I stop right in front of Jonas and look down at his hard cock. If it’s even possible, it’s bigger than Henry’s, veinier, thicker. The thought of him sticking that thing in me makes me just a little nervous.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I ask, my voice small. I wait for him to tell me he’s not interested or that he’s too tired or something.
But he watches me with a thoughtful expression before saying, “I don’t want to push you too far too fast.”
I almost laugh. Henry didn’t even wait five whole hours before railing me. I reach up a hand, ready to wrap it around his thick length, but his grip catches me before I can make contact.
“You aren’t pushing me,” I say, but he just shakes his head.
“I’m…I’m not very good at these arrangements.”
I wait for him to elaborate, but when he doesn’t, I say, “What arrangements?” Even though I know exactly what arrangements he’s talking about.
He gestures from me to him and back. “I feel pathetic, having to bribe someone to sleep with me.”
“You’re not pathetic.”
He sends me aoh, really?look.
“Well, if you’re pathetic, then so am I. I’m the one who’s here, offering myself to you.” I can’t help but nod my chin at his erection, still bobbing between us.
He shrugs. “I’m busy a lot, and I guess I find it sort of difficult to take the time to get to know people. But I need to have sexual encounters to keep my head clear so–”
I wrap my hand around his cock, and his mouth clamps closed. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Jonas,” I say, giving him one long stroke. “I’m happy to do this for you. Iwantto do this for you.”
And with that, I drop to my knees in front of him. It’s not exactly comfortable, given that my bare knees are against the kitchen tile, and I’m probably going to have bruises when all this is said and done, but I don’t care because as soon as I lean forward and wrap my lips around his tip, a groan bursts out of him.
I look up at him, watching as he throws his head back and reaches out a hand to grasp the edge of the kitchen counter.
I don’t manage to take him in very far, since he’s so big, big enough that if he went all the way down my throat, I might actually die. But I shove him down as far as I can manage, onlygagging a little bit, and then use my hand to stroke the length of him that I can’t fit in my mouth. I set a rhythm and feel particularly satisfied when he lets his head hang low between his shoulders and gasps for breath. I want to make him feel so good.
Letting one hand slide down, I cup his balls, my eyes rolling back when he makes that noise again, like he’s gone completely feral. I don’t even think he knows what he’s doing when his hands come up to hold onto my head. He spreads his legs wider and begins to thrust into my mouth.
I let out a moan of pleasure that seems to send him into a frenzy. He doesn’t thrust further than I can take, but he pushes me to my limit, using me with his eyes closed. He looks so good that I can’t keep myself from reaching down between my legs and shoving my fingers into my underwear. I know I’m not going to last long, and when Jonas opens his eyes to meet mine and says, “Can I come in your mouth?” I go off.
Jonas doesn’t wait for me to answer, probably because I’m too busy coming my brains out to say yes. But I guess immediately having an orgasm at the mere thought of swallowing someone’s ccum is enough of an answer.
Except I forgot the sheer amount of cum that one minotaur is able to produce, and after he spurts into my mouth four and then five and then six times, I have to jerk back so I don’t choke, gasping for air.
The rest of his release lands on my chest, and I watch it drip down my shirt as I swallow what’s already in my mouth. When he’s done, I look down at my clothes, very aware that he just come cum all over Henry’s shirt.
“What a waste,” I say, and without thinking, I pull my shirt up to my mouth and lick his cum off of it.
Another spurt escapes his softening cock, landing right over my mouth just as I’m licking away the cum that’s already there. I laugh, and Jonas slumps against the counter.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I wasn’t trying to drown you.”
I wipe his cum off my lips and suck it off my fingers. “I don’t mind,” I say.
Without a word, he bends down, picks me up, and throws me over his shoulder. I screech, but he just laughs, carrying me down the hallway and into his room, where he lets me stay all night.
5
What commences is two whole weeks of blissful fucking. I spend all day working on commissions and all night being used by one of my boys. And I love it.
And then one day, I come home from a quick trip to the grocery store to find my two sugar daddies in the kitchen, scowling at each other. They both go quiet the second I walk in, making it very clear that they were just talking about me or at least about something they don’t want me to know about.
I decide to just leave it alone, unpacking my brown paper sack on the bar, watching Henry stir something in a large bowl that I think might be cake batter. I’ve discovered that baking is what Henry does when he’s nervous.
