Page 69 of For All It's Worth
He nodded, looking flushed and wrecked.
I worked him harder, taking him deep into my mouth before opening my throat to allow him deeper. His hips stuttered with aborted thrusts.
“Fuck my throat, I can take it.”
My words unleashed something in him and he began to thrust into my mouth, his hands cupping my face before one landed under my jaw so he could feel his cock in my throat.
It was difficult to remember to breathe through my nose and to relax, keeping my throat open to the onslaught but I loved the way that Charlie was using me, how he’d abandoned his constraints to seek out his pleasure. My cock was hard and leaking in my briefs, but I wasn’t seeking release, this was all for him.
Habit had Charlie muttering, “Close!” as his orgasm neared. I could see him through my watering eyes; he looked almost feral as he chased his climax.
He groaned as his cock pulsed in my mouth, the condom keeping the salty liquid from me.
Slumping back, Charlie pulled me up his body to press a kiss to my mouth.
“Gimme a minute and it’s your turn.”
Slipping from his grasp I said, “Relax, that was just for you.” I removed and disposed of the condom and went to wash my hands.
When I returned to the bedroom, Charlie looked asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly. His skin still glittering with sweat in the lamplight.
I crept into bed next to him, moving delicately to not jostle Charlie or the bed frame. I managed to pull the covers over us and wriggled close, completely content.
Minutes passed in silence, the usual noise of my brain quieted. Then Charlie turned and wrapped me in his arms and I slipped into sleep.
