I’d push him back.
I pulled off of him and gazed up while waiting for his reaction to me stopping.
“Had enough?” I asked. “Maybe practice is done for the day?”
Mikey grabbed me under my armpits and lifted me to my feet before pulling me closer and smothering my mouth with his. He invaded my mouth with his tongue, breathing heavily and gripping my ass. After a minute of passionate kissing he pulled away. “Now on your knees, boy, and suck my dick. No more fucking around either.”
His hands went to my shoulders and he forced me back to my knees. A rush of adrenaline flooded my brain because he took control, demanding I suck him off. His commanding voice was exactly what I’d needed.
I stared at him with my lips parted to encourage him to guide his dick into my waiting mouth. “Make me,” I whispered.
Mikey grabbed my hair and yanked my head back before feeding his cock to me. “Nice and easy,” he growled. “All of it.”
My cock sprang to life instantly. This was what I craved from Mikey. He was the natural leader and I needed him to be that man for me. I actuallyfelt powerful in my role as his sexual partner. I wanted to service him, his cock, and his desires.
The tip of his cock moved across my lips. This time he was the tease, taking his time when he moved his dick further in before pulling back. His hands moved to the sides of my face as he guided his meat into my hungry mouth. He’d push a couple of inches in and then hold me there until he extracted his cock again, waiting to repeat the motion. Now it was me feeling impatient because I wanted as much of him in my mouth as I could take. I wanted to test my oral skills on his huge cock.
“Yes, Mikey,” I moaned after he pulled his dick out and before he shut me up again with another mouthful.
“You’re a good cocksucker, boy,” he growled, his voice deep and manly. “You gonna swallow my come?”
“Mmmm hmmm,” I mumbled, four inches of cock knocking on the back of my throat.
He pulled out again.
“Test my limits,” I dared.
“So you wanna test your gag reflex, do ya?” he asked, yanking on my hair.
I nodded enthusiastically.
“Okay then. You asked for it.” He held the back of my head and slowly pulled me onto his dick inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat.
I gagged and coughed but that didn’t stop him.
“Come on, boy. You can do better than that,” he hissed. “You little cock tease.”
He stared down at me with a dirty gleam in his eyes, firmly holding my head and pushing ever so slowly until I took another inch by relaxing my throat. After a second of him in my throat I pulled away quickly, gagging and sputtering while he watched me, grinning like a possessed man.
“That’s as much . . .” I began before he guided me back to his waiting dick.
“Come on, boy. You started this.”
I opened up so he could slide his dick as far as he could again.
He held the back of my head, forcing me to take him. “There you go.That’s my boy,” he encouraged.
His praise caused my cock to jump again so I began stroking my dick while he pumped my mouth, keeping his grip on the back of my head. I brought my free hand to his dick and began to swirl it up and down in sync to his pumping by stroking, twisting, and pulling to build friction on his dick.
His knees slightly buckled and he adjusted his grip on my head, the other hand supporting him against the shower tiles as he leaned back. His breathing became elevated as I jacked and sucked him off. The force of his hand on the back of my head became stronger. He was close.
“Fuck yes. Just like that, Coop,” he instructed. “Just . . . like . . . that. Don’t fucking stop.”
Mikey pumped into me faster and I kept my grip on his cock while I jacked my dick. The thrill I felt from giving him such pleasure surged through my body. He was hot. The act of blowing him was hot. I was beyond excited from servicing my boyfriend and felt like I had all the power while working him over.
“I’m gonna shoot,” he cried, placing his other hand behind my head and holding me in place. “Fuuuccckkkk,” he roared when he released into my mouth.
His warmth flooded my mouth. I wondered how this would feel. How he would taste. Would I freak out or what? I felt satisfaction from giving him his orgasm. He’d given into my power, my mouth, my actions, and he’d enjoyed it. That was what I felt.
