When I finally get to the showers, David is almost done. With a quick shake of my head, I let him know that he can’t leave yet and start a discussion about my latest chemistry assignment.
After teasing us for being so lame as we talk about school, the last of our teammates exit the showers.
“What are you doing?” David’s voice vibrates with excitement shortly after they leave, but we’re not completely alone yet. I quickly shower myself while my boyfriend keeps himself warm under the stream of water. When we hear the familiar click of the door, I’m on him pressing David against the tiles behind him with a passionate kiss. Our wet naked bodies rubagainst each other, my hands slide over his chest, and finally I sink to my knees in front of him.
“Seriously? Here?” He wants this too, I can hear it in his tone, and I lick over his tip once. “Oh, fuck.”
With a firm grip, just the way he likes it, I grab his cock at the base and slide my lips over his tip once more. A shiver runs through his body, and my left hand holds his hip to steady him. I let my tongue play and damn, I love how responsive he is, knowing fully well how he gets off when I really get going.
His shaft sinks further into my mouth and once again I’m glad that it’s not quite so big and I can take him all the way down. I can still remember our first blowjobs. I had wondered for so long what it would feel like, whether I’d like it or not. The question was answered the second my tongue touched his dick. I love David’s cock in my mouth, and I love what it does to him. He’s breathing heavily, trying not to moan, which seems completely impossible right now, as he whimpers and his legs tremble. The salty taste in my mouth intensifies and my tongue continues to play with his glans while I search for a steady rhythm with my mouth watching his every little reaction, the loud moans when I suck in addition to my movement.
David is close. His eyes are shut, his eyelids fluttering, he bites his lower lip with his mouth half open, holding his breath. “I’m coming. If you...” Every time, I thought it should be clear by now. No, I don’t want to let him go, and I shut him up by taking him deep once more. I hold him tight inside me catching every salty drop he’s giving me.
Slowly, he slides down the tiles and fuck yes, I know what’s coming and I love it. Nevertheless I cry out in surprise when David grabs my hips on the way down, my cock sliding deepinto his throat. His technique is clearly different from mine, because instead of moving his head, he keeps pulling my hips into his face.
It’s so hot, I can’t hold back, never can. Taking the lead, I roll my hips and push my cock as far down David’s throat as possible. His tongue presses against my shaft, giving me even more of the much-needed friction. Tears well up in his eyes, he gasps and chokes and I want to slow down, but he won’t let me.
“Everything okay?” I hope he understands my moaned question correctly when he grunts in confirmation. Damn, he looks so devastated, so exhausted, but at the same time so incredibly hot, completely at my mercy. Having him at my feet like this drives my desire through the roof, sending endorphins rushing through my body. All attempts to be quiet fail, I moan loudly, losing all control, still hearing his noises, waiting for a sign to stop, but nothing happens and I come so damn hard.
Fuck, has he ever been hotter than right now, on his knees in front of me with tears in his eyes and my cum on his lips?
I sink down to him, grab his head with both hands and kiss him, tasting my cum on his tongue and finding it hotter than I should. “Are you okay?” I have to ask that; I ask it every time.
“Better than ever.” And his gooey smile makes it impossible not to believe him.
Chapter 15
David
19 years
He slowly closes the distance, playing with me, knowing exactly how much I long for his lips, but he won’t let me get close. I feel like a fish out of water, need his touch like the air I breathe, want to feel him. Need to. Our hips press against each other.
“Ah, fuck!” Louis’s fingers close around my cock like a vice. I want him to jerk me off in earnest, but he doesn’t. Painfully slow, he slides his hand up and down once, only to let me go. I howl and my frustrated whimper makes Louis smile. My eyes are closed, I can’t see him, but I can hear it in the tone of his voice. “Ah,so impatient. You that hot for me?”
Slowly, he lets his fingertips brush from my collarbone to my groin.
“What do you want?” He grabs me again and pumps hard. “This?”
I cry out, it’s good, but not enough, and I shake my head.
“This?” With a soft pop, my tip disappears into his mouth. His fingers grip my balls. Ah, that’s the right direction.
“More,” I moan, and Louis lifts his head.
“More? Are you sure?” I nod. “How much more?”
“Fingers.” For Louis’s cock, I’d have to go to the bathroom, and I don’t feel like getting up at all. I’m way too horny to say goodbye for fifteen minutes, I don’t want to stop, and we never had an accident when only fingers were involved.
Without another word, he rolls off me, pulls open a drawer, and I use the time to turn onto all fours. It should be embarrassing for me to hold my ass up and being full on display like this, at least that’s what my mind keeps trying to tell me, but my mind can go and fuck itself. This is not nearly as humiliating as I initially thought, on the contrary, it’s actually pretty hot. Maybe I’m just too horny to think straight, I don’t care.
I hear him open the cap of the lube, but instead of a wet finger, a dry one gently circles my hole. “Fuck, babe, that’s so hot. Is that little pink hole for me?”
Oh God, I love when he talks dirty. I tense up as usual, I can’t stop the impulse, but only for a few seconds. It feels too good once I get over my initial nerves. Lust courses through my entire body. I was already hard before, now I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t come. Immediately. Now. Right this second.
“More.” I’ve never demanded anything before, please Lou, don’t leave me hanging, or standing,or... “Fuuuuck.”
A wet finger presses against my entrance, massaging the muscle ring with just enough pressure that it doesn’t hurt. How does he always know exactly what I need? “Relax. Or this is going to be uncomfortable.”
