Page 9 of Ravager

He was breathing shallow, staring at me so hard. But he didn’t touch me again. He gripped the back of his knees, his mouth open, tongue peeking out, cock throbbing and leaking all over his abs and chest. He curled up, ass in the air, a present for me.

All I wanted was for him to be mine.

Willing and open.

I dribbled more spit on his hole and rested my cock there, marveling at the view for a few short seconds, taking a mental snap shot to jerk off over for life.

“Please, skull man, get inside me. I can’t take it anymore,” Avery breathed. “I want you to make it hurt.”

So I breached him, the spit working fine as lube. It wasn’t a slick slide to balls deep, but we got there, inch by moaning inch, as his body yielded to mine with each steady thrust.

When my hips touched his ass, we both released a long breath. I was inside Avery, his warm body wrapped around my cock. Holy shit.

“You’re so amazing, beautiful angel,” I told him, stroking the soft hair on his thighs, running my fingers along the shaft of his aching cock. It flushed a deep red, visible even in this low light. I decided then I needed him to come in my mouth, that I had to feel his cock throb and explode for me.

When I didn’t move, lost in the vision of it, he did.

“No,” I said, stiffening my grip so he couldn’t adjust. But he cried out and fought me, trying to writhe, to fuck himself on my cock.

“Please,” he gasped, a blush of red crawling up his chest, his pulse pounding at his throat. He was so needy, so special.

“Hold it,” I told him. “Please, be good for me. Be so good for me, don’t disappoint me, my angel. I know you can do it. Stay still.”

With a whimper, he did as I asked, scrunching his eyes up and bracing himself, not moving at all. A sight to behold. Avery, laid out before me, impaled on my cock. His ass stretched tight around my shaft, his cock so hard it pointed to the ceiling.

“Goodjob,” I told him, unable to resist leaning closer to kiss inside his knees, one, then the next, while he sighed.

When I moved, thrusting my hips back, then forward, it set off a loud moan from him, almost a shout.

Things grew blurry then. We became a mess of sweaty limbs, grunting and huffing as I fucked him hard, slamming my hips into him over and over, marveling at the expression on his face. Zaps of fire shot through my body, racing up my spine and down to my fucking fingertips.

He was smaller than me, something I enjoyed very much when I was annoying him in politer company. So I grasped for him, hoisting him up, before plopping down to sit on the couch with him straddling me.

He gasped again as his ass sunk lower onto me, and his full weight settled on my thighs. “Ride me, beautiful.”

“God, this is wild,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my neck and ground his dancer’s hips on top of me. He leaned down so our chests pressed together, and his warm breath fanned my neck.

I let my fingers roam again, needing to touch all of him before we both came and he was ripped away from me. This was all I would ever have.

So I ran my hands through his hair, down his neck and his back, around to his hips where I helped lift him up and down, forcing him to slam down hard on my lap. Iwanted him here forever, not just fucking me, but curled up to sleep, fucking snuggling and waking up to the birds tweeting on our non-existent window sill. I wanted this fucker to burrow into me. Wanted him to want to.

I returned to his hair and forced his head back, licking a long line up his neck, his jaw, nibbled his ear lobe.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he moaned when I pinched his nipple.

“Can you come hands free?” I asked, marveling once again at the wonder that was this man.

He shook his head. “I need to—”

“Then you can hold it,” I interrupted. “I’m not done.”

“Time,” he replied, his word no more than a breath as he groaned deeply and changed his rhythm, slowing down, rocking on me rather than slamming. His head lolled forward when I let his hair go.

Shit, we didn’t have long. I wanted to taste his cum, wanted him to paint my tongue and my throat, so I knew. So I was acquainted with every part of him.

“I’ve got you,” I told him, twisting us again so he lay beneath me, his ass hanging off the couch. I plunged back into him, rearing above him to bite and kiss and suck each inch of him reachable. My mouth found his armpit, his arms thrown above his head, and I tasted him there, the flavor of his sweat making me damn near feral. When hecried out and shook, I moved, biting a line down to his nipples, pressing my teeth in until his skin began to strain under the pressure, almost pop.

“Ah-ungh,” was all he managed to say, but he didn’t stop me. He let me fuck him and eat him, graze my sharp teeth across his sensitive flesh. I gnawed at his shoulders, tugged on his earlobes and ravaged his neck, biting and sucking bruises wherever my mouth fell. He was mine. Mine mine mine. He had to be. This couldn’t be all.

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