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He pulls away with a devilish grin and a teasing flick of his tongue over my lip. “You’re going to use my throat, and then I’m going to use your dick to come my brains out.”
How can I say no to that?
There’s a walking trail not far from the building that goes a decent way into the woods around campus. It’s notorious for being a hookup spot, and I shouldn’t be surprised that Shiloh drags me out to the heavy brush coated in darkness hidden from the sun.
He pushes me against a large oak tree, pawing at my pants and attacking my mouth without hesitation.
When I grip his wrists firmly in my fists, he whines into my mouth and throws his head back.
“Calm down. You’ll get what you want.”
His cheeks are already flushed, and his eyes are clouded over with desire.
“You want my cock? You’ve gotta earn it.”
“Isn’t that what I’ve been doing all week?”
I lick my lips, and his eyes follow the movement. The breath visibly catches in his throat when I step aside and smack my palm on the tree trunk.
“Pull your pants down and bend over. Use the tree for support.”
“What am I being punished for?”
I grip his chin and grin down at him. “Maybe I just want to hear you cry and beg.”
The fighter in him rises to the surface. There’s a defiant glint in his eyes, one I quell with my fingers around his throat.
“Show me your ass, sweetheart.”
His fingers fumble with the button on his jeans, shoving them down with the zipper half done and leaning forward with his arms braced on the tree.
For a few seconds I stand there admiring him. How needy he’s become that I barely have to fight him for control. With the first smack after the wait, he jumps, but the startle quickly fades.
By the tenth smack—alternating cheeks—he’s panting into his arm and practically pushing back into my hand for more. He’s comfortable, used to the pain.
I decide to decorate his thighs with marks. Handprints, bruises from my fingertips. Getting on my knees and pinching the sensitive skin between my teeth until he howls.
He spreads his legs wider when I slip my hand between them. I love fingering his cock. What I love even more is dragging the wetness from his hole to work over it.
“I’m going to bring you to the edge,” I tell him, listening to his choppy pants. “And then I’m going to shove you to your knees, stuff your mouth with my cock, and you’re going to keep yourself on edge until I come.”
He turns his head to give me a confused look, and I grin into his shoulder.
“I want you to play with yourself. If you get too close, you’re going to stop and finger your hole.”
Apprehension covers the lust in his eyes, and I quicken my efforts on his dick until his eyes close and he starts to tremble.
“Yellow or starfish if it’s too much.”
He shakes his head, whimpers crying out with nearly every breath. “I’m gonna come. Corvin—“
I smack his dick as hard as I dare without sending him over and force him to face me. He drops to his knees without prompting, and I’ve already got my fly open and semi-hard cock pulled through the opening.
Even if I talk a rough game, Shiloh’s never taken a dick before. Though I want to bury myself in his warmth right away, I know I need to work him up to it.
His eyes are wide as I tap the head over his lips, slipping just the tip in when they part for me. I cradle his jaw and ease in, letting him taste the precum as it drips on his tongue.
I’m long and thick, and it’s always a pleasure seeing someone take me for the first time.
