Chapter 16 – Braxton #3
I manage to stick my tongue inside, lapping against the interior walls, but it's not quite enough.
The back of my tongue strains as I stretch it out as far as I possibly can, my lips mouthing over the cleft of his ass.
And again, this is all new to me. I mostly knew what I was getting myself into, but I didn't account for the balls drooping over my face.
I finagle them with one hand to move them out of the fucking way and find myself massaging them together.
Pookie purrs above me, his toes spasming at the ends. "Please," he begs. "Can't be long."
"Fuckkkkk," I groan into his hole, wanting to savor this for as long as possible, but he's also right.
The longer we're in here, the higher the risk of getting caught.
I regrettably climb to my feet, drape one leg over my shoulder, and press a finger into his opening.
He lets out a gasp, his mouth dropping open, and his lips trembling as he cries out in pleasure.
I add another finger, stretching him wider and preparing him for what will probably be the quickest fuck of both of our lives.
"Fuck me," he begs.
And look, I'm a people-pleaser.
Pleasing people... that's what I do.
I squeeze a generous amount of lube onto my cock and give it a few complete strokes before dragging his other leg over my other shoulder.
To get my cock lined up just right, I have to scoot him a little closer to the edge, and when I do, his cock bounces, leaking a pool of precum into the ridges of his abs.
"I've been thinking about this for days," I confess, giving my cock another stroke. "I've been thinking about you."
He stammers, almost like he wants to blurt out a confession of his own. But he doesn't. Instead, he just waits. Those damn puppy dog eyes begging in silence.
I shift forward, inching my way into him.
We don't have time for games or foreplay, so I know I can't take my time.
Thankfully, he accepts my width with ease, and maybe that's because he's so fucking turned on...
I don't know, but as I reach the hilt, he grabs me by the ass and pulls me somehow even deeper.
His eyes wince to a close as I still myself there, letting him get used to me.
The longer I wait, the harder my grip on his thighs.
"Sweet fucking Christ, Pooks," I groan, my fingers now leaving marks on his skin. "I have to fucking move."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
A snicker gets caught in the back of my throat as I arch back, dragging my cock almost completely out of him, and then thrust forward again, hitting the deepest part of him with a gentle thud. I begin to rock in and out, savoring every moan and gasp that slips from his pretty fucking mouth.
And I can feel my release building already, his hole becoming more and more slick with every thrust—my precum combining with the lube creates a creamy whiteness on the shaft of my cock, building a dam of foam on my pelvis and around his rim.
In and out.
In and out, and this feeling of incompleteness overtakes me. It'll never be enough.
I drop my head against his, my mouth finding its way to his neck. I suck at his skin, leaving red marks on the delicate, reddened flesh. Sweat begins to pool on my forehead, the curled strands of my hair straightening.
"Fuck, Pookster," I moan into his ear. "You feel so fucking good."
He drapes a hand over the back of my neck, holding my head in place as I pick up the pace, rocking into him with a horned-up furor.
"Braxton..." he cries, managing to slip a hand between us to pump his cock. "I'm going to..." His lips wriggle and his eyes pull to a close. "Gonna fuckin—"
"Come for me, baby," I whisper. "Come for daddy."
"Fuckkkk," he moans out, his fingers digging into the muscles at the top of my back. "Fuck me harder..."
I oblige, slamming into him now with no reservation. All the way in. All the way out. Pelting his prostate with my cock as hard and as fast as I can. He chokes on one final gasp as he breaks, shooting ropes of hot jizz onto his chest.
The grunts and groans of release echo off the walls, and I quickly realize he's being too loud, but he's too lost in euphoric release to care.
I quiet him with a kiss. Gentle at first, but then quickly something uncontained.
I drown the sounds of his orgasm out with my tongue, lapping against his. Chewing at his lips. Biting.
Thrusting. Deep and then deeper.
My slicked cock driving into him with ease, like I was meant to fit inside him. Just like this.
I break moments later, spraying my cum deep inside him and stilling myself there. My cock throbs, spilling every last drop of my seed as I quiet the sounds of my own release by continuing to make love to his mouth.
And when I finally open my eyes, when I finally see him like this, staring at me like he's just been saved from a very horrible, no-good day, that I realize I'm in deep shit.
I don't want to pull my cock out of him.
I don't want to leave this bathroom. I want to stay here, just like this, for as long as possible.
My chest heaves as I fight to catch my breath, and in the silence that follows the earthquake, that's when I realize that I called him baby.
This is not fucking good.
A hole is a hole. That's what I've been telling myself all night.