Page 65 of Chasing After You
I leaned back, supporting my weight with my hands on the bed. “I want you to try without your hands at first. You can keep them on my thighs, hips, wherever feels best for you, okay?”
Josh eagerly swallowed and shuffled even closer to my lap. He placed his hands on my thighs, taking a moment to feel them up.
“Now, you’re going to open up and take the head into your mouth. Try to roll your lips to cover your teeth. I don’t mind a little teeth action, just don’t fucking bite me.”
He nodded shortly before practically diving onto my cock, taking it way too deep for his first time, triggering his gag reflex.
“Eager slut,” I breathed. Josh’s embarrassment shone through his eyes as he pulled back until just the head remained in his hot, wet mouth. “I know you’re excited for your first taste of dick, but don’t hurt yourself. That’s my job. Just take a little at a time. Play around with your tongue, too.”
Josh moaned, the sound vibrating the head of my cock.
“Goodfuckingboy,” I panted. His lips stretched obscenely wide as he carefully took another inch. I groaned out my pleasure as he began tracing my piercings with his tongue, teeth gently knocking against them.
He continued on, his eyes watering as he went deeper, moaning and gurgling every time I gave him pointers.
“That’s it. Suck a little harder—ah—yes, just like that.”
I glanced down and noticed that Josh was thoroughly enjoying his first time giving head. Smirking, I pushed forward off my hands and used my sock-clad foot to press down against his dripping wet cock.
“Mmph!” Josh moaned, thrusting his hips. His eyes rolled back as I pressed down harder.
“I’m going to come soon. If you can get off by humping my foot, you have permission to,” I rumbled, rubbing the heel of my foot against the base of his cock.
Josh whined around the mouthful of dick, fingers digging into the meat of my thighs. His hips punched forward rapidly, desperately seeking friction.
“Don’t spill a drop,” I grunted, entwining my fingers in his short hair. Overcome by need, I began thrusting into his mouth, moaning loudly at the spasms in his throat caused by his choking. Just as I was about to announce my imminent release, Josh’s entire body seized as a delicious warmth painted my foot.
The feeling of his arousal soaking into my skin spurred the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. My hands kept him locked onto my dick as I spurted load after load of cum down his convulsing throat.
I released him as soon as he began trying to wrench away from my grip. The last few stripes of cum landed beautifully on his face. And despite my instruction to not spill, he coughed up what had to have been at least a handful, letting it drip down his chin and splatter against his thighs.
Knowing Josh, I pulled him forward and rested his head against my inner thigh as he coughed and tried to catch his breath.
“That was perfect,” I told him.
His dazed eyes fluttered open to meet my gaze. Breathing heavily, he asked, “Even though I couldn’t swallow it all? I’m sorry—”
“Shh. You were perfect, I promise. Don’t apologize. I bet I hurt your throat at the end, huh?”
He made an affirmative hum against my leg. “S’okay. Liked it. But that was a lot more cum than I was expecting. Felt like I was drowning.”
I laughed heartily, melting at the small smile on his swollen lips. “I’m sorry. That was a lot. Guess I’ve been saving up for you.”
He hummed again, nuzzling his head against me.
A shiver went through me as I took in his wrecked appearance. His hair was sweaty and out of place from where I gripped it, his eyes were red and wet, his cheeks were flushed and covered with tear tracks, his lips were puffy and swollen, and my cum was splattered on his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his chin, his chest, his stomach, his dick, and his thighs.
“Are you ready for more?”
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Josh
“F-for more?” I looked up at Dorian from where I knelt, clocking the hungry look in his eyes.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you? That was just the appetizer,” he cooed, running his fingers through my hair, gently scratching my scalp with his nails. “Can you stand?”
I rose up on shaky legs, now looking down at Dorian, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed. He grinned and looked around the room.
