Chapter 13 #4
“Fuck off,” He yells back, and I lean down and scratch at my morning wood, but I don’t do anything about it.
I lean over and glance at the time. We have a couple of hours before checkout, so I’m down to go again if he’s up for it.
If not, I’ll just convince him he wants to suck me before we leave.
I relax on the bed and snatch the remote from the bedside table, flicking on the TV to some random channel for background noise, and I rest my eyes.
It feels like it’s forever before the shower starts up, and the groan that seeps through into the room makes me smile.
He’ll be feeling me for days, and I can’t say I’m mad about that.
At least I’ll leave an impression because that’s all he’s getting.
I don’t do encores. One time is enough for me.
But while we’re here, I might as well make the most of it.
I stretch out on the bed, elongating my body, cracking and stretching every limb as I work out all the kinks.
The door clicks open, and I turn to look at him.
“I suppose I should head off,” he whispers into the room.”
“We have a little time if you wanna have another round.”
“Man, my ass hates you right now.”
I wink up at him. “How’s your mouth fixed?”
“Fuck, you’re a reprobate.”
“Yeah, well, come here and see if you can say that with a mouth full of cock.”
“I really should be going.”
I climb off the bed and stalk towards him. I grip the towel and tug his body against mine. I smirk and raise my eyebrows, my dick painfully crushed between us. I tug and pull at the towel, bringing his body into mine as I walk him backwards.
“I won’t take long.” When he hits the wall, I wink at him and rest my hand on his shoulder, pushing him down.
He resists at first, but soon buckles and drops to his knees, making me step back.
I outstretch my arm, resting it on the wall behind him, my body leaning over his, towering over him as he stares at my naked form.
I take my dick in my hand and knock it against his cheek.
“Come on, open up.” I tap my dick against his lips.
His tongue darts out and licks his lips as his hands come to my hips.
I thrust into his mouth, but he shakes his head before opening up.
I lean forward, pushing my dick into his hot mouth, my legs open, and I step wider, getting in there deep.
My hips buck against him, as I stare down at him.
“Fuck, those pink lips were made for sucking cock.” I grip in his hair with one hand and close my eyes, thrusting into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and loving how he gags for me.
It’s almost a challenge to see how deep I can thrust. My hips take on the test, and I grip his hair tighter, grunting as my hips punish him.
He wraps his hand around my cock, and his other hand presses against the front of my hip so I can’t go any deeper, but it only slows me a little.
I still ricochet the head of my cock off the back of his throat as his muffled grunts and gags ring out like a fucking melody.
My toes curl into the carpet. My hips tense. My balls pull up.
“I’m coming,” I grunt out. There’s a flicker of uncertainty on his face as my gaze meets his, but then my fist tightens in his hair, his eyes close, and I spurt hot cum into his mouth.
He swallows and gasps as I fill his mouth.
A thick drop of cum seeps its way from the corner of his lips as he gasps around the rest, before sliding down over his chin.
While firing the last rivulets, I pull out, pulsing across his lips and chin as he stares at me, an incredulous look across his face.
I grin down at him, knowing full well he’d just got clean in the shower.
Now, my cum drips from his chin, hitting his chest as he swallows the remainder in his mouth before panting.
“Motherfucker.” His hand flies to his mouth, and he wipes it away as his other hand pushes against my stomach, shoving me away from him. He stands in front of me.
“You’re a real massive dick, ya know that.” But the grin on his face tells me he likes my massive dick, and I wink at him.
“Yeah, you love it.”
“Fuck off.” He pushes my shoulder and storms into the bathroom again.
“Hey,” I shout after him. He turns just as I throw him his towel back and hit him square in the face. I laugh, and he shrugs as he bends down to pick it up before locking himself in the shower, again.
I don’t bother following him. I’ll shower when I get home.
After quickly pulling on my clothes from last night, ignoring the dried cum that litters my body, I pack up my stuff, making sure I have everything.
I sit on the bed and wait for him to exit the bathroom; his eyes scowling when he sees I’m dressed, but he scurries over to his clothes and pulls them on.
Once he’s dressed, he turns and stares at me before saying, “That was fun.”