Chapter 14 #3
I moan when he pushes his fingers into my hair, then lowers himself, so he’s eye level with my hips.
Seeing him there makes me feel like the hottest stud on the planet, and I push my jeans down, revealing my erection trapped under black boxers.
The glow of the flashlight makes shadows darker, which somehow makes my dick look like something out of a porn movie, but it’s Cassian’s face coming closer to it that makes it a truly erotic visual.
His cool palm rests on my hip as his eyes shut, and he rubs his nose against my length, smelling my body through fabric.
Did I whimper? Maybe.
My heart is working overtime, I’m hot all over, and the car feels like another dimension. One in which Cass lusts for me that same way I do for him.
I’m so turned on a drop of pre-cum drips from my dick as soon as the cotton underwear slides down too. When Cass licks it off, I stop breathing altogether.
Because this can’t be happening and yet somehow I see him curl his fingers around my painfully hard erection and tease the underside of the head while staring straight at me.
His free hand wanders over my hips, stomach, thighs, raising the temperature with every round it makes. I can’t even begin to describe how hot his tongue feels as it tastes me.
Time stands still and rushes forward all too fast. I moan at his touch, helplessly reaching for his handsome face. I have no idea how long I’ll be able to last with him, but I’ll cherish every second. It feels like my whole being is wrapped up in him.
I have no idea what I could say, so I give up on trying and let my body do the talking.
He trembles at my touch, exhaling air against my wet cockhead, but instead of flinching away, he cuddles up to my hand before turning against it for a sensuous kiss to the center of my palm.
His warm hand works my dick as he makes out with my hand, but after a couple of seconds, he again leans over my cock, mouth wide open as he invites me down his heavenly tongue.
The full scope of his talent reveals itself to me, and I moan without shame, curling my fingers into his hair.
He takes my cock in all the way, and I lift my knees from the pleasure of him swallowing around me.
His scent mixes with the smell of rum, and I don’t even mind the stiff old car seats.
I could be lying on concrete as long as his tongue keeps doing that little swirl along my shaft.
Sex has never felt this good, nor this natural.
I play with his soft, dark hair, stroke his neck and shoulders, but he doesn’t need any encouragement, playing with my dick with the hunger of someone who’s been starving for weeks. I whimper when his hand plays with my balls, and my hips rise to meet his sweet lips.
His eyes are like made of glass, more beautiful than any other pair I’ve seen, and I love the way he looks at me as he rocks his own groin against the seat.
Is it sucking me off that’s making him this excited? Do I taste better than most guys? Smell better? Or does he just love giving head so much?
Each of those options makes me melt with joy.
But when his cheeks create a vacuum around my dick, I grab his shoulder in panic.
“I’m… I’m gonna…” Nope. My tongue is still drunk. I can only hope he knows what I mean and does what he wants to with that. I’m about to burst, and there’s no stopping it.
He does pull back, but my cockhead remains on the soft cushion of his tongue. He jerks me off staring straight at me, as if he were challenging me to give him as much cum as I can.
My balls tighten, and as my dick throbs, I shiver, watching him drink my spunk.
He grunts. Moans. Rubs his stubbly chin against my inner thigh. But pulls his mouth off before his touch starts feeling painful.
I'm a mess. My bones are rubber, my muscles are jelly. My orgasm was so powerful I could get drunk on it alone, but combined with the alcohol, it makes me feel weightless. I reach for him, pulling him up into my arms as I babble incoherently.
I’m so hot I don’t feel like using a sleeping bag tonight, but I do need Cass, whose lips are warm and damp against my throat. I hear his frantic breath and feel every shiver. When I open my eyes, I see his beautiful cock, so hard and stiff as he strokes it with his face buried in my neck.
I never knew I was so sensitive there, but now my neck is one big erogenous zone. I want to jerk him off myself, but he’s almost done, and I don’t know how to go about it, so I end up sliding my arms under his and holding him close.
I’m so sleepy, but I want to be awake to feel him come, to hear him muffle grunts against my skin.
His face twists against my flesh, and he utters a harsh moan as cum shoots out of his cock in several powerful bursts.
I can’t feel any of it falling on me, but it stains the front of Cass’s top as he breathes fast, finally going limp.
He’s so sexy, so delicious, just the best. I chuckle when he nips on my neck with his teeth, but no matter how much I fight the swirling in my head, I’m dozing off.
Happy Birthday to me indeed.