Page 86 of Bazooka
Well, it was mine. And I couldn’t bear to see him like this. I would have cried, but I didn’t want to upset him.
“I’ll take a shower,” Bazooka said, stripping. “Can you please find the first aid kit? It should be in the kitchen somewhere.”
I did what he said, as bile rose in my throat. I prepared hot water and clean towels, trying to think of anything else he might need. I was about to go get him when he came out of the bathroom dressed in his boxers. His body was in bad shape as well. The purple contusions all over his chest and ribs were ugly to look at, and the gash on his thigh made me sick to my stomach. A knife wound, by the looks of it.
“It’s superficial,” Bazooka said, sitting down on the sofa. “Hand me the skin glue and some iodine.”
“Let’s just go to the hospital, huh?” I tried again, pleading with my eyes.
He smiled. “It’s fine, kitten. I don’t feel a thing.”
After he fixed himself, he rested his head on the sofa and closed his eyes, looking tired.
“Are you hungry?” I asked him, sniffling. “I made us Shepard’s pie.”
“Maybe later.”
I poured him a glass of water and made him take a few painkillers. After that, I sat beside him and rested my forehead on his shoulder, careful not to hurt him.
When he finally looked at me, his gaze was filled with sadness… no, disillusionment?
“Don’t be upset,” he said, brushing a strand of hair off my forehead. “I’ll be fine.”
I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. His mouth moved against mine, returning the kiss, before stopping abruptly.
“You can’t keep doing this, Luz,” Bazooka said with a sigh. “It was supposed to be for one night, remember?”
“I know, but…” I lowered my gaze, not knowing what to say. “I mean, I respect that. It’s just that… I can’t see you in pain, Baz. It’s killing me.”
I slid down the sofa and knelt in front of him, resting my forehead on his knee. It was still damp from the shower, and so, so warm. I breathed him in, drunk on that vanilla scent that haunted me in his absence.
“I can’t see you in pain,” I muttered, kissing his knee. “I can’t.”
I kept raining small kisses over his leg, unable to stop. He felt good, tasted good, smelled good, so much so that I was almost salivating. I traced his inner thigh with my tongue, and by the time I reached his boxers, he was rock-hard. For me.
“Luz…”
When he said my name, I looked at him. I could see the hesitation in his eyes mixed with desire and arousal.
“I just want to make you feel better,” I whispered. “Please, Baz. Let me do this for you.”
When I reached for his boxers, he raised his hips, helping me pull them down. His long, hard dick flopped onto his belly, making my mouth water. My vision swam. When I took his heavy, cum-filled nut in my mouth, he whimpered. I sucked on it with relish before doing the same to the other one. I traced thelength of his shaft with my tongue until I reached the tip, then I gave it a good suck too. At that point, he hissed and gripped my hair as a few drips of precum appeared on the slit.
I looked at him while wrapping my hand around his swollen shaft.
“Yeah?” I asked him, but my eyes begged.
He nodded, gasping when I took him deep into my mouth. Too deep, because I was greedy. Too fast. Too much. When his cockhead hit my throat, my eyes watered.
“Fuck, Luz!” he bit out, pulling at my hair to the point of pain. “Fuck!”
He sounded stunned. Astonished.Yess.
Then I let him take the reins. His grip on my hair tightened, as he gave my throat a good fuck. The best. The fucking best. I was slobbering, and tears were running down my cheeks, but I didn’t care. His awed moans fueled me. His heavy breathing drove me crazy. My throat hurt, but it was the best pain. The fucking best.
I reached into my joggers and took out my aching dick while gagging on the fat cock in my mouth. I started to stroke myself, already on the fucking edge, when Bazooka pulled me off his engorged shaft.
“I’m going to come,” he bit out, panting. “Where do you want me?”
