Page 7 of Brat on the Ball

His hands were no longer ghosting across my hips. One was holding on hard enough to bruise and the other had travelled upward to grip onto my hair at the back, holding my head as his tongue breached my lips.

I had told this man I was looking for someone to tell me what to do. And he wasn’ttellingme what to do, but he was making his intentions pretty fucking clear. He was making me his, and I knew the second he started asking, I’d be like putty in his hands. I gave as good as I got, and even though a little part of my brain was screaming that someone could be filming, or taking pictures, and tomorrow I’d be the first football player outed since the 90s, the much bigger part of my brain was screamingoh yes God yes please keep going. My cock was like a steel rod in my jeans and I just wanted to be naked with this man, even if he took me on the fucking dance floor.

I noticed those hands were gone and then his lips left mine, and at first I thought he’d decided this wasn’t working. I felt the sting of rejection in my eyes before his hands were deftly unbuttoning my shirt. “What did I say about letting loose?” he asked.

Once my shirt was unbuttoned all the way down, he trailed one rough hand down my chest and to my stomach before dipping his fingers into the waistband of my jeans to pull me close for another kiss. “So beautiful,” he muttered between kisses. “So fucking hot.”

For once, I felt bold. I felt confident and fucking sexy. “What are you going to do about it?” I challenged.

“Want me to take you home?” he asked. “Let me tell you exactly what to do and how I want you to do it.”

I shivered, but something settled in my stomach. “I…I can’t be seen leaving here with someone,” I said. “Sorry.”

He growled. I couldn’t hear it in the music but I could feel it in his chest. We were so close to one another. We were so close that I could feel he was as hard as he was. We were rubbing each other through our clothes. Just a couple of layers between me and something I hadn’t had in so, so long. And never like this. I had never wanted anything like this.

His hand was in mine, then. “Come on,” he said. He led me off the dance floor and over to the bar. He let go of my hand to ask the barman a question I didn’t hear. The barman looked over at me and winked as he passed something over to my mystery man.

He grabbed my hand again and led me downstairs to a quieter room. To one side was a door with a sign forunisex toilets. Anyone welcome. The other was a wider door. The disabled toilet.

“You want this?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. He swiped the key on the disabled toilet door and led me in. It was dark except for a green emergency light, but he didn’t turn the light on, just locked the door behind us and kissed me again.

“You wanted to be told what to do?” he asked between kisses.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Then take your cock out and get on your knees.”

I’d never been in a situation like this. So I did the only right thing. I did as I was told.

I unzipped my jeans and my sprang free as soon as I released it from my underwear. I got to my knees and looked up at him.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked. “Unzip me and get to work.”

My heart pounding, I reached for the buttons on his jeans and undid them one by one. My hands were shaking as I popped each button and felt the hard length of him under his boxers. I pulled down the waistband to pull out the thick cock beneath. I hadn’t touched another man like this in about seven years, and hearing him grumble as I gave an experimental stroke, pulling back the foreskin over the head and then pulling it forward to push out a bead of pre-cum. I swiped my thumb over it and then brought it to my mouth.

“Don’t you think that would taste better from the source?” The man’s hand gently gripped at the back of my head and pushed me toward his cock. I let the head breach my lips and took as much of him in as I could before gagging and pulling back.

“No,” he said. “I like it when you choke on my cock. Don’t pull back.”

And then he pushed his cock into my mouth again, and this time when I felt my gag reflex act up, I choked around his cock. It embarrassed me to feel my cock jumping as I choked. Ilikedit.

“Open up for me, babe,” he said, gently rocking his hips and fucking my mouth. I did my best to take all of him, letting him get deeper each time before I gagged and had to pull back a little. My eyes were streaming from having choked so many times, but he kept going. I knew I was leaking pre-cum, and I reached down to touch myself.

“No,” he said, pulling out of me and putting one hand under my chin. “I’m getting off. I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to.”

He thrust back into my mouth without warning and held the back of my head as he made me take him to the hilt. I didn’t resist. I didn’t want to resist. I just wanted to surrender to him as he pistoned his hips to make his cock touch the back of my throat.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” he said. “You do as you’re told, don’t you?”

He was thrusting harder and faster now, his hand almost painfully holding onto the curls at the top of my head. “I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow every drop for me. Aren’t you?”

I tried nodding around the cock in my mouth, but just felt stupid doing it. “Fuck, boy. I’m…”

He didn’t finish his sentence before I tasted the bitter saltiness of his cum on my tongue. I gagged and did my best to swallow it all as his cock pulsed in my mouth, filling it with his cum. He pulled my hair so that my nose was buried in his pubes and I had no choice but to swallow around his thick cock. But I was loving every second, and it felt like my own cock would explode on a hair trigger.

“Good boy…” he muttered, pulling out and sinking to his knees. He kissed me deep, his tongue telling me he was still in charge as I shared the taste of his cum with him. One of those big rough hands came down between us to pull on my cock. Two strokes and I was groaning, biting down on his bottom lip as I spilled over his hand and onto his bare stomach.

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