Page 60 of Fractured Grief
“Holy shit,” I hissed, as I took in the view. All those muscles, all that artwork. I was entranced.
His tattoos covered his entire chest and both arms. Some designs looked haunting, while others were bold andenchanting. I’d love to study them and learn all their meanings. Find out which was his first and the stories behind each one. They were each different yet flowed seamlessly into one another, over his chest and down his abs to highlight his defined Adonis belt leading to his cock. It’s massive, like ridiculouslymassive.
I’d seen the outline before, but seeing it was something else entirely. “You’re almost the size of my forearm. Fuck.” I reached for the heated flesh, relishing in Seb’s groan as I stroked my palm over the thick mushroom head. He was circumcised with a slight curve as it strained up towards his stomach. “You’ve got to be bigger than Rocco Steele, and that’s saying something.” I was transfixed, reveling in the feel and weight of him as I thought about all the things I wanted to do with him.How would he feel stretching me to my limit?Shivers racked my body at the thoughts.
“Ah, who’s Rocco?” Seb’s voice startled me out of my reverie.
I couldn’t help the chuckle that burst out of me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Rocco Steele is a famous gay porn actor with a very impressive cock. Let’s just say you could give him a run for his money,” I smirked up at him. “Let’s hop in the shower. I’d like to explore a little more.”
Ever the gentleman, he opened the shower door and held out his hand for me to take as I stepped in. Thankfully, he had some safety rails in here, as the last thing I would want was for our fun to hurt him.
Once we were both inside, I stretched up on my tippy toes to reach for a kiss. He, of course, had to lean down, but once our lips met, I took control. As gently as I could, I shifted Seb to lean against the tiled wall. I ran my hands over his muscled pecs and down his arms. I rejoiced in the ability to feel and touch him in all the ways I’d wanted to for so long.
Seb wasn’t a passive participant, roaming his large hands all over my body. My cock had rallied as soon as we’d entered the bathroom. Deepening our kiss, I thrust my tongue into his mouth as I rocked my body against his. His cock trapped between us, and I was grinding mine on his thigh.
I broke our kiss for some much-needed air and kissed his chest, right over his heart, wondering if it was beating as hard as mine was. Then I moved to his dark, dusky nipples, peeking through an array of detailed artwork. Suckling on his right nipple as I ran my hands reverently over the various tattoos. I could feel raised patches and lines over his chest and down his left side where intricate knots and loops linked together in an enchanting and seamless pattern, to the large phoenix flaming out over his pecs, to his heart. I was careful to avoid his scars as I knew he was sensitive about people touching them. I could worship and enjoy all the others, but that could come later. Right now, there was something hot, hard, and heavy pressing into my stomach that needed my attention.
Gracefully, I dropped to my knees. “I want you to hold onto the safety rail. I won’t risk your recovery.” I caught his gaze so he could see my seriousness.
Seb let out a low groan before responding, his eyes almost obsidian. “Yes… Sarg. Argh, I love it when you’re b-bossy.”
I couldn’t help the smirk that lifted my lips. “Noted,” I said with a wink before giving his cock a firm stroke, thankful for Doc’s extensive waterproof bandage over the cut on my palm.
I lapped over the head, digging my tongue into the slit to catch the precum before suckling the head into my mouth. His taste burst on my tongue, invigorating my senses. I used two hands—I needed to—to wrap around and stroke his length as I let more into my mouth. My mouth felt stretched to its limits as I kept going, stroking, sucking, laving my tongue along the underside of his cock as it moved in and out of my mouth. It wasn’t until my nose brushed up against his large patch of pubic hair that I realized I had taken all of him.How the fuck?
“Holy shit... Indy. Fuck, fuck, fuck… how are you d-doing that?” Seb panted, one of his hands running reverently over my hair.
I opened my eyes to gaze up at Seb, my mouth and throat completely full of his cock. I breathed through my nose, overwhelmed by the taste of him and the lust shining in his eyes. Pulling back, I breathed in large gulps of air, swallowing.
I rubbed his cock over my lips, enjoying the feel of him as I smeared his precum around. I took him back into my mouth again, slowly relishing the weight of him. Swallowing around the head, I kept going until his balls were pressed against my chin.How could I do this without gagging?I mustn’t have a gag reflex, and the sounds I was able to draw out of Seb had my cock pulsing and aching between my legs. This whole experience was intoxicating. I felt so powerful. On my knees, in front of this massive mountain of a man, and being able to take his whole length in my mouth,wow.
“I-I-Indy, what… how?” Seb was mumbling, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
I gripped his cock at the base and ran my tongue up the underside, luxuriating in the thick veins and the sensations of having this large cock at my mercy. This was a heady feeling.
“I’m close,” Seb groaned. His grip tightened on my wet hair, causing a frisson of pleasure-pain to skate through me and settle in my balls. My cock was throbbing between my legs, but it was Seb’s turn. I needed to see and feel him lose control.
I took him back in my mouth, suckling on the thick mushroom head and eliciting another groan from Seb. I moved down his shaft, while my hand played with his heavy balls. Gently tugging and rolling them in my palm, I relished in all the incoherent mumblings coming from Seb. I moved my hand so my finger could rub over his taint, toying with thesensitive skin.
“Ah, Fuck! Indy,” Seb screamed as soon as I caressed his perineum, and his cock pulsed in my mouth, coming down my throat. I pulled back as his last couple of shots landed on my face and over my lips.
Glancing up at Seb, I took in his flushed face and corded forearms, one still gripping the hand railing and the other my hair. I caught his gaze as I licked my lips, savoring the salty taste of him. His chest heaved, and a soft, satisfied smile graced his face.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, releasing my hair and cupping my cheek. “Look at you marked by my cum.” He began to rub said cum into my cheek. Anticipation rose in me. I never thought I’d be into such ideas of marking, but my stomach swooped, and my cock twitched, totally on board.
“You like that? Like the idea of being marked by me, claimed by me, being mine and only mine?” His voice had a gravelly edge and was doing all sorts of things to me.
“Yes,” I panted, nearly overwhelmed by the sensations his words brought out in me.
“Show me how much you like it,” he growled. “Get yourself off.”
One moment ago, I was the powerful one, the one in control, giving him pleasure; now the tables had turned. I was basking in the switch, feeling submissive and content to let go and let Seb lead.
I wrapped my hand around my aching shaft and slowly stroked myself from root to tip. Luxuriating in his hungrygaze, solely focused on me and my pleasure. I still felt powerful even as I gave up control to Seb.
“That’s it. Show me how you like it. Show me how you bring yourself pleasure.” Seb’s deep voice had my whole body tingling. Pleasure skated up my arms as I quickened my movements, twisting my palm over my cockhead.
“Fuck, Seb. It feels so good,” I moaned as my pleasure grew.
