22. Elliott #3
Jet jerked and cursed, grabbing onto my hair a moment before letting go and patting my head as though in apology. Thoroughly consumed by the scent of him, I licked over his balls greedily, spurred on by his constant moaning above my head.
When I finally pulled back, my mouth and chin were wet with my own saliva and Jet was breathing hard.
I could see in his eyes that he had definite plans for me, but there was something I wanted first. Taking his long, rigid cock in my hand, I brought the flared tip to my lips and flicked my tongue over it.
It wasn’t just my heat making me bold; it was what we’d admitted to each other earlier at the market.
Knowing Jet wanted me made me crazy. I’d been looking at his body all day, although I’d tried not to.
I wanted him. Tang leaked from my asshole and ran down my legs.
As I sucked as much of Jet’s big cock as I could get into my mouth, I listened to him sniffing the air, undoubtedly breathing in the scent of my arousal.
He growled low in his throat, and more tang streamed out of me.
Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked him hard while quickly pushing my shorts and underwear—both now soaked with tang—to my knees.
My mouth was completely full, my lips spread wide and the head of Jet’s cock pushing at the entrance to my throat.
Eyes watering, I ran my tongue around his shaft as much as I could.
He was simply too big to handle adequately.
I ran my fingertips over his sac while I sucked him off, feeling the moment his nuts drew up close to his body.
“El—“ I think he meant to warn me, but before he could do it, his body stiffened and he filled my throat with his semen. I swallowed as best I could, making lewd glugging noises, and when I pulled off, some of his cum ran down my chin and dripped onto my chest.
Gasping for air, I looked up at him. Looking down at me with satisfaction, Jet used a finger to swipe up some of the cum, and my eyes opened wide when he smeared it over my face.
“Ass up,” he said. And at that alpha tone, more tang surged from my body, the sweet scent of it hanging in the air around us.
Kicking off my shoes and then the shorts and briefs that were around my ankles, I flipped over, resting my chest on the ground before raising my ass in invitation.
“Fuck, Elliott,” Jet swore as he crouched behind me.
I felt his fingers touch my entrance, then his hands spreading my tang all over my ass.
“Fucking sexy as hell,” he said as he pushed a long finger inside my asshole and wiggled it around until I was panting and squirming like a fish on a hook.
Finding my prostate, he pressed it and I howled like an animal.
An animal in heat. His finger left me, and then the tip of his cock pressed at my opening and pushed inside.
My body accommodated him, taking every inch until his body pressed against my ass and I was stuffed full.
Grasping my hips, Jet began thrusting into me.
“Jet! Jet! Ah—hhahh!” I cried out into the quiet night.
Spreading my legs wider, I tilted my ass and met every thrust of his cock.
Squelching sounds filled the air around us as Jet’s forceful thrusts sent tang flying out of my ass.
When Jet started punching my prostate with the head of his cock, I erupted with a screeching cry, my body tightening around him and bringing more curses from his lips.
When I eased up on him, he began thrusting again, harder this time, driving my upper half into the grass.
Then he suddenly lifted me and moved us toward a tree, his cock still buried inside me. Wrapping my arms around the tree, I held on while he fucked me, lifting my feet from the ground with every well-aimed thrust of his hips.
I came a second time, and a third, before he pulled me backward and lay down on the grass, so I was sitting on him, facing away. Bringing my knees to the ground, I began bouncing on his cock, insatiable in my need for him.
“Elliott…Elliott…gods, you’re so sexy.” Jet spread my ass cheeks, and I knew he was watching my body take him in.
I bounced until I was too exhausted to go on, at which point Jet rolled us both over.
Spreading himself on top of me and threading his arms underneath mine, he fucked me like that, his hips the only part of him in motion, making pleasure surge through me again and again.
Hot fluid filled me, and I felt his cock thickening in my channel.
Pressed to my back, Jet’s body shook, and I reached to grasp his hand in one of mine on the grass.
Stuck inside me, Jet began kissing my shoulder and neck, sometimes licking, sometimes biting.
It hurt, but it also turned me on more. I was going to be covered in his love bites, but I didn’t care.
Jet’s thickened cock took up every inch inside me, its constant pressure against my prostate maintaining a thrum of resonating pleasure through me.
When he groaned and came again, I came, too.
Exhausted, I could only lie listening to the night sounds around us and Jet’s heavy breathing next to my ear long after the grass beneath us grew cold.