Page 119 of Smoky Mountain Dreams
Christopher put a hand over his mouth when Jesse rolled hiships and fucked him slowly while using the voice recognition software to textback.
“There are more Doritos in the basementkitchen.”
He groaned and said, “Do-ri-tos. Fucking Siri.”
He tossed the phone back where it had been. “Now, where werewe?”
“Oh God,” Christopher managed to say before Jesse startedfucking him wildly again. Christopher’s toes and fingers tingled, his asscheeks tingled, his whole body trembled, and his balls tightened and rose up.He muttered, “I’m gonna come if you keep fucking me like that.”
Jesse slowed his thrusts, and Christopher didn’t know if hewas happy or if he should cry. He’d been so close, but this way the fuck wasn’tover yet.
“What do you see?” Jesse asked.
“Mountains. Trees. Sunset.” It really was an incrediblesight, even looking at it from the side.
“I see the prettiest heart-shaped ass with the sweetest,hottest hole in the entire world. I’ve got a better view.”
Christopher laughed. “You’re a sweet talker.”
“I know. Guess that means I should take this little game tothe next level.” Jesse panted. “You just tell me if it’s too much. Can youstill talk?”
His brain was buzzing and his body burning with need, but hecould still get out a sentence or two if need be. “Yeah.”
“Okay. Just say ‘too much’ if I go too far.”
The fast, hard thrusts were back and Christopher couldn’tkeep his eyes open any longer. Mountains, sunset, whatever the view was, itwasn’t nearly as compelling as the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked. Jessecollapsed onto him, driving Christopher’s hips into the rough window seatcover. He slid his fingers through Christopher’s, gripping tightly and curlingtheir arms up beneath Christopher’s torso. Not entirely comfortable, butChristopher didn’t care. He was in Jesse’s arms, filled with Jesse’s dick. Thatwas all that mattered. Jesse’s breath in his ear and stubble along the back ofhis neck was maddening, and Christopher felt close to coming again. He rolledhis hips forward to get friction and then back to take Jesse’s cock.
“Mmm,” Jesse murmured. “That’s it. My greedy bottom boy.Give it up to me. Gonna fill you up with my cum until it’s dripping out of you.”
Christopher shivered at the dirty words, some delicious,deep part of him titillated and violently aroused by the filthiness. He knewJesse was wearing a condom, but he imagined he’d feel Jesse come inside himuntil it overflowed. He desperately humped his ass back and forth, fuckinghimself on Jesse’s cock and sliding his dick against the window seat, untilJesse pushed down with his own hips to still him. He used his thighs to shoveChristopher’s legs up and apart, spreading him open frog-like so Jesse coulddig his cock in deeper, rolling in strong, deep surges.
“Did you like that? Being called a greedy bottom boy?Because that’s what you are tonight, aren’t you, babe? A greedy boy.”
“Yes,” Christopher hissed.”
“Mm-hmm. That’s my good boy. Open your sweet hole for mycock. Look at you writhing on it, taking me up your ass. Begging me for it.”
“Please fuck me harder, please.”
“Oh, I will, babe. I will. Because you need my dick in thatsloppy wet hole of yours, don’t you?”
“Holy fuck!” Christopher cursed, his thighs trembling andhis asshole squeezing Jesse tight.
“Hmm. Interesting.”
“Jesse,” Christopher whined, his voice unrecognizably roughand deep.
“Yeah, you like my fat cock in your slutty hole?”
“Oh my God,” Christopher shuddered, flushing all over,embarrassment and lust rushing so hard under his skin that he felt like hisentire body was going to burst into orgasm.
“Sing for it. Sing for my dick in your hungry hole.”
Christopher was speechless, his body vibrating. Imminentorgasm was becoming unavoidable. Jesse slowed and then pulled out, his fingerssliding in and hooking against Christopher’s prostate. He squirmed and bucked,his mind racing, his heart pounding. God, what was wrong with him? Why was thisso fucking hot?
“Sing, Chris. The song about me.”
“I can’t,” Christopher grunted.
