“Tongue out,” he demands next, and he slaps his cock against it a few times before sliding into my mouth, just the head first, teasing me as I feel his Jacob’s Ladder gliding over my tongue. I told him I’d let him lead, and I will. If this is all that I get of him tonight I’ll be happy. But I also really hope he fucks me tonight.The ribbed sensation of those barbells inside of me was incredible, and I can’t wait to experience it again.
Sitting still is really hard. I want to take more of his cock in my throat, want to swallow him down, want to know I’m making him feel good. But I force myself not to move, to let him control the pace. Because as much fun as it would be to really show off my newly acquired blowjob skills, I know this is even better. The anticipation of not knowing what he’ll do next, the way I don’t have to overthink what to do or if he’s enjoying it because I already know he is, it all makes this experience so amazing.
“Fuck, Chad,” he groans, pushing in deeper. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I hum around him in response, and his grip in my hair tightens. He starts to move, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water, but I breathe through my nose, relax my throat, and take him as deep as I can.
“That’s it,” he praises, his voice strained. “Take it all. Show me how much you want this.”
I take everything he gives me, letting him use my mouth and fuck my throat while all I can do is focus on breathing. Drool runs down my chin, and I don’t care. My own cock is straining against my pants, desperate for friction, but I keep my hands on my thighs, staying still as he uses my mouth for his pleasure.
After what feels like both an eternity and not nearly long enough, he pulls out, his cock slick with my spit. I suck in a deep breath, looking up at him with watery eyes.
He smiles down at me, and earning that smile combined with the heat in his gaze makes me feel so accomplished. I can’t help but mirror his expression as he commands, “Stand up. Strip naked. Now.”
I scramble to my feet, my fingers fumbling as I tug my clothes off as fast as I possibly can. He watches me with those intense eyes, stroking himself slowly with my spit as lube. When I’m finally standing in the middle of his kitchen completelynaked, he steps forward and spins me around, pressing my chest against the cool tile countertop.
“Stay just like that,” he orders, and I hear him moving behind me. He must’ve stripped out of his pants, but I don’t turn my head to look.
He smacks my ass hard. The sharp sting is a surprise more than anything and quickly fades away to a pleasant feeling. “That’s a reminder to come to me if you want to try any new kinks, not Blake.”
I nod, still bent over the counter. “Yes, Sir.”
He smacks the other cheek. “And that,” he practically growls, “is a reminder to stay away from motorcycles.”
“Yes, Sir,” I repeat easily. Next thing I know, his hot, wet tongue is licking a stripe over my hole. “Fuck,” I gasp, body flinching from delighted surprise. I love this feeling. “Can I move yet?”
“No,” he growls against my skin. “Stay still and let me taste you.”
I’m giddy as he spreads my cheeks wider, his tongue working me open, licking and teasing until I’m trembling against the counter. I want to push back, want to grind against his face, but I force myself to obey, to stay still like he requested.
“Wider,” he grunts, tapping my thigh as he pulls back just enough to speak. I widen my stance and arch my back more, giving him full access to me.
“More, please,” I beg, despite my promise that I’d let him fully take the lead. I’m about to start fucking myself against this counter with how horny I am. With how good this feels.
Instead of giving me more though, he pulls away from me, and I whine. “John?”
“Be right back, don’t move.” I listen, forearms planted against the counter, my legs spread wide with my hole on display. “You okay if I use olive oil as lube? Or I can run upstairs to get some.”
“Oh, let’s use the olive oil! Sounds scandalous,” I tease, but really, I’d let him fuck me with any lubricant at this point. I just need him inside of me as soon as possible.
His hand grabs my ass before I feel the cool drizzle of oil sliding down my crack. It’s so slippery and some runs down my inner thighs. John’s finger drags it back up and circles my hole with it before pushing inside.
“Fuck,” I breathe as my forehead drops to the counter. I love the feel of him inside of me. He quickly adds a second finger, scissoring them and stretching me open. I can’t do it anymore, I need to move. I push back against his hand, moaning for more as my cock leaks onto the kitchen floor.
“So eager for me, huh, Princess?” he murmurs.
“Yes, need you,” I whine. “Please, fuck me.”
“Soon,” he grunts as he adds another finger. “I can’t wait to be inside your ass, but we need to make sure my piercings don’t hurt you before this greedy hole swallows my cock.”
I moan in response, his words sending a rush of heat through me.
Finally, after far longer than I like while John stretches me and fucks me with his fingers, he confirms, “You’re ready.”
My body is humming with need for him. He takes a second, the wet sound of his hand over his cock stealing my attention, before his head is nudging my hole. He must know how desperate I am because he doesn’t tease me. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, and I force myself to breathe, to relax, to take him.
The stretch burns in the best way, that perfect edge between pleasure and pain that I love so much as he works his cock past my ring of muscle. The metal of his Prince Albert piercing breaching me lights up my nerves followed by the drag of each Jacob’s ladder barbell as he slides deeper inside of me.
