When he looks at me like that, things get too real. It starts to seem like he’s wondering who I am, and it sends panic through me.
Don’t think too deeply about me.
That’s not what this is.
I take the initiative to slide forward again on his cock before he has the chance to think too deeply about it. I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, lapping along him for a minute before I take him as far as I possibly can again, feeling the ridge of his cock head push deep into my throat.
“What the actualfuck…” he whispers, but he doesn’t finish the question. “It’s like you’re trying to milk my cum from me. Who taught you to suck dick like that?”
Who taught you to talk like that?
He grips the back of my head hard and I groan as he yanks me into a position he seems to like.
If this is how forceful he acts with his cock in someone’s mouth, I can’t even imagine what it’s like to be fucked by him. He must be completely intolerable. The thought pulses through me unbidden, and my cock throbs in my hand.
I can’t think about doing more.
He’s never going to fuck me. I’ve neverbeenfucked with anything other than a toy. Even when I was last with a man, I was still so young, and things never went that far.Daniel would never kiss me… and never fuck me. That was the unspoken rule.
I exhale as he pulls out of my throat just enough. I let go of my own cock, trying to remember to breathe.
His necklaces hang in the air in front of his chest as he looks down at me. They glint a little in the glow of the neon sign.
“You look good with me between your lips,” he utters.
I catch my breath. “You’re…”
“I know I’m a lot.”
“You’re relentless.”
He gives me a short nod, pushing back his hair. “Yeah. I know.”
I pause for a moment as he strokes his fingertips across my upper shoulder, then digs in, almost like he’s giving me a kneading massage.
He seems to want to touch me at all times. His hand has been roaming from my shoulder to my hair to my neck in a little loop, the whole time. His eyes dance across my face, and his other hand stays stroking along his shaft as he lets me breathe.
“Are you always like this, with women?”
He chews on his lower lip, then lets it go. “Not exactly. But you feel different. Can we not dwell on that?”
I nod at him. “My mouth is right here.”
He groans. “Ugh, fuck.”
He pushes back in again. I’m finally getting used to his oversized dick and his impatience.
I look him in the eye and I can tell he’s getting closer to the edge. The neon glow frames his dark hair like a halo, and with each thrust, his hair bounces a little in a hypnotic rhythm.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he clutches harder at the back of my head. “Need to come. Want you to watch me.”
I feel his cock pulse. At the last moment, he pulls out of me, digging his hand in my hair while he pumps his fist hard along his cock with the other.
He shoots out across the surface of the roof, streaks of white reaching far beside me on the ground. It’s gorgeous and obscene.
He steps back slowly, but his other hand is still firm at the back of my head. He keeps stroking my hair with his thumb, mindlessly, like I’m his tether back down to Earth.
I wipe my mouth with my hand. He slowly releases my hair, and it feels strange to be let go after being gripped at so insistently.
