Page 104 of Scoring Chance

“Is this quick enough?”

“F off.”

I laugh against his erection, eliciting another hiss out of him. He’s warm and heavy in my mouth. His hips shift and buck under my touch.

I lick down his cock to his balls, taking them in my mouth.

“Yes,” he says, barely above a whisper.

I fist his shaft and stroke him as I tongue his balls, lapping up their sweaty taste. He is rock hard, pulsing against my hand. He humps into my fist, unraveling with lust.

“Faster,” he begs. If I tease anymore, he might scream.

And honestly, I’m kinda scared of one of the kids waking up.

I bob on his dick, taking him all the way down, letting him hit the back of my throat. Tanner presses a firm hand on my head, moves up and down with me like he’s dribbling a basketball.

My cock is ragingly hard; this won’t end at a blow job. I flip Tanner’s legs up and flick my tongue over his hot hole. He bites against his arm, restraining a moan I know he wants to let out.

“We can’t have sex, Des,” he says in a strained whisper.

“I think it’s already happening.” I swirl my tongue around his most sensitive area, opening him up. His mouth is saying no, but his ass is saying yes, please, and thank you.

“We have to be quick. Really quick,” he says.

“I’m going to be.” It’s difficult holding myself back with Tanner. He’s so damn hot. It’s a miracle I can last over a minute after sliding inside his warm opening.

I undo my pants and spit a few times into my hand. I coat my aching cock with nature’s lubrication. I lick around his ass a bit more to slick him up, too.

“You ready? I know this isn’t with lube…let me know if it hurts.”

Tanner’s pants bunch at his knees. His face is red with desire and want. And maybe a little discomfort. He’s so beautiful, so eager.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“Need you.”

I plunge inside, sinking into his warmth, keeping eye contact with him. I slide in and out, the sensation of tightness and release making me dizzy with lust. I’m slow but deliberate, pumping his cock, too.

“You feel so good, Tan. How is it for you?”

“Don’t stop.” Tanner bites his lip, holding back moans I know he wants to erupt. His restraint is a big turn on.

I look down at the pretty sight of my thick cock disappearing into his hole, watching Tanner take all of me. I brush my lips against his muscular thighs.

He throws his head back, flush with need, when I begin jerking his stiff cock. Precome leaks down my fingers.

“I love stretching you out. Are you gonna come for me?” I ask in a low voice.

He nods ravenously, his cock bulbous and red and on the verge of exploding. My ball draws up as I barrel closer to release.

I could luxuriate in Tanner all night, but he’s right: there could be a kid sighting at any moment.

The more Tanner twists under my touch, soft groans escape his lips, the harder I fuck him.

“Gonna come,” he whispers.

He desperately reaches into the laundry basket and grabs one of his athletic socks. His fingers scramble as if trying to dismantle a bomb. As the piece of clothing falls from his grip, I snatch it and hold it over his cock just as he comes.