Adrenaline was surely the force powering you, all your senses aroused to a point that you felt you could get away with anything. The light scattered around the room sparkled like diamonds in your hungry eyes as you tried your best to give him some space.
You toed out to the very edge of the carpeted platform, peeking downward to intentionally give yourself that heart-dropping feeling.
"Freak," he called out.
"Get better insults."
He chuckled behind you, and the sound of his voice made you shiver, so you stepped away from the edge.
You looked out at the glass panel he had fucked you on. The smudges of your hands, fingerprints, and limbs gave the light coming through it a dappled effect. "I have to say, staring at the floor like that? While you pounded into me from behind? My god..."
His low, rumbling chuckle crept up behind you. "You were gripping on for your life." You heard his back thud against the wall, a small groan following. "Just squeezing the life out of my cock."
You looked back over your shoulder; he had his thumb hooked into the front of his pants, pulling them down enough to show the very base of his dick.
"My eyes are up here."
You looked up to see him smirking, obviously pleased to feel so attractive to you. You met his energy, smiling back crookedly as you slipped your shoes off and walked sock-footed toward him. As you drew within inches of him you slowly craned your neck upward, making your eyes wide and doe-y. With a bat of your eyelashes you asked, with all the honey in your voice, "Are you ready for me to suck your dick, boss?"
You watched as a lively energy sprung into the corners of his eyes. His molasses smile returned and he scooped your face into his hand. "I've been waiting to hear you say that, sweetheart," he said, voice all baritone and sugar.
Your eyes flirted with each other, dancing around in a curve, and you lowered yourself slowly, eyes in his the entire time. His chest lifted with breath, deflating slowly as he looked upon you.
You took your sweet time with it, first cupping his cock through the sweats and squeezing so, so gently. You let yourself get lost in the softness of the fabric; it really was quality, and the smooth sensation on your fingertips made it feel good to rub him. You traced your fingers down into the subtle folds of the fabric and gave a slow, firm squeeze.
Holding gaze with him this whole time, you saw his eyes flutter the barest amount. He really was set out to betray the least amount of emotion he possibly could.
You slipped your fingers into the elastic of his clothes and pulled down slowly, gently pushing his hips back toward the wall.
You tipped your forehead against the flesh of his torso, giving light, surprise kisses as you pulled the fabric downward.
He had this inquisitive look on his face, like he couldn't understand why you were so into him. Nevertheless, he reacted to it, evident when you placed your hand back onto his cock.
You watched his eyes flit between irritation and arousal; you could see his lips twitching to form words that never came, and you were certain whatever it was he had to say would be a rude way of telling you to get on with it already. It was almost touching that he was holding back
The strong pulse of his cock pumped hotly against your sensitive palm; you looked down at it, at the way the skin slid gently in your grip as the erection twitched to his heartbeat. A shining bead of precum formed at his tip.
You fluttered your eyes, looking back up at him as you hovered your thumb over that little slit. You leaned forward, opened your mouth slightly, and pulled back, smiling up at him with your tongue out, saliva dripping from it.
His hand shot out over you and grabbed your hair tightly, smacking your face into his thigh. "Oof-"
"Sorry, sweetheart," he said, stroking the side of your face. "Did that hurt?"
You shook your head. He grabbed your hair again, a touch more firmly this time, holding your face between his thigh and his cock.
Your eyes peered up at him. A lightbulb shone over one of his shoulders, the streams of light partially blurring out his face from this angle. You blinked the brightness out, closing your eyes as you firmed your grip on his cock, licking from the middle of his shaft to the tip before engulfing it in your wet mouth.
His fingers combed into your hair, he gave your head a gentle rub. You tried to stop the involuntary shiver that came on but couldn't, and he gave a low laugh in reaction.
Sinking the back of your tongue downward, you slid him further into your mouth, bracing an arm on the wall behind him.
He didn't taste any worse than one would expect under these circumstances. A little sweaty, a little musty, uniquely him. It might disgust you if you weren't so attracted to him.
You focused on the stroking and slick swirling of your tongue, making sure not to leave any part of his cock ignored. The slick bumps of your taste buds glid softly through the slit in his tip. As your saliva began to bead and drip, you lapped it up around the base of his pelvis, making certain to gloss up his balls while you were down there.
That, he seemed to particularly enjoy. As you gently held his sac between your tongue and lips, carefully sucking each testicle into and out of your mouth, he groaned, and gasped, and reached to grab your head but never followed through.
