Page 11 of Just Like You
There was a small amount of fear. The familiar look of uncertainty of what I was all about.
I chose not to think about that because I never did. Instead? I let my finger gather up the saliva on his skin, smearing it around in hard circles. Another slap on his arse as he twitched and moaned.
He was loving this. Unexpected, but… Yes. Oh yes. My body slowly moving as he watched me. Downwards. One millimetre at a time. Then I moved.
The shout coming from his pretty mouth as I clasped my mouth over his opening? It went straight to my dick as his back arched and his leg twitched uncontrollably. This guy? Perfection in my book. I had things I really enjoyed doing to my bed partners. Like eating out their privates with enthusiasm. If I had employed that same enthusiasm to my day job, perhaps I would have run my own company by now. The thought made me smile into his arse as my tongue prodded deep stabs into his insides.
What a fucking gorgeous arse, those round globes clasped in my hands as I bit down on a bit of skin.
Roars. Oh yeah.
“Oh fuck you!” came from up the bed.
“No, I’m going to fuckyou, Julian. Hard and fast. You ready?”
Another squeal as I clamped my mouth around that hole. Sucked at it. Prodded it. Slurped all the scents from him, letting my brain enjoy every sensation.
The smell of him. The taste of his skin. The way his body trembled. His leg once again kicking out in an involuntary spasm as everything was becoming too much for that little arse of his.
I was well endowed, but not too big, or so I’d been told. Still? I had no sympathy for wimps. I was here to fuck and fuck only, which is why I yanked his body into position and flicked the lid on that lube so I could recoat myself in the good stuff.
Another couple of tugs. My mouth drooling from the sheer sight of him. That pink blush on his arse. The wetness. The way his hole still twitched. Julian here, was no wimp. He was perfection. Gorgeous. Absolutely loving this, and that was a bigger turn-on than anything else. The way he looked at me as his head turned round, just for a second so I could catch that little smile on his face.
I’d give it to him. All of it. Whatever he wanted.
The delicious heat and pressure as I pushed the tip of my cock through his tight opening. Don’t hold back. Don’t go slow. That wasn’t what I was all about. I was about fucking, without giving a fuck. Chasing my pleasure with the same impatience I used at the office. A deep slide into that perfect arse as his mouth roared out obscenities, his hand flying back to try to control my entry. I caught it and flung it right back. I was in control here.
I was in full control.
Bottoming out made me swallow down the sounds brewing at the back of my throat. Deep moans wanting to escape when I just stayed silent, letting my body enjoy the complete bliss this was. The urge to move. The way he was trying to expel me, his muscles clenching around me as his hands were desperately clawing atthe sheets. Trying to find the strength to hold himself up when I grabbed his hips and yanked at him, making his face plant straight into the pillow.
My hand on his back, holding him down.
“Stay still,” I groaned.
“Fuck you,” he shrieked.
“You want to get fucked or what?”
Yeah, that told him, as he clearly swallowed down whatever insult was on the tip of his tongue.
“Fuck.”
That came out of me, alongside my dick involuntarily spasming like it was having an unauthorised party down there. Shit.
I wasn’t going to come. I wasn’t. This was not… No. Not happening. And the accompanying moan out of my mouth was something I wasn’t proud of. The way my hands were suddenly shaking and my hips were trying to jerk when he had my dick completely strangled inside of him. Twitching. Moaning. Small sounds, singing along to the desperation coming from my own. Like we’d known how this would end, all along.
I orgasmed. Like the complete and utter fool I was. My seed shooting into that condom, my cock wedged inside of him as his body twitched under mine. And I couldn’t control anything. My mouth blubbering out lame words of apology as my legs gave in and I fell on top of him, squashing him underneath me. My nose now in his hair, pressing kisses into the back of his neck, like I was tryingto undo the last minute. Make my shameful spectacle disappear. Start again.
I wanted to run, just grab my clothes and disappear out of this hellhole I’d once again found myself in. I shouldn’t do things like this; I definitely did not behave like I was right now, and I had more sense than to…
Try to kiss him.
He didn’t seem to mind my awkward fumbling around, instead trying to turn around underneath me, our bodies awkwardly shifting as I slid out of him, letting him strangely bring me into his embrace. My cheek against his nose. His mouth placing exhausted kisses against my temple until I found myself lying against his chest, his embrace strong around my neck. My arms around his waist, my legs curling as if I was trying to braid myself together with him. Like we were one. Just him. Me.
What an absolute clusterfuck of a day this had been.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, like he was trying to make me feel better about…what I was.
