15. Erotic Audio
15
Erotic Audio
Rockwell
H e’s been dragging me down Bourbon Street a couple of blocks when I finally ask, “Clay, what’s wrong?” Ignoring my question entirely, he continues stomping down the street.
1 I’m not entirely sure what’s happening, but I’m also not sure I want to stop it. I knew bringing up the recording was a gamble, but I did it anyway. Why? I guess it could be to answer all of the unanswered questions floating between him and I. To explore a part of my sexuality I never dreamed of until I became close to him. I feel like a teenage boy again with all of these random sexual fantasies rolling around in my head.
They’re not random jackass: it’s only when you’re around Clay.
Once we arrive at the hotel, we’re up the elevator and at our door before I can even blink—my wrist still in Clay’s tight grip.
I like the feeling of his hand forcefully gripping my wrist .
Once he unlocks it, he throws the door open, shoves me into the room, sets his bag down, and looks at me with so much lust it makes my stomach flip.
“Play it for me,” he grits out.
Oh fuck, I’ve done it now. I’m about to get sued or something, all because I couldn’t control myself.
I don’t regret it though.
The amount of times I’ve had my cock in my hand listening to that damn audio is sickening.
“I can delete it if y—” I can’t even finish the sentence. He has his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back toward the door. My back hits it, and my mouth goes dry.
“Don’t you fucking dare delete it.” The front of his body is covering mine, and fuck if I don’t feel his rock-hard erection rubbing against mine. We both look down to see where we’re touching, and I hesitantly rock my hips. Slowly, so fucking slowly, I’m testing the waters to see if this is something I’m really going to like or not.
I tilt my head back, looking at the ceiling as I ask in confusion, “Why does this feel so good?” A moment of hesitation hangs in the air before he grabs the back of my neck, pulls my head up, and smashes his lips to mine. I let his tongue in to dance with mine, still tasting the sweet jelly on him. The heat in the kiss alone has my whole body burning with desire, but I need more.
Our lips part, and he says, “Stop doubting yourself, Rocky. It’s okay to want this.”
I look away, not out of embarrassment, but from the look of pure want covering his face. I grab my phone and pull up the audio. It’s in my favorites, and I don’t even find any shame in that. He drags me further into the hotel room, and I sit on the edge of the bed. My eyes follow Clay as he paces the room.
?? I question, “Are you okay?” He doesn’t respond again, which is starting to worry me. Usually, I can’t get him to shut the fuck up.
“I know you feel this too, Rocky. I’ve been taking this at your pace, but I don’t know how much longer I can do that.”
“I don’t know how to feel about any of this, Clay. I feel like we’re just now starting to get along, and I don’t want to jeopardize that. ”
He wears a devious grin as he looks down at me on the the bed. “Let’s do what we do best. Let’s play, Rocky, Baby.”
He grabs his wallet out of his pants, opens it up, and pulls out two black packets. “Really, Clay? Didn’t think you’d need a little blue pill to get it up”
He rolls his eyes but answers me, “No, it’s lube, Rocky.” I don’t want to be Rocky anymore.
I want to be his Baby .
I look at him sideways, wondering why he would need lube, and it hits me. I grab my chest and question him, “Are you trying to fuck me?”
“Not tonight, but I sure as hell plan to.” I feel my cock twitch in my shorts. Clearly, I’m not opposed to it.
He stands again, pulling his shirt off and then his shorts and boxers. A flash of metal catches my eyes, and my jaw practically hits the floor.
Clayton fucking Aldrich has his goddamn cock pierced.
I shout, almost as loud as he did earlier, “No, you do not!”
He’s smiling down at me. “You like it? Hurt like a bitch, but I promise, you’ll be thanking me… eventually.” The switch in him flips again from his playful self to this dominant man that I need to see more of. I watch as he clenches his jaw and grits out, “I’m not going to ask again. Play the recording, Rocky.”
I pause a beat as a shiver rushes through me before hitting play on the recording, and his eyes narrow from the first couple of seconds of hearing the audio. “Is this from the shower?”
I nod my head, too embarrassed to admit that I did this. He just sounded so good. I couldn’t miss out on being able to hear it whenever I wanted to.
Quickly, I stand and strip out of all my clothes, trying not to think too hard about the fact that he’s going to be seeing me completely bare, and lay back on the bed. Clay crawls up my body, growling into my ear, “How did you know I like putting on a show?”
“I di—I didn’t know.”
The audio is playing on my phone on a loop—exactly how it does when I’m on my own. It never takes long, though.
“And what have you been doing with this audio for the past couple weeks, Baby?” The whimper that comes out of me should be embarrassing, but I can’t find it in me to care.
