Page 24 of This Thing With Charlie

“Fuck!” I blurted out.

“Yeah,” he said, after letting go of me with a little wet pop. “Takes a bit of practice, so don’t worry about it for now. You’re perfect doing just that.” He opened his mouth again, and I made some strange sounds as my whole length slowly disappeared inside him, his neck straining back as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me in, then he did something inside his throat, and everything seemed to constrict and move, and I howled and jerked into him, suddenly needing more movement as he held me tightly in my place.

“Fuuuuck!” I shouted.

“Good, eh?” he croaked out.

“Do it, again.”

“Only if you do me. Mimic my movements. Take me as deep as you can and just fuck me with that dirty mouth of yours. Take my cock, Daniel, and suck it good.”

That seemed to make my cock lose its chill as I spurted a little liquid from my slit. He licked it off, greedily smacking his lips before taking me back down into his throat.

I clumsily sucked on his head as my mouth moaned and my hips jerked.

“Suck it,” Charlie demanded before making my body shiver with whatever his mouth was doing to my dick.

I tried taking him deeper. My hand sliding up and down the root as my tongue licked his skin.

“Good… Take a little more now, such a good dirty boy you are, sucking dick with that dirty mouth. Sucking my dick like a pro.”

He swallowed me down, and I gagged as his cock hit the back of my mouth, embarrassing coughs and tears swelling from my eyes.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he said from behind me. “One more time, baby.”

I gagged on him straight away. It wasn’t dignified, or nice, but his cock strained, and his thighs… god, I thought I loved his thighs. Strong lines and muscles. And his balls? I rolled them gently between my fingers as I licked up and down his length, and he hummed behind me.

“You’re good, baby. Such a good little cocksucker.”

I should have laughed and told him off for being a dick. Instead, I sucked it even harder because that mouth of his? It was nothing like my Charlie, yet? It was…

“So… fucking good.”

I sucked. Licked. Sucked on his testes. Licked lines at the side of his groin. Laughed softly as he lifted his hips, so I could kiss the skin behind them, licking little strokes with my tongue on his perineum as I stopped to stare at his hole.

It was soft and pink, and he obviously had a hair-removal scheme down here with hardly any hair in my way.

“Spread your legs, let me get to your arse too.” His voice came from where my dick was now rutting against his neck.

Then there were fingers between my cheeks and what was obviously lube being carefully smeared all the way down my crack.

“Here...” he said, throwing a tube down to my side of the mattress. “Lie on your side and lift your top leg to your chest, then I can get to you.”

I stared at the lube, not knowing what to do with it as I got myself in position, his own leg riding up over my chest as I sucked on his cock again. Then I kissed his balls and let my tongue go down as I strained to get my head where I needed it. I went straight for the kill becausefuck.

I knew this. I knew the facts and the figures and the cleanliness and all those things we were taught at medical school. I knew how my mother scolded me for not washing my hands. Yet, my tongue pushed straight at his hole, making his body shiver as I planted my mouth around his anus and got to work.

I licked him like a starving man, letting my tongue push at the muscles. I got a finger to help and forced it though as he jerked around and slapped my arse in return.

“More, fucking hell, that feels amazing. Go, go for it.”

I howled when his finger breached my own arse after he’d been circling it for what felt like ages and after he teased me and left me hanging, and then he made me beg.

He fucked me with two fingers as I shouted and screamed and wriggled, begging for his fingers and his cock, ending up on my back with my legs in the air as he finally pressed his chest to mine and kissed my lips that tasted all of him. He was almost violent as he pushed my knees to my chest, and I couldn’t even make myself think.

“You want it?” he growled. My Charlie. I stared at him, and he smiled. He was all blushed and bruised with scratches on his beautiful skin. He was wild and unhinged, and his hair was all messy, but I realised it was just the way it was. He was mine, and I was his, and I wondered if…

I wondered if this was what he meant with magic as his cock started to push against my rim. The strain of my skin and the insane stretch as he pushed further and further, his hands pinning my wrists to the bed, my knees up against my chest, my arse in the air and my neck strained back as I panted and tried to breathe.

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