“Effort, Pookie. That’s what we’ve been talking about the last two days,” Stormy said sharply and turned. I tried to follow him at this new angle to keep eating his ass, but a harsh slap on my cock had me crying out as it bounced against my abs. The hit didn’t hurt exactly, but my toes wouldn’t stop digging in against the couch cushions, and I rocked my hips faster as my hard cock bobbed, not sure if I wanted more of that sensation or not. He laughed and turned back around, grinding his ass on my face.
I tilted my head back and spread him wide. With a little more pressure to his hole than I’d been using before, I was able to get my tongue inside his hot body. The squeeze of his ring on my tongue was weird, but I loved knowing I was inside him, the same way it thrilled me when I fucked into him. He let out a breathy, sweet sigh.
My dick gave another needy throb and my balls felt full. I wanted him so bad, wanted to be in the ass I was eating. I fucked with my tongue like it was my cock and shifted my hips, feeling oddly close to the edge. I lapped at him, wishing I could please him this way the same as I could with my dick, wanting to fuck him well enough with my tongue that he’d let me do it for real.
More than anything I wanted him to come. I went after his pleasure like it was mine.
Stormy groaned. “Will you ever back talk me again?”
I shook my head and tensed my ass muscles. Again a strange, deep rush of pleasure gathered low in my center, right behind my dick. My cockhead throbbed. Fuck, was I about to come? I wriggled my tongue deeper into him, pressing my mouth as tight to his body as I could.
“Eat me, Ross. Fuck, that’s the way.” He sank his fingers into the hair on top of my head and tugged hard. The burn had me whining.
I fucked my tongue faster until my jaw ached like it would break, and then I made myself keep going. Stormy raised himself up, and I tried to hold him in place, but he only swatted at my hands on his hips and chuckled as he turned himself around so he was facing the other direction. I sucked at his balls because they were hanging in my face as he moved and I wanted any piece of him I could get. He let out a happy hum as he arranged himself into a new position with his ass in my face again, just at a different angle. Now I was able to really see his asshole. I spread his cheeks and lifted up to slather spit along the line of his taint to his hole, where I delved in greedily again.
Stormy shifted forward, and I whined and followed after him, fucking my tongue into his body again. My dick strained and I wanted to fuck him for real so badly. He chuckled, and I gasped when I felt warm breath on my hard cock. My body streaked white hot inside and my toes and fingers tingled. Then my dick was in the sweet, wet heat of his mouth. I frantically leaned forward, licking at his hole, sucking at his rim, wanting it even more as he worked my dick. My muscles strained and I couldn’t breathe. Stormy sucked me down to the root, and I couldn’t do anything except arch up into the bliss. My head swam, and for a few seconds I grayed out. Heat streaked through my middle so sharply that I curled forward as I tongued his ass and came down his throat. My body floated. My cock kept unloading, and the twitchy contractions at the base of my cock as my balls emptied had me whining with the pleasure.
Stormy popped me out of his mouth, and I yelled, hating the coldness of dangling free in the air. He lifted off me and stole his body away from me. I groped at him and tried to keep him on me. When he had managed to struggle to his feet, he slapped my face hard enough that I trembled from head to toe. The slight pain woke me up and I stopped scrabbling at him. He pointed at me.
“Sorry, Mister. I’m sorry.”
“Good, Pookie. Go clean the kitchen. Eat, if you’re hungry.” He booped me on the nose with his hard, drooling cock, and I couldn’t think about anything else except having him any way I could get him, even though I’d just had one of the best orgasms of my life. “Come find me when you’re done. I want that ass.”
“But….” My stomach quivered.
He grinned and picked up the remote for the TV. “I’m still not happy with what you did.” He kicked at his shorts on the floor. “Oh, that reminds me. You have to earn your clothes back. You won’t be wearing them for a few days. Clearly you’re nowhere near ready.”
“You’re going to fuck me? I don’t… I don’t know about that.”
He rolled his eyes. “How about you trust me to take care of this, Pookie. I’m the one who knows what he’s doing, okay? Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” He winked and turned on the TV, dismissing me, even though his cock still stuck out in front of him.
“But I want to… you. You’re still….”
“Are we having trouble following orders tonight, Pookie?” His tone hardened and he frowned at me.
I was embarrassed and irritated and really fucking grateful all at once. I had no idea what to do with those emotions, so I rolled off the couch and went toward the kitchen, incredibly aware of my nudity. My dick was uncomfortably hard again, and I wasn’t sure I could remember the last time I’d stayed so firm after coming. I’d never thought I’d want my apron back so much.
14
Lane
I couldn’t look awayfrom how delicious his ass was as it bounced when he walked. He’d always had nice cheeks, but since the prison workouts, they were more muscular and bubblier. My mouth watered for a taste.
“Don’t forget your apron, Pookie,” I called from where I sat grinning on the couch.
He didn’t glare at me over his shoulder, but it was a close call. I suspected he was quickly learning his lesson about what was required of him, even if I enjoyed the punishment of not giving him what he wanted. Ross looked so sexy in the apron he slid over his neck, and the strings he tied around his back only made my gaze narrow in on his ass again.
It was hard to pretend to watch the TV when all I wanted to do was stare at him, but I forced myself to look at the two hosts on the screen as they childishly jabbed each other with retorts that made me roll my eyes. I hated watching live television for this reason alone, so I clicked the Netflix button on my controller and picked a random movie, which wasn’t much better.
The sounds of Ross in the kitchen had my eyes straying to him every so often, but when he noticed me staring, I glanced back at the TV until he finally let out a big sigh.
“Are you done?” I paused the movie and flicked my gaze to him.
He stopped in front of the island counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, chewing on his bottom lip nervously as he nodded. I hummed and stood, throwing the controller on the couch as I strode toward the kitchen. The table was clean and set neatly for tomorrow’s breakfast and the dishes had been washed, dried, and placed in the correct cupboards. The sink was so clean it sparkled. I made a noise of approval.
“It looks good, Pookie. Good job.”
Ross’s chest puffed out and he smiled, pride sliding onto his handsome face as he tugged at the sides of the apron, almost asking if he could take it off. I shook my head in response to his silent question.
