Chapter Seventeen #3
Her fingertips dig into the meat of his thighs as she dips her head, pulling him entirely into her mouth. He inhales a sharp intake of air, followed by a gasp, and then a giant sigh. When she tilts her chin to peer up at him, he signs, “You feel so good, Lauren. So good.”
I think he’s forgotten all about dirty talking with me, lost in his own pleasure now, but no matter.
I’m thrusting the toy in and out of me, matching the tempo of her head bobbing up and down on his lap.
On each inward press, Earl is hitting the exact spot that sends surges of pre-cum up and out of me.
My wrist feels hot and sticky where it's all collecting.
Caleb’s heavy lidded gaze finally connects with the camera. “You’re such a lucky asshole,” he tells me.
“W-why?” I pant out, not even caring anymore about my own on-camera appearance. I’m shamelessly riding Earl now, holding the toy in place as I gyrate my hips on him.
He clenches his fists, like he wants to run them through her hair but isn’t quite brazen enough to do so, then unfurls them to sign to me. “You’ve been keeping this head-giving goddess all to yourself for all these years…”
I can’t help but chuckle at that. “As a gay man, it feels a little odd to confess that the best blowjobs I’ve ever gotten are from someone who doesn’t quite have the parts I’m attracted to, but what can I say?
My wife is an amazing woman. She defies the laws of attraction, for sure, but I’ve not been keeping her from anything.
She’s her own person, and makes her own decisions.
You’re the lucky one, if she’s chosen you. ”
She hums on his dick, nodding subtly. She lifts her head, his cock spilling out with an audible pop.
“No one is my keeper. I’ve elected to be in this mixed-orientation relationship with Marcus on my own accord.
He loves me, I know that, and we always make it work.
And akin to the way I’ve found safety and security with him, I have come across that with you as well, Caleb.
If I’m some sort of head-giving goddess, as you put it, know that it’s because I’m committed to making sure you know that I fully trust you.
I’m giving you a part of me that no one else on this planet gets to receive. ”
He peers down at her, true fondness in his eyes. “It’s a gift I will treasure for as long as you’ll have me,” he signs to her.
She smiles back at him, still stroking him as she does. “Plan on sticking around for a while, then.”
He signs “I love you” to her, and then he peers back up at the camera. “You look like you’re about ready to come,” Caleb notes as Lauren resumes sucking him back.
I nod. “Honestly, it stopped being about the toy in me and the dirty talking for a while now. Watching you two, seeing what you’re sharing together, it’s the goddamn hottest thing,” I grit out, bouncing on Earl and about ready to blow my load.
She hums again, slipping one hand between his legs and, presumably, fondling his balls the same way she knows rocks me to my core. He practically levitates off their sleeping pad when she does, his fists balling into the polyester fabric of their shared sleeping bag.
He can’t groan, but I sure as hell can, and the sight of that has me doing so. My dick is leaking so damn much right now. I pump the toy in and out of myself even harder now.
“Oh fuck,” I huff out between ragged breaths. One more pass against my prostate and scorching heat races down my spine, ending right in my balls. They draw up tight underneath my palm, as my vision starts to blur at the edges. “Oh shit, I’m—fuck—I’m c-coming.”
And I do. Fuck, I do. My hole clenches around the toy and my entire body shudders as my release barrels through me. I let go of Earl, bringing that hand up to help catch what cum is starting to spill over my other fist. My cock pulses, spurting relentlessly as my orgasm crests and then wanes.
Caleb’s eyes are barely open, just a mere hint of hazel peeking out past his heavy lids, as he open-mouth gapes at me while I come down from my high. “Beautiful,” is the only word I see him sign before his taut stomach clenches. He quickly reaches down, tapping Lauren on the head.
She nods, her mouth staying fixed on his cock. Her free hand comes up to sign, “Okay.”
His neck arches back as his head thumps on the pillow, giving in to his own orgasm.
I watch as he gently strokes her hair while his body clamps down and shudders through it.
Cum leaks from the corner of her mouth, too much for her to swallow down apparently—though she is obviously giving it a valiant effort.
Lauren sits up, kneeling between his legs. As she wipes the remnants from her lips and sucks her thumb between her lips to lick off the rest, she tilts her head back and smirks at the camera. “God, you’re such a lucky asshole,” she parrots Caleb’s former statement.
“Why?” I find myself asking her now.
“You kept the fact that there was this delicious morsel of a man roaming the earth from me for all these years…”