Break me.
Then put me back together in only the way you know how.
But before he can take me into his mouth, I sit up, my hands pushing him back. “Wait,” I breathe, my cheeks flushing. “I want to taste you first.”
Miguel’s eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't protest as I push him back onto the couch, straddling his hips. I lean down, capturing his lips, and he groans, his hands gripping my ass. “My little brat.” He whispers as I trail kisses down his chest, running my tongue over all of his tattoos.
“All yours.”
I continue my teasing down his stomach, my hands pushing his legs apart, and I can feel his heartbeat wildly when I place a hand on his chest. I look up at him, my eyes silently asking for permission, and he grins down at me, his eyes soft, as he nods. Leaning down, taking him into my mouth, and Miguel groans. “Your mouth is fucking Heaven, baby. Oh my god.” His head falling back to the arm of the chair, in complete bliss.
That’s it, big brother.
I can make you fall apart, too.
His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me, and I take him deeper, my head bobbing up and down. He tastes salty and sweet, mixed with the slight metallic tang from all seven of his piercings, but I need more. I reach between my legs, my freehand wrapping around my cock, and I stroke myself in time with my movements.
“Oh fuck, that’s it, pretty boy. Stroke that perfect fucking cock for me, but you don’t get to come yet. So don’t you fucking dare.”
Miguel's groans fill the room, and I can feel his cock swelling in my mouth. I know he's close, and I want… no, Ineedhim to come in my mouth. I take him as deep as I can, my nose brushing against his pubic bone, and he moans, thrusts his hips up and holds my head down. His warm cum pulses down my throat, and I swallow.
I fucking love the way he tastes.
Immediately, he withdraws from my mouth and pulls me up, his lips capturing mine in a deep, ravenous kiss, his cum mixed with saliva being passed back and forth between us. He pushes me back onto the couch, his body covering mine, and I can feel his cock already hard again, pressing against my own.
“Now that the brat has gotten what he wants… I want to taste you,” he growls, his hands spreading my thighs apart. “Do it, baby. Fill my mouth and throat with your cum.”
Miguel takes me into his mouth,and good fucking Christ, can he suck dick. His head bobs up and down, his tongue flicking against the sensitive spot near the tip. Fuck,he knows what that does to me. “Oh, baby. Keep sucking my dick like that and I'm gonna see God.” He hums, taking me deeper, and I swear I’m past his tonsils, and I can feel the tingling spread. I reach down, my hands tangling in his mess of curls, pulling the hair away from his face so I can watch. His eyes flick to mine and he groans, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through me.
My balls are tightening, and I know I'm close. Miguel must sense it too, because he takes me deeper, his head bobbing faster and faster. “Don’t… stop…” I moan, my hips chasing him when he pulls away, then back down. Every single muscle inmy stomach tightens as my cum pulses down his throat. He swallows, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock as he pulls back.
I already miss the warmth of his mouth on me when he flicks his hair back and I get a look at his big, beautiful brown eyes. He licks me from base to tip, then runs his tongue over his bottom lip with a smirk. “How was that, pretty boy?”
“Fucking amazing.”
“Did you see God?” He raises his eyebrow.
I nod. “I’m still looking at him.”
He smirks, and it’s at this point I know I’m in trouble. Miguel’s mouth finds my neck, pressing soft kisses to where my pulse is thrumming.
“Miguel,” I gasp, my hips bucking up against him. “Baby?—”
“Shh, little brat,” he soothes, his hands roaming over my body. “You did this to yourself, remember.”
His tongue swirls around my nipple before giving it a playful nip, and I arch into his touch.Just fuck me already.
Instead of continuing down, he gets up from the couch, gives me a stern “Don’t move,” and jogs to the stairs, butt ass naked for one of his bags. When he’s back, he unzips it while I look up at him and watch him produce a length of Christmas lighted tinsel.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes wide with curiosity.
He grins, and it’s one that makes his eyes squint.Fuck.“I'm going to tie you up, pretty boy. I wanna see you squirm.”
RIP to my ass, because if he’s tying me up… I know I’m in for it.
Caleb, you and this fucking mouth.
“No…Ple?—”
