Page 94 of Chasing After You
I moaned, nodding my head. Dorian’s pupils blew out, a sharp intake of air filling his lungs.
“Good boy. Now, kneel for me. Kneel for your little brother, angel,” he rasped, his hands finding my shoulders and gently pushing me downwards. I dropped, grunting at the sting of the gravel against my knees.
My hands fluttered at his waistband for a second before latching on and shakily unbuckling him. It took two attempts before my trembling fingers were finally able to unzip his jeans.
Dorian helpfully pulled his pants to mid-thigh, leaving his tight black boxer briefs for me to deal with.
I surged forward, earning a rough moan from him as I sucked on the head of his dick through the thin material. I breathed indeeply, flooding my senses with the strong, masculine scent ofhim,my eyes rolling back in my head.
I then caught the waistband of his underwear in my teeth, pulling them down to reveal his hard length. A bead of pre-cum awaited me at the tip of his penis, beckoning me forward to gather his taste on my tongue.
I sucked the reddened head into my mouth and let my tongue begin exploring. Little by little, I slid down further, my tongue flicking against each piercing, until eventually his tip was pressing against the entrance to my throat.
“Gonna let me in like a good little cocksucker?” Dorian asked, voice tight. I moaned my assent, blinking up at him with my hole rhythmically milking the thick toy filling it.
Without warning, Dorian’s hips punched forward, his cock forcing itself into my throat. I choked at the intrusion, breathing through it like he’d taught me to.
My eyes watered as he buried himself down the convulsing channel, his heavy balls pushing against my chin.
“Fuck,” he cursed, tangling my hair in one hand and using the other to press against the dirty warehouse wall. My dick strained against its cage, sensitive, overheated skin pressing against the bars, begging for freedom.
He drew his cock back out from the depths of my throat, until only the very tip remained on my tongue. Then, with an animalistic growl, he slammed all the way back in, his balls smacking against my face.
Dorian panted harshly as he began to fuck into me, his expression of pleasure only enhancing my own desperate need to come.
“Take it,” he grunted loudly, his hips thrusting wildly. “Fucking take it, slut. My slut.Mine.”
I squirmed, thighs squeezing together, praying to come.
Dorian fucked my throat until my vision began to blur at the edges, using me like I was an inanimate cocksleeve, only existing as a jerk-off tool for him.
“I’m about to—Coming, fuck!” he shouted, his hand in my hair tightening as he shuddered and released deep in my throat. He held me flush to his pelvis as he rode through the waves of his orgasm, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into me.
When he finally finished and released his grip on my hair, I collapsed back onto my haunches, like a puppet cut from its strings. I sucked in big gulps of air, my dick throbbing in pain at being denied its chance to come.
Dorian looked down at me, taking in my heaving chest, glazed eyes, and swollen, wrecked lips.
“P-p-please,” I stuttered, my voice broken.
“I know, baby, I know. You did so well. Let’s get you taken care of,” he said, tucking his spent cock away and pulling his pants back up.
He smiled and helped me stand on trembling legs.
“Hotel,” I muttered into his shoulder, leaning on him for support as he led us back around the building.
“Yep, going straight there. Just need to tell your old man that we’re leaving.”
I kept my eyes unfocused, wanting to ignore any questioning looks aimed our way. We stopped briefly by Paul, with Dorian explaining that I got sick and needed to go to the hotel to rest.
Paul hesitated, sounding a bit worried and a bit wary, but ultimately patted my shoulder and sent me off with plans to get breakfast in the morning.
The drive to the hotel was short since it was just down the road from the meetup. Dorian left me in the car while he handled the check-in process at the front desk.
When he returned a few minutes later to retrieve me and our overnight bags, he chuckled at my disheveled appearance. “Almost there.”
I rose from the passenger seat, cringing at the shifting of the plug inside me. Dorian grabbed both of our bags and led me to a side entrance. Swiping the room key, the door unlocked, and we entered a long hallway with elevators nearby.
As we got on the empty elevator, Dorian pushed the button for the sixth floor and casually leaned against the wall. I stood on the opposite side of the small space, not wanting anything remotely sexual to be caught on a security camera. Dorian smirked knowingly at my choice.
