Chapter 13 #3
We stay like that, in a semi-awkward silence, just panting before I tilt my hips back, groaning a little as the cold air hits my dick.
When I pull out of him, letting him stand on his own, I reach down and tug the condom off.
I tie the neck of it and step back, letting the water hit me.
Wrapping my hand around my sensitive dick.
I give it a quick rinse under the water before climbing out, tossing the condom in the bin.
I snatch a towel and turn to him, confusion painting his face, but I nod at the tap.
He turns it off before I toss him the towel, snatching the other one for myself, scrubbing my hair with it as I walk from the bathroom.
In the bedroom, I slip it around my hips and lie down on the bed, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on.
My gaze flicks to the bathroom. It takes him a while to come out, and he stands there looking a little unsure of himself.
I nod at the side of me. “Do you have to rush off?”
He shakes his head and walks around the bed, the towel wrapped higher on his waist as he climbs onto the bed and sits against the headboard.
“Do you come here often?” he asks, and I chuckle.
“If that’s your pickup line, it’s a little late after I’ve already been balls-deep in ya ass.”
He huffs at me, but I shrug. He doesn’t need to know I’m no virgin. He’s not the first person I’ve brought here, and he certainly doesn’t need to know he won’t be the last. I flick through the channels, his gaze searing into the side of my face. I smirk as I turn to look at him.
“Just say it.”
“What?”
“Whatever the fuck you’re thinking, because I can hear the fucking cogs turning from here.”
“I just…”
I don’t push if he ain’t got the balls to ask for what he wants, it’s no great hardship, I’ll take what I want, and if he likes it, then that’s ok. If he doesn’t, the pussy should have spoken up and asked.
I settle on an American sitcom. The voices trickle around the room, and I rest my eyes, flipping my arm behind my head and the other on my stomach.
His weight shifts on the bed. His fingers slip across my towel, peeling back the fluffy fabric.
His hand slides around my cock, and he gently works it back and forth. I crack open an eye, staring at him.
“It’s cold in here.” I reach down, resting my heavy hand on the back of his head and pushing him towards my thickening cock.
“Warm it with your fucking mouth,” I groan as his tongue flicks out and licks the head.
“Don’t be shy, handsome, introduce my dick to the back of your throat.
” He glares up at me, but the smirk that spreads across his face is pure lust. He licks up my length before wrapping his grip firmer around my shaft, twisting as his lips slide over my tip.
He nips at my foreskin, tugging it gently, but I push his head harder, and when his eyes meet mine, I grin.
“I wanna hear you choke on me.” His eyes widen a fraction, but I’m already thrusting my hips into his face as I push down, crushing his throat between the two.
He gags, and I groan, the sensation taut across my dick.
The way his throat expands before contracting around me again, before I allow him to pull back. He gasps, and I steel my gaze on his.
“Let’s try that again, shall we?” Before he can nod, I buck towards him. He opens his mouth, gagging when I drive my hips higher. He lurches back, throwing himself onto his back as he coughs.
“You fucking cunt,” he chokes out. “The fuck you do that for?”
“Because I can.” I grin at him. I grab the towel, ripping it open and wrapping my hand around his hard dick.
His chest rises and falls, his eyes staring into mine.
“I don’t hear you complaining.” He’s thinking about it, but he obviously resigns himself to the fact I don’t give a shit either way.
I pump his shaft a couple of times before I flop onto my back, lean over and grab a condom from the bedside table.
I slip it over the end of my dick and grin over at him, nodding to my shaft.
“Jump on, love.” I wink at him, and he chuckles. He sits up, climbs to his knees, and straddles my hips.
“You’re really bossy, ya know.”
I shrug because… And? After huffing out, he rises to his knees.
I grip his hip and take my dick in my free hand, resting it against his ass, winking at him, and slowly lowering him.
My toes curl, gripping the covers as he descends my dick, millimetre by painfully slow millimetre, until all my length is buried so deep inside him that he’s gasping for air.
“Shit, your cock’s massive.”
“I know,” I smirk up at him. “Make sure you don’t neglect any of it. Now, fucking ride me like you stole me.”
“You’re a fucking ass.”
“And I’m in yours, so use me like a fucking joystick.” I slap his ass, and he yelps. His hips start to rock, but he’s gasping and groaning under the slightest movement.
