Chapter Twenty-One Tom #2
I pushed his sweats down, growling into his mouth. His dick sprang out, long and hard, and I gave it a punishing stroke before slapping it away. He grunted. I pulled away from our kiss and dragged a thumb across the split of his swollen lips, parting them.
“Did you kiss her?” I rasped.
His lust-drunk eyes blinked into focus. “W-what?”
“I asked if you kissed her.” I pressed my thumb against his lower lip, pushing enough to pierce his gums and make them bleed.
He stared at me in confusion. “I mean…yeah. I…suppose I did.”
I grabbed the back of his neck and shoved him across the arm of the couch, an animalistic roar ripping from my throat.
He let out a surprised hmmph as I got rid of his shoes and sweatpants, palming his ass cheeks with my rough fingers and prying them open.
“The fuck’s gotten into y—”
I swirled my tongue around the ream of his anus, before spitting into it, watching it drip down his balls.
“Oh, my fuck! Marry me.” I propped his knees up on the arm of the couch, so his ass was wide open in the air, using one hand to push his head against the seat while I ate him out like he was my favorite dessert, slicking his tight hole with my saliva.
I hadn’t eaten ass since Matt, but Enzo’s was delicious.
My cock throbbed inside my pants as I licked and sucked, while he grunted, weeping with pleasure.
I slapped his ass. “Shh. No noise.”
Everything was so loud, and so bright, and fuck.
Stop this.
Stop, stop, stop.
“T-Tomcat,” he stuttered, his teeth sinking into the armrest. “Fuuuck.”
“Lift your hips for me.”
He did, with much enthusiasm. My mouth was back on his hole, and I moved my hand from the back of his neck to his dick, pumping him. I barely managed a few strokes before he was coming all over my couch, thick jets of cum covering the fabric.
He moaned loudly, and I bit his ass cheek in warning, more pressure building behind my eyelids.
He let loose a sweet, appreciative whimper that only pissed me off more.
His ass was shaking with his orgasm. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up so his back was flush against my chest, the tip of my tongue teasing his earlobe. “What else did you do with her?”
“T-Tomcat…” His face was flushed with sweat and his orgasm. My own fallen angel with broken wings and a glowing halo. “You’re overreacting.”
“Oh, kiddo, I haven’t even started reacting yet.” I bit his earlobe hard before swirling my hot tongue on it to chase away the pain. He shuddered, arching his ass to my crotch.
I wasn’t in control at all, and I wondered if he understood the severity of the situation we were both in.
The alcohol, mixed with the pain and rage that had resurfaced when I saw Enzo with Katya, twisted the key for something I kept locked deep inside me.
The monster escaped, thirsty and out for blood.
“Nothing.” Enzo tried grinding his ass against me. “J-just a kiss. I swear.”
“With tongue?” I asked, swirling my tongue down his neck teasingly, sucking on all the sensitive spots I knew gave him goose bumps.
“N-no. It was just a peck.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
I ripped my mouth from his flesh, studying him for an answer. We were both panting hard. He looked confused and helpless.
You put this fear in his eyes. You’ll lose him just like you lost Matt. You’re unworthy of both—always have been—
“I…” He trailed off on a choke.
“Answer the damn question.”
“I don’t know!” He blinked. “I…”
“You?” I pushed, fingers sinking into smooth, tan flesh. “You what?”
“I thought about you the entire fucking time!” he groaned, defeated.
I caught his mouth with mine, kissing him again, feeding him the taste of himself.
An unintelligible moan escaped him, and I prodded his already red and glistening hole with my fingers from behind.
He was dripping more cum on my sofa, begging and thrashing for my cock.
“P-please. Just fucking fuck me, dammit.”
I let him go. He fell to the couch, facing me, and I kissed the shit out of him, sucking his lower lip into my mouth, teasing, biting, removing his stupid muscle shirt and trailing his nipples with the tip of my tongue.
I didn’t do it to please him; I didn’t even do it to please myself.
I did it to quiet the noise inside my head from knowing he belonged to someone else.
I kissed my way down his body until I got to his dick.
It was already hard again, which I guessed wasn’t a surprise, considering he was barely out of fucking puberty.
“Should you get the lube?” he choked out, thrusting a hand into my hair and tugging desperately.
I heard him, but I couldn’t listen. I was stuck somewhere far away and dark.
Standing up, I grabbed his hair and dragged him from the couch, then tossed him to the floor. He landed on his back, gasping in shock. I was between his legs in a flash, tugging my pants and briefs down and spitting into his hole.
His eyes widened. “Tom, what the fuck are you doin—”