You heard a gentle thud and looked up to see him resting his head back, his pillowy lips open, panting in pleasure. This encouraged you to do even better, not stopping to think as you lapped up from his balls to go around the bases again. You wouldn't be satisfied until his dick and balls were glistening with your saliva. His breath was coming out so hotly that you could see light refracting off the condensation.
Opening up, you took him in to the back of your throat—or as far as it would reach, which was kinda close. Pressing your lips and teeth into his flesh, which earned a lusty groan from him, you managed to trigger your gag reflex just enough to pump out a slippery load of spit. His cock on your tongue, you opened your mouth and looked up at him so that he could see the slickness dripping from your mouth.
Though his face was partially obstructed and backlit, you could still see the quiver and curl of his lips, and the glint in his eyes as he looked down at you. Looking back into his eyes as best you could, you once again took his cock to the back of your mouth, sliding back and forth with your tongue pressed flush against his skin. It twitched inside your mouth. You heard him swallow hard.
Even through the sweatpants you could feel your knees getting worn out by the carpet. It prickled through the fabric as you adjusted your kneel. Turning your head sideways, you poked the head of his cock into the back corner of your soft cheek, gently rubbing the bulge in your face with your fingers. "Nnhgh..." He moaned, swallowing hard again. One of his hands kept tightening in your hair and then releasing. The other hand was holding his sweaty hair back from his reddened face.
You reached up to his hand and pressed it down on your head, pushing longer locks of hair into his fingers. He got the message and gripped firmly, freeing you up to give him the apple-bobbing contest of a lifetime.
With one hand on the wall and the other firmly gripping a cheek of his ass, you shoved him in and out of your mouth rapidly. You heard a thud of his arm slamming into a wall, likely to steady himself. Taking your other hand off the wall, you now gripped him in both of your hands.
Now as you worked him over, you were in full control. He was breathless. He was whining. He was precumming like a leaky faucet.
Sweat and spit, etcetera, freckled your face and it only frenzied you to keep going. His beathing was loud, labored, and sometimes came in gasps between moans. Moans of your name, of god's name, of curses. He was trying to move his hips but you still had control of their movement. He was nearly pulling your hair out by the roots; he had probably forgotten he was holding onto it in the first place.
Slowing down your pace again, you relished in the pulse of his cock beating in quick time with his heart. You sucked the whole thing into your mouth slowly, making wet slurping noises as you did so. Once again aware of your hair in his hand, he did pull your head forward this time, trembling.
You let out an airy hum, feeling as he shuddered. You began to bob your head quickly again, reaching to hold and squeeze his balls.
His panting and huffing was forming itself into half-words, like "fuh" and "yeauhh" and general unintelligible utterances of pleasure. The flavor of him in your mouth changed in saltiness and you grabbed his balls and the base of his cock into one hand, sucked on his tip between the back of your tongue and roof of your mouth, and made your eyes big, breedable, submissive.
You watched as his eyebrows ticked upward, pupils blowing wide as he looked upon you. His thick, biteable lips hung crookedly open to release a choked out moan. "O-oh..khlch...ffffuuuck."
Though you were prepared mentally for the sensation of his hot load hitting the back of your palate, you were surprised by the sheer amount. A loud thud sounded as he fell his head and shoulders back against the wall. Cum dribbled out of your mouth; a waste with him not looking. You smacked his hip and he startled, confused anger on his face until he noticed the glistening trails of pearly semen trailing down your chin and neck.
With an almost loving expression, he cupped the back of your head. "Good little pet," he puffed, a smile cracking across his eyes and lips.
The second he started to go soft you pulled off of his cock and let his seed spill out onto the floor.
"Aw come on, couldn't swallow?"
"That's kind of a boyfriend thing for me," you said simply, spitting out a little extra cum and wiping it furiously off your skin with the hem of your shirt. "Plus you can't really expect me to swallow all of that."
You caught him grinning to himself as he pulled his pants back up. Boy was he easy to flatter. "Yeah, I guess that's fair."
Popping up off the floor and shaking out your knees, you planted your hands on your hips and surveyed the large empty room that now stank of sex. "Okay. Which way?"
"Fuck that, I'm dra—you literally drained me. I'm goin'a bed."
"Yeah you're right, no point in knowing the next game if we're too tired to play."
FIN
A/N
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