“Fuck, it’s too big like this,” he moans, trying to lift off me, but I grip his hips, my fingers digging in as I focus on his face.
“I don’t fuck quitters.” I pull him down again.
“Shit,” he grunts. His body is trying to pull away, but I slam back into him.
He yelps and curses, his fingers digging into my chest as he leans forward to ease off me a little.
I hold his waist and tug him down, crashing myself as deep as I can.
His eyes roll as his blunt nails dig into my pecs.
His breath whooshes out of him as he starts to rock again.
“That’s it. grind against me, take what you fucking need from me.”
He moans as his eyes flutter closed, and his rhythm stutters. His hips grind against me erratically, and I grip his waist harder. He winces a little as I pull myself up, sitting with him in my lap.
He gasps out, “Fuck yeah, that’s better, that’s it.”
I chuckle against his chest, leaning in and sucking on his collarbone. “Yeah, that’s it, just like that, take as much as you can. Fuck, your ass is tight. Grind it, that’s it, fucking grind it.”
I grunt when he wraps his arms around my shoulders, his body fused to mine as we rock with less furious motions as he tries to accommodate my size.
Panting, he begins to relax into it. Rocking harder against me, sitting heavier on my lap, and I wrap my arms around him and start to lift him, only to drop him back against my lap.
“Shit. Oh, shit,” he gasps, his eyes screw closed, his bottom lip sucked into his mouth, thick, heavy breaths forced in and out of his flared nostrils.
I bite down on his shoulder. After turning my face, I bury it in his neck, bucking into him.
He leans on my shoulders and starts to lift himself, crashing into me.
“Yes, that’s it, take me all. Fuck, take it.
” His eyes stay closed, lost in concentration, and I suck against his neck, the metallic tang of his skin coating my tongue.
I bring a finger to my mouth and suck it, before sliding it around his cheeks.
When he drops back down, I force it into his ass beside my dick.
He screams out but pushes back against it before groaning.
“You deviant fucker.” I grin into him, but he rocks back again, thrusting back into my hand harder and deeper. “There you go.”
“Fuck, that’s thick.” He grimaces, but that doesn’t stop his ass from engulfing my cock and my thick finger. He grunts and gasps with every slide of his ass against me.
“Shit.” He slips his hand between us, gripping his own cock. I tilt my hips so he can grind against me, and I can see him fisting his own dick.
“That’s it, squeeze that motherfucking cock.
” He blows out a breath, and I slip my finger out of him, causing an irrevocable whimper to seep from his lips.
I tighten my fingers into his skin, dragging him over my dick, his hand gripping the base of his cock as he gasps, trying to stop himself from coming.
He grunts and bites his lip as his cock starts to seep before he spurts between us.
His eyes widen, and he stares, his cock pulsing, firing cum out all over me.
I keep my grip tight as I drag him onto me, thrusting into him like a man possessed, chasing my release before I bite down on his shoulder as he screams out while I fire into the condom.
When my dick finally stops pulsing, I wrap my arms around him and rest my forehead against his chest. His arms envelop me, and he rests his head on the back of mine.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked like that before.”
“You’re welcome.” I chuckle, smiling and huffing a little, but I’m spent.
I exhale and regain my composure, letting my arms slide away from him.
He shakily pulls his leg away and flops onto his back beside me.
Breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling, I sag against the bed and gaze up, too.
The silence is a little awkward but not totally uncomfortable.
I close my eyes for a second, just while I catch my breath.
My eyes flutter open, the snoring next to me deep rumbling, and I thrust my arm out. The “ooff” that shoots out of him makes me huff a laugh.
“The fuck was that for?”
“Fuck, you snore like a bastard tractor.”
“Fuck you.”
“I mean, I could go again.” I turn and wink at him.
He groans as he sits up and winces, turning and sliding his legs off the bed.
He gasps a little, and I grin internally, knowing he can still feel me.
I rub at my pecs, but scowl and look down, the crusted cum that covers my abs and my chest, white powdery residue that stands out against my multiple tattoos.
He finally stands, his legs shaking as he tries to straighten and snatches the towel from the floor on the side of the bed, and throws it around his hips before heading into the bathroom.
I hear the door lock, and I bark out a laugh.