Jesus fucking Christ. “Blood…does it make you horny?”
He lets his elegant fingers answer as they keep pumping up and down. Fuck, this is turning my cock into granite. The low, breathy, sexy-as-fuck sounds he’s making and the way his eyes are turning night-sky blue as he continues ogling me…I’m pitching the biggest tent down there.
“Like what you see?” He smirks, leans back, and props his weight on one hand. His left knee moves closer to his chest, revealing the absence of fabric over his ass and displaying his pink, wet asshole to my ravenous stare. Did he prep? Or did he have a round with the dildo on my fucking bed before I arrived?
“Who doesn’t enjoy a slutty show?” I say, keeping my face expressionless. He huffs but keeps jerking himself off.
I know he can’t come from only touching his front; he needs something in his ass. But for now, I just want to keep watching those pointy, pierced nipples that are begging to be sucked. Those shiny, parted lips and red tongue that keep peeking out with every moan he utters. And his pink dick, glistening at the red tip, dripping with more sweet pre-cum.
Fuck, I feel thirsty. I lift the bottle of whiskey and take a long gulp when I get an idea. I place the liquor back on the kitchen island and stand up. My hands each grab a handful of flesh as I push his thighs together.
“Keep them squeezed and hold your dick up,” I instruct him, taking the bottle of whiskey again.
“What…?” he asks as I begin pouring liquor into the exquisite, tight V his legs have formed. We are going to make a mess, but I don’t fucking care.
“Don’t let a drop leak out,” I order him, before bending down to start drinking.
I hum, a low guttural rumble as I taste whiskey with a hint of him—apple and sunshine. And damn, it’s good. It’s dirty, sexy, and obscene. He seems to think the same thing, moaning while his hand has resumed the dick pumping.
I slide my palm up his soft thigh as I take the last sip and then use my tongue to get every drop off his pale skin. He smells so fucking amazing. He’s lying all the way down on the counter now, trembling in front of me. I spread his wet legs to reach the lower parts the whiskey touched, and I suck hard, leaving marks on his inner thighs and near his asshole. I lap and bite until there’s no skin left untouched. Then I grab the liquor and pour again, and then again.
I’m about to tip the bottle a fourth time, but the brat is wiggling too much. I slap his side and look at his face. His lust-filled gaze strikes me, that quivering mouth and the whimpers he’s letting out. Fuck. Me. I want to know how talented those lips are. How warm that tongue. How tight that throat.
“Yes,” he moans, pulling himself up and sliding down on the floor.
Did I say that out loud? My cock is leaking just at the fucking sight of him at my feet, completely naked, while I’m still wearing all my clothes. I like this, how vulnerable he looks, but alsoconfident in his skin. His leering eyes are focused on my dick like he’s looking forward to wolfing it down.
“I want you to suck and cry on my cock,” I hiss, tugging his hair and thrusting my hips.
“Make me,” he retorts. His tongue darts out and starts tracking the outline of my length, turning the fabric of my pants wet with his saliva.
Lust crawls down to my balls and threatens to make me come already. With my free hand, I reach down and undo my pants. My erection springs free, bouncing in front of his face, the foreskin has rolled all the way back, the head looks angry and wet with pre-cum.
He lets out a low moan and licks his lips. I grab the bottle of whiskey and let some amber liquor drip on my erection. He should get a good taste too. Then I yank his hair to tilt his head back a little, a wicked smirk curling my lips.
“Open up, Enzino.”
“Stop calling me that! Unless you want me to clench my teeth until your dick bleeds, darling.” Empty threats always piss me off.
“Stop talking shit unless you want me to slice that tongue off,” I snap, grabbing his cheeks before letting go. “Now open big, I want my cock sloppy wet when I fuck your ass.”
His teeth bite down on his lower lip, making a dent in the flesh so fucking enticingly, just before he opens wide. I thrust forward until the head of my cock touches his lips. The warm tip of his tongue sends a zap of electricity down my spine when it darts over the slit, tasting the whiskey and pre-cum gathered there.His little hand wraps around the base, sliding over the length. A low growl of pleasure rumbles out of my chest, and I tighten my grip on his blond locks when he starts mouthing at my foreskin. He’s lapping and sucking like it’s the most delicious treat.
“I’m going to mess you up, little toy.” I hiss the promise, thrusting against his lips a few times, to make them shine with mydick-stick. I’m big, long and thick, but I know he can take me whole—just like his other hole does.
He drops his hand from around my cock and braces himself against my thighs. His eyes flutter closed, and his lips part wide. I can feel the shiver running down his body when the length of my cock glides over his tongue. His blazing mouth finally surrounds me as he wraps his lips around me and hollows his cheeks. Fuuuuck!
He drags the thick head against the roof of his mouth and keeps going, hitting the back of his throat and making my balls instantly tighten. His fingers sink into the muscles of my thighs as I enjoy the slurping sounds he makes while working my dick like a pro.
“You can open your mouth wider than that. I know you can. I’ve seen it firsthand.” I glare at him.
He obeys immediately, and I slap the tip of my dick against his tongue before sliding it back in. He mumbles something around it, the vibration forcing more pre-cum out. Then he slides it all the way out to focus on my foreskin again.
He’s good at this. Too good. “How much dick have you been sucking? Fucking nympho.”
He hums around me, bobbing his head up and down. Tears form in the corners of his eyes, and saliva drips from his mouth. Helooks like a beautiful mess, filthy as hell with his lips stretched to the maximum. Without missing a beat, he swallows me deeper. His wet, sucking noises and my deep grunts are the only sounds in the room. My fingers in his hair give him the tempo, guiding him deeper and then shallow. When I push the tip in, he chokes, but when I go all the way down, his whimpers and moans get higher, like he’s imploring for more.
“You eat cock like you’re fucking starving,” I growl, enjoying the fact that he can’t talk back. He can’t pretend to put up a fight. He can only show me with his bliss-hazed eyes how much he wants me to fuck him up.
