Page 31 of Love Triangle
He sits back and as he does I wrap my hand around him, still awed by how thick he is. I shuffle forward and nervously open my mouth, letting my tongue flick out first over the crown as I pump my hand up and down once. I take a moment to see if I can handle the taste and decide that yes, it’s not bad. A bead of pre-cum appears and with some anxiety, I lick that up next. Tastes weird, but not bad.Okay, I can do this. Let’s go.
I try to remember what I’ve liked that’s been done to me, what I haven’t liked, and the things that felt good that I wish would have been incorporated by past lovers. I mix these together and start to use them on my best friend.
Or, more than best friend, I guess. Either way, I’m sucking his cock now. And it’s pretty fun.
I start to use both hands because he’s got a lot of area to cover. He seems to like it when I take him deep because he grabs my hair and pushes me down. It’s hard for me, so I gag sometimes, but I keep trying my best. Using my tongue and my lips, I play with those piercings. The sounds he’s emitting make me think I’m doing pretty well.
“Fuck, you feel so good, plaything,” he rasps out. “Let me give you a rest. Just sit like this and open wide. I’m going to fuck your sweet face and you can just relax.”
Say what?
“Um, okay?” I don’t really know what he means, but I’ll do whatever he wants. He’s my Cliff.
I open wide and look up into his slightly vicious grin. He positions himself over me and aims his cock at my mouth.Oh, okay, fuck my face, I get it now.
Cliff groans as he sinks slowly to the back of my throat. When he hits there I gag, and it feels like he can’t go any farther.
“Relax. Just relax. Let me do the work. You only have to open up.”
I focus on his dark eyes as I ease the tightness in my throat, feeling the choking sensation as he passes into it. His eyes shut tight for a moment as he stills where he is. Then he pulls back out. Pushes back in.
It’s not long before he’s brutally thrusting in and out of my throat. Spit is running out of the corners of my mouth, tears out of the corners of my eyes, and my cock is so hard I’m afraid I’m going to come in my pants. All of a sudden, he pulls back just slightly, and I feel the pulsing of his cock, followed by the spurt of his cum hitting the back of my tongue.
I swallow it down, trying not to gag at the new sensation. It seems like he comes forever, but eventually he finishes, dropping back into his seat, tugging me up with him. He holds me against his bare chest and I can tell his heartbeat is just as fast as mine. I crawl up to it on his bare thigh, the one that isn’t attached to a broken leg.
“Thank you for that. You played along so well, and you looked so fucking good doing it. I’ve wanted you so long and you were even better than I imagined. Are you okay with everything? Feeling alright?” Cliff scratches my back and the eyes I’m looking into now are nothing but warm concern and care, nothing like the sex god from two minutes ago. Still just as gorgeous though.How did I never see it before?
“I’m good. I think I have some feelings to work through because all of this is new to me. Just…all of it. But I liked what we did. Being with you.”
“Good. I’m so– Crystal?”
My head pops up in confusion, brow pinched in concern. He’s so Crystal? Huh? Then I see him looking over at the bed. I turn my head to what he’s looking at and find big sapphire-blue eyes staring back at me.
Chapter Twenty-Seven – Crystal
“You’re awake!” Trig exclaims, a huge smile on his reddened face. My face would be red too if it took the pounding he just did.Wow.
“Crystal, I’m so happy to–” Cliff pauses and looks down at his undressed state, Trig on his lap. He frowns. “Apologies for my current state of undress. Trig and I had some things to work through.”
“Mmhmm,” is all I can reply to keep myself from giggling.
“Um, were you awake for a while?” Trig asks, his smile suddenly gone.
“Mmhmm,” I repeat. My shoulders shake. It’s getting too hard to hold in the giggles.
“Oh god. Why didn’t you say something?” Trig covers his face and drops to the floor, curling into a ball.
Cliff pulls up his bottoms and puts on his undershirt. “She clearly didn’t want to interrupt what had already started. Crystal is a good girl and knows better than to interrupt me when I’m busy. Right, sweetie?”
“Yes, Sir,” I purr back. He looks me up and down with a saucy little smile that tells me he’s going to want to reward me for being agood girllater.
“Do you hate me, Crystal?” Trig asks from his fetal position on the floor.
“Wait what? You’re actually upset? Oh baby, no, I thought you were just being dramatic. No, I don’t hate you.” I toss aside my blanket and kick my feet over the edge of the bed.
“Trig, we talked about this. Crystal is fine. Sit up and look at me. I’ll explain it so you’ll understand.” Cliff says.
Trig sits up and the both of us watch as Cliff tugs down his undershirt to expose the triangle tattoo on his chest.
