“Good Cupcake.” He pulled it out and swirled his tongue around it, then disappeared behind me.
“You said you like the flavor. And I like tasting it on you. On your lips or…”
The pressure on my rim told me where my sucker went. I released a breath, and it relaxed, letting it into me. He worked the lollipop in and out, then did the same with his tongue, driving me wild. My hands shook as I dug my fingers into my ass, holding myself open.
“Charlie…” I moaned.
“Yes, Cupcake?”
“Can you please fuck me?”
He swirled the round head of the sucker inside me, then popped it out. He moved so I could see him, met my gaze, and licked the lollipop before sucking it into his mouth. “I will now,” he said around the stick.
He returned between my legs and applied the strawberry scented lube that we’d bought several bottles of earlier. It dripped from my hole to my balls, letting me know how much of the thick substance he was using.
“That’s one finger.” He slid it in and wiggled it.
My moans grew as he added finger number two and three, stretching me.
“How are you feeling?” Charlie patted my thigh.
“Horny and impatient.” I pushed back onto his fingers but he retreated them completely.
“Good.” I closed my eyes and listened to the squirt of lube, followed by the familiar rhythmic squelch of someone slathering a dick. “Let go of your ass and brace your hands on the bed.”
I gripped the sheets and wiggled my bum a fraction. I was too excited to stop myself.
A thump on my ass told me Charlie smacked me with his cock. Fuck, I wish I could see that. If only I had a camera… I filed that idea to discuss with Charlie some other time.
Pressure on my rim.
Breathe, Trent, breathe.
The initial stretch felt so good, I rocked back, impaling myself more. The burn was minimal, only adding intensity to act.
“Easy there. You swallowed half of my cock in one go.”
“More.” My only arsenal were moaning and begging, so that’s what I did. “Please. Fill me with cum, babe. Please.”
Charlie retreated, slathered me and himself more, then pushed in deeper.
“You’re such a needy bottom.” Charlie cooed. “Your ass is beautiful, stretched on my cock.” His praise filled my chest with warmth.
He rocked his hips, fucking into me until he seated himself all the way. His fingers digging into my upper thighs added another level to the feeling of him completely owning me, and me belonging to him.
“I need to jerk off,” I groaned into the cushion.
“Hands behind your back.” Charlie’s voice was sharp, such a big contrast to my mindless moans. I crossed my wrists at my lower back. A familiar rip of my sports tape sounded and Charlie bound me, leaving enough space between my hands for my shoulders not to pull.
“Do you want it hard and fast now, Cupcake?”
“Yes, please.”
Charlie grabbed onto the tape and pounded into me, his hips meeting my ass with increasing pace. The glide into me and the stretch drove me insane. With each move, my nipples grazed the sheets and my cock swung, dripping pre-cum.
“You will come for me now and I will fill you up.” Charlie grunted each word with a thrust.
I nodded, my mind halfway in lala land, floating somewhere on a cloud of strawberry-scented lube.
