Chapter Nineteen Tom #4
“You don’t say,” he murmured sardonically, stroking himself lazily. “None at all?”
I shrugged. “Many have tried and failed. But I like your confidence. So? Will she be here?”
“Yeah, she’ll be staying in the spare room. She wants to visit friends in Manhattan.”
Friends, my ass. She wanted a piece of Enzo, and I could hardly blame her. The thought of sharing another man with a woman shouldn’t be foreign to me. I’d done it before, and it wasn’t even very hard.
I decided I wasn’t going to worry about it.
I grabbed Enzo by the back of his knees and yanked his ass to the edge of the bed. His legs were spread open, his huge dick hard and leaking shiny drops of cum down his tan shaft.
Even though I wasn’t in the mood to reward him for his bratty behavior, I still bent down to give his cock a suck. He tasted sinfully good, and I was in the mood for some corruption.
“Yeah, take all that dick, baby.” Enzo arched across the mattress, feeding me more of his cock while I was on my knees before him.
His fingers grasped my hair tightly. I massaged his balls and spat all of my saliva on his cock like it was a melting ice cream, letting the fluid run down his dick, until his balls were drenched.
I borrowed some of that wetness with my finger, using it to trail his anus and lubricate it.
The earthy taste of him flooded my senses, making my balls tighten and my stomach dip and tingle.
Jesus Christ, was I going to come from sucking this kid off?
“Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck, help me. I need your fingers inside me, Tom.”
Fingers.
Plural.
Kid loved to live on the edge.
He was about to grab the back of my head and fuck my mouth, but I had other ideas. Releasing his cock with a noisy pop, I pushed up to my feet.
“On your hands and knees, kid.”
It was amazing how well he listened to directions when my dick was involved. He flipped eagerly, pushing his chest down and ass up in offering. His tight hole was glistening with my spit. I spat directly onto his tight hole, then on my finger, easing it into his ass.
He made a desperate sound, spreading his legs wider, pushing back on my finger. Fuck, he was tight. His body instinctively tensed around the intrusion, and my vision went fuzzy with desire. I couldn’t wait to screw him senseless.
“T-Tomcat. Yes.”
My dick twitched. Was I really now responding positively to this stupid nickname?
I pulled back, then thrust my finger into him again. He rubbed his dick against the sheets as I started fucking him with my finger. Each time, I drove a little deeper, in search of that magical spot that’d make him see stars.
“P-please fuck me,” he stuttered.
He wasn’t half primed for it, but that mattered little.
I wanted him to be thoroughly marked by the time that Rasputin chick rolled into town.
I played with his ass some more, stretching, pulling, pushing, stroking.
Kissing his tail bone, I spat on it again, letting my saliva roll between his cheeks, lubricating him further.
“Did you play with yourself like I asked?” I probed.
“N-no,” he admitted.
“Lube?” I slipped a second finger into him. He grunted in surprise, but took it like a champ.
“Haven’t bought any yet.”
I swallowed down a curse.
“Just…just fuck me. I can take it.”
I knew he could. But that wasn’t the introduction I wanted him to have. I wanted to blow his mind, to eviscerate all expectations.
“No,” I said flatly.
“Dude, I’ve been shot, waterboarded, beaten to unconsciousness countless times in my life. You can fuck me raw, dammit!”
A bolt of desire marred by irritation shot up my spine at his words. He had suffered unspeakable violence and abuse, and still, he was sweet, compassionate, and genuinely funny. If he could cling on to his humanity in these circumstances, then dammit, so could I.
Withdrawing my fingers from his ass momentarily, I flipped him so he was facing me again.
Planting my knees on the edge of the bed, I leaned down and kissed the protesting gasp out of him.
He moaned into my mouth instantly, melting under my touch.
I grabbed both our dicks, jerking us off.
We were leaking so much cum, there was no need to lubricate us further.
“Fuck me,” he growled into my mouth.
“Tomorrow.”
“I hate you,” he whimpered.
“Same, kid. Can’t wait to see your pretty face behind bars.”
I picked up my pace, milking the orgasm out of both of us with harsh, fast strokes.
Spurts of cum started shooting from his dick, coating my abs, and my dick followed suit.
I think I came just from watching the surprise and delight in his eyes.
The way he kept coming and coming and coming.
His perfect abs were covered in cum, and I leaned down to lick along the pool of thick liquid, dragging my tongue up his torso and neck until our lips met and sealing his open mouth with a kiss.
He yanked my hair and brought me down to collapse on top of him, deepening our kiss.
I went under willingly, never bothering to come up for air.