Chapter 25 #2
“Fuck, you’re so perfect, Tav. So goddamn perfect.” I canted my hips forward and pressed my cock to his lips. He surged forward immediately, sucking me down halfway before making a choked sound and pulling back to suck at my engorged head.
With my hand on his chin, I showed him the pace I wanted, pushing him to take more and more of me each time I thrust into his mouth.
His eyes watered, and his throat worked as he fought not to gag, and yet he continued to take me as deep as he could, all while he fucked into the bed, ass flexing and legs shifting as if he couldn’t contain himself.
He took my cock to the root, swallowed around my tip, and a band in my chest snapped.
I pulled him off my cock, shoved him onto his back and swallowed his cock until the short hair on his groin tickled my nose. He roared, a thunderous sound as he pounded the bed with clenched fists. “Con!”
He arched into me, and I slapped a hand on his stomach to hold him still as I bobbed my head, tasting lube and pre-cum and Tav’s musk that made my eyes cross.
I lapped at his tip and rolled his balls and checked to see how close he was to blowing his load.
Close. Too close. His cock pulsed in my mouth, and I pulled away, squeezing the base to stave off his orgasm.
He writhed, a pained sound wrenching from his throat as his eyes, dark as night, glared at me over bared teeth.
“This hurts you as much as me,” I spat as I felt my own cock kick without a finger on it.
I joined him on the bed and knelt between his legs.
He watched me the entire time, eyes nearly feral as I lifted his heavy legs and wrapped them around my hips.
I went to one hand at his shoulder, hovering over him, while I guided my wet cock to his slick entrance.
No condom. “But you’re not going to come until I’m inside you.
Until I stretch your hole and empty my balls inside of you. ”
His nostrils flared. “Do it.”
I slammed inside of him, and he threw his head back with a cry. And I froze for just a moment as his tight walls nearly made me spill immediately. “Fuck,” I muttered. “You’re so fucking tight, Tav. Squeezing me so right.”
His body worked, skin flushed, as he flexed his hips to fuck himself on my cock.
But this wasn’t his show, this was mine, and so I angled his one leg higher at my ribs and began to thrust. Obscene sounds filled the bedroom, skin slapping skin, Tav’s panting curses, my filthy words that wrapped around us like smoke.
Sweat dripped down my back, as I fell over him, forcing him to look me in the eye with a grip on his chin while I pounded his body.
His eyes were unfocused, and his mouth hung slack, jerking with every thrust of my hips, sending us inches higher on the bed each time.
“This is what matters. You taking me like this. Being perfect. You’re a fucking dream, Tav. ”
His lips moved, maybe he formed words, I couldn’t be sure.
Our eyes locked, and I was unable to look away from the inferno there.
So many emotions raged there, but it was the gratitude that made the saliva pool in my mouth.
I didn’t deserve this. I didn’t deserve him.
His adoration and his affection and his body.
And yet that hadn’t stopped me, not one bit. I’d taken and taken and taken, forcing him to give all of himself to me. And I knew in that moment I’d keep doing it. I wouldn’t let him go. I couldn’t. He was inside me now, his fingers white knuckling my ribcage, and his lips kissing my heart.
I’d deal with the guilt. I’d let it burn through me every day if it meant I got Tav like this. I forced myself to ignore my own needs.
His cock was squeezed between us, leaking all over his stomach and mine, and his musk scented the air. My balls drew tight, and my rhythm stuttered. “Stoke yourself,” I ordered. “Make yourself come.”
He shook his head, and I thought for a minute that meant he wasn’t close, but then his back arched, the force of it nearly toppling me off, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
He said one word on a long moan that would forever be on an echo in my ears.
“Con.” His cock pulsed between us, spraying cum up his chest to his neck, his chin, all over my skin, and I dropped my forehead to his shoulder as my own orgasm tore through me like razor blades.
The pleasure so intense that my own mind seemed to want to punish me for it, because guilt rode its heels hard.
I squeezed my eyes shut and fucked into him as my cock shot endless streams of cum into his body.
Arms weak and shaking, veins on fire, brain mush, I collapsed on his chest, spreading his seed between us until all I felt was the evidence of his pleasure, and all I could see was his skin.
My eyes were wet. I couldn’t stop shivering. I panted like I’d summited Everest, and my head bobbed with every one of Tav’s heaving breaths as I rested on his chest.
And then his strong arms wrapped around me, hugging me against him, and he rolled us to our sides where his soft kisses covered my forehead, my nose, and the wet corners of my eyes.
He licked at my face, and then pressed one last, soft kiss to my lips.
Only then did I manage to open my eyes with gargantuan effort.
The color of his irises had returned just barely in the darkened bedroom, lit only by the moonlight from my large windows.
We were filthy, covered in lube and cum, and yet I’d never seen Tav so perfect, so happy, so beautiful.
A small, satisfied smiled curled his lips, meanwhile I couldn’t make a single muscle of mine work at the moment.
I was supposed to fuck his brains out, and instead I’d succeeded in melting my own.
“Con,” he murmured against my skin as he nuzzled our cheeks together. “Con. Con. Con.”
“Give me a minute,” I managed to rasp.
His fingers carded through my hair, petting me. This was supposed to be my job. I was supposed to take care of him. But I couldn’t make myself move. My eyelids were so heavy.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, and his weight slowly rolled off the bed. I tried to reach for him, but my hand was caught in a tangle of sheets, and I couldn’t figure out how to get it loose.
A damp towel scrubbed at my chest and my groin, and then Tav’s weight was back, pulling me against his chest that wasn’t very clean. I spotted a streak of cum on his nipple. I tried to extend my tongue to lick it, but I couldn’t get that muscle to work either.
“Thank you isn’t enough,” he said, lips at my forehead. “But until I find better words… thank you.”
No, I hadn’t done enough yet. Not even close. I’d never deserve his thanks, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t kill myself to keep hearing the words.