Bash never looks away as I rock back and forth, giving him the slightest friction. Denim balls between his fingers as he fights the urge to make me hurry, and when he’s about to snap, I close my lips and draw him in. His knuckles tighten on his jeans, and a desperate gasp of a moan leaves him.
The spit collected on my tongue mixes with the salty tang of his skin and pre-cum to swirl in my mouth. My cheeks hollow as I suck harder, and he groans as the tip of his cock bumps the back of my throat. As I pull away, spit webs off my glossy lips. My tongue dances over his piercing again, tracing its shape and along the ridge of his cockhead.
“Gods, look at you,” he murmurs as my hips rock, searching for the same friction I’m giving him. The seam of my pants rubs along my cock, and my panties are soaked with slick as I try not to hump the air.
He doesn’t touch me, but he gives a small thrust forward like he can’t help it. My moan vibrates over my lips and along his length, and he answers my needy sound with one of his own.
My fingers curl around the fabric of his jeans as I tug him closer. I suck harder now, bobbing my head as I savor the slick slide of his cock along my lips and tongue.
Bash’s breath comes in pants, laced with quiet, pleasure-ridden noises he can’t contain, and my body moves without my permission, my hips swiveling in slow, jerky circles.
“Needy princess,” he mutters as he breaks character and cups my head again.
It drives him deeper into my throat, and I gag, my stomach tightening with another rush of thick, heady pleasure. Goosebumps lift on my arms as his thumb caresses my scalp. Hair tugs as his grip tightens, pinching the strands and making me shudder.
My mouth pops off and his cock bobs there, dripping in my spit as it brushes my swollen lips.
“Did he think you wanted it?” he demands as he holds me there. “He saw you like this, on your knees?”
“He thought he did,” I say, my voice raspy.
Bash snarls as he guides me forward. His jealousy is potent, his hands are possessive, and his grip is unyielding as he sinks his cock into my mouth again.
“I hate him,” he grits as he thrusts forward and causes another rush of spit from my lips. “This is mine.Youare mine. He doesn’t get to have this.”
My watering eye is full of apologies as he stares down at me. He’s changing the script, turning this from a playful reenactment to a claiming that he controls.
Every cell in my body is overstimulated as he pulls back and drives in. Tingles dance over my skin, and the blood that circulates through my veins is more like adrenaline than anything intended to give me life. It floods my heart and makes my pulse race, shooting through my limbs and pooling hot between my legs.
Another moan is wrenched from my chest as he fucks my mouth. Slow, deep thrusts steal my breath for the few moments he holds there, and my skin is too tight to hold everything inside me.
I whine as my hips move again, searching for relief.
Rough, claiming grips on my hair and horns contradict the soft way Bash’s eyes bore into mine, and I feel like I’m floating as I teeter on the edge.
I squirm, desperate for the last bit of friction I need to toss me over. Bash pulls my hair as he tilts my head, the sting sending a wave straight to my cock as he buries himself in my throat. Everything goes tense for a weightless second, and I squeezemy muscles, holding on for as long as I can before the pressure breaks.
I call out, my voice muffled by his cock. Bursts of warm, wet cum joins the already sticky confines of my underwear, and slick dampens my ass as my hole squeezes. My entire body quakes with the power of it.
“Are you coming for me, princess?” Bash asks, but I can only nod as my limbs shake. “Fuck, you’re so good. So fucking gorgeous down there at my feet.”
He pulls back further this time, strands of spit stretching between my mouth and his cock before he plunges inside with a wet slap. Sweat beads on his forehead, his cheeks flush, and his lips part as he thrusts faster.
My orgasm wanes, but I’m still hard. The sticky heat in my panties only adds to the overload of sensations as Bash’s rhythm starts to falter.
“Did he think he came in this pretty mouth?” he demands.
I whimper as I nod.
He snarls as he fists my hair and drives his cock deeper, and I gag as tears stream down my cheeks. “This mouth, these lips and tongue? They’re mine, Xen. Only mine.”
I take a gasping inhale as he pulls back. “Yours,” I rasp.
“Get up here,” he says.
He yanks me onto the bed, then wrestles out of his clothes. His fingers scoop the mix of cum and slick from my panties, and I groan as he uses it as lube to start prepping himself. My clothes join his in a heap on the floor until we’re both naked, and Bash watches me with hooded eyes, easing a finger into his hole.
“Work me open fast, princess. You look like you won’t last long.”
