Chapter 20 #2
My nostrils flare, my face growing so hot I wouldn’t be surprised it’s veered into violet territory. Try as I might to re-route the air to my nose, my body doesn’t seem to want to cooperate. My brain all too aware of how…helpless I am.
I’m not panicking. I’m not. I want this.
When he finally takes pity on me—that or he realized I can’t exactly pleasure him if I lose consciousness—and pulls out, it’s only long enough for me to cough sloppily around the fat head of his cock before he’s shoving back inside.
“Careful,” he says on a hiss when my teeth accidentally scrape along his silky, salty flesh. I nod jerkily, widening my mouth.
“See? I knew you could do it. Knew you could take it. It’s all you’re good for anyway.” His lips rise in a smile that is anything but kind or reassuring as he eases back, before snapping his hips and thrusting deep into my throat once more, bringing about another startled gag.
Spit floods my mouth, spilling out from the stretched out corners of my lips, trickling down my chin.
“I’m going to fuck your throat so raw, you won’t be able to speak for a week,” he tells me in a voice so deep and gravelly that he barely sounds human. “That’ll teach you not to fucking touch my shit.”
Again and again and again, he pounds into my mouth.
Fucking my throat without mercy.
My entire body trembles and I can’t help but squirm beneath him.
While my erection had started to deflate at the loss of oxygen to my brain, now that he’s got a steady, but brutal rhythm going on, and I’ve somewhat adjusted to the full-scale assault to my tonsils, I find myself hardening to full-mast once more.
God, what I’d give for him to reach back and free my dick. Hold it. Stroke it. Milk the cum out of it while I use my mouth to milk him of his.
But this is for him. Not me…
The thought should turn me off—anger me even. But it doesn’t. If anything I feel oddly…relieved. And maybe even a little confused by that fact.
Which of course makes my head feel all fuzzy. Not necessarily in a bad way…this time. I don’t really know how else to explain it, other than to confidently say I want more of whatever this fuzzy rightness is.
I don’t want him to stop. Or ease up. Or start questioning himself.
I just want him to feel…
And I want it to be with me.
“Fuck. You,” he squeezes out through his teeth, punctuating each word with a powerful snap of his hips. His heavy balls smack wetly against my drool-soaked chin with each thrust. And my own tingle hotly from within the confines of my too-tight clothes. “Fuck you so fucking much.”
At first, I think I just imagine it—the soft gasp of a door opening.
But then Vale freezes, his cock in my throat.
“Is someone in here?” a deep male voice calls out.
Nononono. We’re not done yet!
But it’s clear after only a couple seconds that Vale’s going nowhere, and rather than feel panic, I only feel relief.
And a sick sense of pleasure. My eyes crinkle with the smile restrained by the salty thickness prying my mouth open.
Against the underside of his cock, I wiggle my tongue around, slithering it over his flesh.
Not taking his blackened gaze off mine, Vale yells out, “Just me changing, Coach.” I don’t think it escapes any of us—Coach included—how rough his voice sounds. Or the fact his coach makes no move to enter deeper into the locker room.
There’s a beat, and a squeaking footstep. “Okay. Thought I heard something. Just wanted to check.”
With a villainous tilt of his mouth, Vale fucks gently in and out my mouth with shallow thrusts. A stark difference to the punishing punches of his cock from a moment ago. “Yeah I’ll be out soon. No need to wait around.”
My eyes flutter shut, a shudder wracking my body as a quiet moan rumbles quietly up my throat. My cheeks are blaze—they’re probably as red as my favorite candy. As red as the blood pooling in my belly right now…his blood…
Will I have his cum in there soon too?
I want to be full of him. So very, very full of all things Vale. I want no part of me left untouched.
A throat clears. “O-okay. See you tomorrow.”
Cheese on a cracker, take a fucking hint!
“See ya,” Vale says lightly, not fazed in the least as he forks his fingers through my hair, tipping my head back. With the new angle, he can slide in all the deeper.
I can’t decide if I’m grateful or disappointed when the footsteps quickly retreat, and the door seals shut with a click.
Vale chuckles lowly, and my eyes pop open. “You think he heard you choking?” He murmurs, tilting my head. He trails a finger down my hollowed cheek. “Gagging, like the hungry little cock-slut you are?”
My responding groan vibrates up over his steely length, eliciting a barely-there hitch of his breath. One I could’ve easily missed if I wasn’t paying so close attention to how wrecked he looks standing over me right now.
I can only imagine the sight we both make.
“You’re gonna swallow it all, you got that?” he says gruffly, picking up his thrusts once more. “Every fucking drop.”
I nod obediently around his cock.
Gripping the back of my head, he holds it up off the bench, sliding himself out just enough to create a gap between us. “Stick out your tongue. I want to watch.”
I do as he says, blinking innocently up at him.
He grunts. “Would you look at that, you do know how to be a good boy after all.”
His entire body pulls tight, muscles clenching, straining.
His balls draw up, his dick throbbing on my tongue.
“Fuck. Fuck, sugar, I’m coming,” he croaks, followed a moment later by the first spurt of his jizz exploding from his glistening tip.
Streaking across my face, hot and silky, and fucking delicious.
And before I even realize what’s happening—
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuucckkkkk.
I’m busting my load in my school-issued khakis like a total loser.
Be it the noises coming from him…his taste…
The stark hunger in his eyes as he watches his cock shoot jet after jet of cum into my waiting mouth.
Or, perhaps, the simple utterance of his little pet name for me, groaned so sweetly, so brokenly…
Whatever it is…it has my body jerking, toes curling tightly enough to send a cramp shooting up my leg. “F-f-ffffffuck,” I groan, rolling my eyes back. “Yes, baby. Give it to me.”
With a harsh sound that is equal parts grunt and snarl, Vale uses his grip on my hair to wrench my head back, giving me no choice but to gaze adoringly at his harsh, gorgeous downturned face—that black, ravenous gaze I could sink into and never find my way out.
So. Fucking. Hot.
I make sure to stick my tongue out as far as it will go to catch every drop of his release, just like he said. Because I’m a good boy. For him, I can be good.
Only him…