find out that it’s me on my knees right now, swallowing his precum, pulling those grunts and curses out of him.
This is a secret I’ll take to my grave. A one-time, never-again, heat-of-the-moment lapse in sanity.
But fuck if I’m not going to milk it for all it’s worth.
Every time a sound tries to escape, I push forward and take him deeper, gagging myself into silence. The fullness in my throat, the restriction, the desperate need for air, it’s all part of it now. My head is swimming. The purple light pulses behind my eyelids.
And he’s getting close. I can feel it. The shaft tensing, the head swelling against my tongue. His hips are moving faster, losing rhythm, punching forward in short, desperate jabs. His breathing through the wall is harsh and ragged. He’s right on the edge.
I play with that. Tease him. I ease back until just the tip rests against my bottom lip. Swirl my tongue around the slit, dip inside. It all comes so naturally to me. Like I’ve been doing this for years.
“Goddamn,” Jace chokes out. “Don’t… don’t stop.”
I won’t, you idiot, is what I want to say back. But of course, I can’t. So I give him what he wants. I take him to the root again. Deep-throat him. And I stay there, my throat convulsing around the head, my nose buried in the dark hair at his base.
“Fuck! Fuck, I’m…”
He doesn’t finish. His cock swells, the veins pulsing against my tongue, and then he’s coming.
A hot, bitter flood hits the back of my throat.
Thick ropes, one after another, coating my tongue, pooling under it, spilling down my chin.
I swallow. Swallow again. My throat works desperately to keep up, but there’s too much.
It leaks from the corners of my mouth, drips onto my T-shirt, mixes with the spit already slicking my chin.
His hips keep jerking, pumping the last of it into me, and I’m gulping it down as fast as I can.
He shudders. A deep groan that vibrates through the wall. Then he goes still. His cock softens against my tongue, twitching with the aftershocks. A last, weak pulse of cum dribbles onto my lip.
I pull off him slowly. My jaw aches. My lips feel swollen. A string of cum connects my mouth to the head of his cock, long and pearly in the purple light. I wipe it away with the back of my hand.
My ears are ringing. My heart is hammering against my ribs. I just blew my best friend. Swallowed his load. Tasted him. And it was… fuck. It was everything.
The big guy behind me hasn’t stopped. If anything, he’s gotten more intense.
His tongue swirls around my hole, dips inside, then pulls out and laps at me in long, greedy strokes.
He’s holding me open, spreading me with both hands.
His stubble rasps against my cheeks, burning in the best way.
And I’m pushing back against him, shamelessly chasing that wetness.
But without Jace’s cock plugging my throat, there’s nothing to keep me quiet.
Nothing to stop the moans building in my chest, climbing higher and higher, threatening to break free.
I bite down on my lip, teeth sinking into the soft flesh, trying to hold it back.
But when the big guy’s tongue breaches me again, stabbing deep, corkscrewing inside me, a moan rips out—a loud one.
I clap a hand over my mouth, but it’s too late.
“What was that?” Jace’s voice comes through the wall, hoarse and spent but tinged with confusion.
I hold my breath. The big guy stills.
“Sounded like…” A long, agonizing pause. I can picture him on the other side, frowning, tilting his head, trying to place that sound. Then his voice drops. “Luca?”