Okay, turned-on Clayton is definitely hotter than pissed-off Clayton.
“Using it for my… me time.” Groaning, he slides back down my body hovering right above my jutted-out dick. He slides his stubble-lined chin across the head of my cock, and I gasp.
“Fuck, Clay.” I’ve never been so close to begging in my life.
“Are you ready for the best head of your life, Baby?” In a split second, I decide I’m completely done fighting this. Nothing that’s wrong should feel this good, and we’ve barely even started. I give him a nod. “No, Rocky. I need your words.”
“Yes, Clayton.” I roll my eyes, but they never make it back to their resting position as he sucks the head of my cock like a goddamn leech; I feel my back arching off the bed already. Fuck, I’m not going to last.
My hands fly to his dark brown waves, holding him in place. “Hold on. Fuck, Clay, hold the fuck on.” I cannot come this fast; he’ll never let me live it down.
He pops off my dick and looks up at me as he whispers seductively, “You’re so responsive for me, Baby.” I’m going to melt into this mattress. If his mouth is stuffed full of cock, at least I won’t come from his words alone.
I think that would be even more embarrassing.
I need the attention off of me. I lean up on my elbows and rush out, “Can—can I suck your cock?” He just smirks at me again. I’m used to being so confident in the bedroom, but this is uncharted territory for me.
“We can both have what we want,” he answers before flipping around so his legs are toward my head. I’m wide-eyed, looking at him, wondering what in the fuck he has in mind. “Suck my cock, Baby. I’ll go easy on you… this time.” With that, he mounts my face, but his hips are high enough off the bed that I have to lift my head a little to reach the tip of him.
I feel him spread my legs apart and pull them up so they’re encasing his head. My ass is on full display for him, and I’ve never felt more exposed while equally as eager. He lets out a feral groan, and I feel his finger brush against my virgin hole. “This tight hole is so stunning.”
Goosebumps cover my body; I don’t know if it’s from his filthy words or his mere touch. His cock is still right above my mouth. Reaching up, I grab him at the base, stroking him a few times just like I do on my own. I hear the lube packet opening, and I immediately tense. We’re conditioned as men to think we can never enjoy anything anally. However, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to see what it would feel like.
I take his leaking cock into my mouth, his flavor dancing on my tongue, and I surprisingly don’t hate it. I feel the lube dribble onto me. Clay starts to massage it in, circling his fingers around my hole. I tense again. “I need you to relax for me, Baby. Focus on what you’re doing up there. You’re doing so well.”
Involuntarily, a whimper escapes me, and I know it’s from his praise. Doing as he says, I start bobbing up and down on Clay’s cock as I feel him simultaneously breach the ring of muscle. I’m already a panting mess. Clay adjusts, putting one knee up, bringing his dick further into my throat. His balls are practically sitting on my nose. Knowing it’s something I usually like, I grab them and give them a nice tug, all while feeling him take my dick back into his mouth.
He starts pumping his finger in and out of me slowly before adding another, causing my eyes to roll back into my head. Humming around him, Clay curls them just so, and my hips buck off the bed, pushing me to the back of Clay’s throat. I can feel the sheen of sweat covering my body as his fingers rub just the right spot.
He pulls his mouth off and, with a clenched jaw, says, “Look at you with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.” His thrusts pick up speed, making me gag every time he bottoms out. I reach my hands up, grab both of his ass cheeks and moan again.
God, his ass is phenomenal.
I focus back on breathing and the spit running down my cheeks. He keeps lazily pumping his fingers in and out of me, and in a lust-filled voice, he says, “I can’t wait to wreck this pretty hole. ”
I whimper again, which quickly turns into more gagging. He’s full on face fucking me now, and I can’t move an inch with my head pressed against the mattress. My dick is lying on my stomach, but even without it being touched, I can still feel the build of an orgasm. “Yes, Baby. You like being my little cock whore.”
Fuck .
Clay rubs his fingers back and forth a few more times before he groans out, “I’m coming, Baby, just for you.”
His taste hitting the back of my tongue has me following right behind him, coming all over my own stomach, with his fingers still deep in my ass. I just came without him even touching my dick.
I didn’t even know that was possible.
Slowly, he pulls out of my mouth; I lay my head back on the bed. But not more than a second later, I feel his tongue cleaning up my mess, and then he’s spinning around on all fours, so his face is hovering over mine. As he grips my face and pulls my jaw open, I look wide-eyed up at him as he lets my own cum fall from his mouth into mine.
I swallow, and he gently pats my cheek. The lust is thick in his voice. “My whore gets all the cum.”
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