“You know, I saw you watching me that night. Your eyes never left me.”
“I was grossed out watching you make out with everyone.”
He laughs and then tilts my head enough to press his lips to mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and he licks every corner of me, making a point.
When he pulls away, I’m slightly dazed, and his eyes are twinkling.
“I’m a good kisser.”
“Fuck off,” I rasp and then lean forward and kiss him roughly. It surprises him, a grunt leaving his mouth. But he meets the thrust of my tongue with one of his own until we’re panting, our moans leaving us in long-winded breaths.
He manages to maneuver me onto my back somehow, and he ends up on top of me, grinding down once more. How I find myself under him again is something I can’t quite contemplate at the moment. It’s just something that happens, apparently.
His lips leave mine, and he stares down at me with those bright eyes, those pink cheeks.
Then he kisses the tip of my nose and lets his lips trail down my body, across my collarbone and pecs, down my abdomen, and finally to my groin. He runs his nose up my hip, inhaling me before his lips settle against the side of my cock.
I lean up onto my elbows to watch him. I have to watch. And what I see makes me nearly come right then.
He’s staring at my dick like he wants to consume it, like he wants to try this.
He should. It would only be fair.
His eyes flash up to mine, almost like he can read my mind, and his lips quirk.
“Say please, Witkoff, and I’ll put it in my mouth.”
I purse my lips and glower at him.
That makes him smile a little wider, kissing the head of my cock and making it jerk.
“You can say it a little mean, if you want. Just say it. I want to hear you beg.”
“Maybe I should tell you to beg to suck my dick.”
His eyebrow rises. “Maybe you should. Maybe we should say it at the same time.”
My tongue peeks out and wets my lips, and they part slightly.
“Let’s do it on the count of three.”
He counts down slowly, each number punctuated by a lick of his tongue against my hard length. I end up saying please first, and the loudest.
I don’t even know if he begs, can’t hear it because he lowers his mouth onto me and sucks. All the blood rushes to my ears, and I hear static, my heart thumping loudly. I can feel his teeth on me, his tongue and spit. I can feel how warm he is, the vibrations of his moans as he hollows out his cheeks and sinks down further.
I’m trying to keep myself upright, but it’s hard, my fingers grappling for something to hold on to. They land on his head, mine falling back against the pillow, my mouth open in a surprised gasp.
He has no idea what he’s doing. I’ve had more skilled blow jobs, but his enthusiasm is doing me in. He’s gagging and sputtering, but he doesn’t let up. He just continues to suck, hard and recklessly, his molars sliding painfully against my dick as he bobs his head. But I love it. I fucking love it.
I grab on to him tighter and shove him down roughly. He groans, and I do it again. And again, using him as a fuck toy, his mouth an object for my release.
My eyes open and close as I try to stay in the present, to not drift off to a different place and time. A time when I didn’t havea man sucking my dick. But here I am, nearly combusting from the feel of his mouth around me.
I feel his spit dripping down my balls to my taint, and then the light pressure of a fingertip against my hole. And that’s all that I need to come. I arch up, holding him against me, his nose pressed into my pubic hair as I thrust down his throat, emptying right into his stomach.
It goes on for years, a millennium. And when I finally let him go, he sits up, his cheeks red, his eyes wet. He swipes at his mouth and then dives onto my face, his tongue pushing into my mouth.
“Knew you’d come when I had my finger on your asshole.”
