Page 81 of Dance of Defiance
“Fuck,” I hiss. “Fuck, wreckage, your mouth feels so fucking good. You’re swallowing my hard, thick cock like such a good boy.”
My hips roll as I draw back, sliding my slick, glistening cock from his lips before thrusting right back in. I know he’s never done this before and doesn’t really know what he’s doing. But fuck, his mouth feelsamazing, and it’s precisely that inexperience as he sucks and licks and whimpers around my dick that has my balls tightening and my eyes rolling back.
I groan and start to fuck his mouth harder, faster, pushing my head all the way to the back of his throat. I try to pull back when he gags a little, but Roman moans deeply and cranes his neck forward, as if wanting to keep me right where I am.
“Fuck, baby,” I choke, my abs tightening as my cock thickens even more, impossibly hard, my sanity blurring at the edges as his sexy mouth milks my cock. “You’re going to make me come. You’re going to make me spill my cum all down your slutty throat.”
It’s the choked, haunted moan that he makes, his eyes rolling back, that pushes me over the edge. With a groan, I yank the belt tight, pushing my hips forward and pinning the back of his head to the stall wall. I thrust into his mouth, ramming my cock over his tongue over and over. Suddenly, I’m crashing into the abyss.
Roman moans deeply when my cock twitches and pulses, spilling hot cum over his tongue and down his hungry throat.
He’s still trying to swallow when I yank him up by the belt around his wrists. He gasps when I slam him to the wall and crush my mouth to his. I kiss him fiercely, pushing my tongue into his mouth and scooping the cum off his tongue, passing itback and forth between us as his erection twitches against my thigh. I yank the belt from around his wrists, then slide my palm over his huge dick.
“I’m going to swallow you fucking whole?—”
Suddenly, the bathroom door bangs open, and a choked, terrified sound gurgles in Roman's throat as he goes stock-still.
A girl’s and a guy’s voice tumble over us. “You’re sobad,” the girl whisper-giggles, click-clacking on her high heels into the men’s room.
“Fuck, baby, just needed to get you alone,” her partner groans, making her giggle again.
“Did you bring the coke?”
“Obviously.”
Roman remains still as a stone.
…But he’s also still fuckinghardas a stone, and I can’t let that gorgeous dick of his be trapped in his pants any longer.
I kiss him again, relishing the frantic look in his eyes as I suck his bottom lip between my teeth. He starts to push me away, but I ignore him, sucking on his lip again before I release it.
“They might hear?—”
“Let them,” I growl quietly against his lips.
Without another word, I drop to my knees. Roman’s mouth falls open, his eyeswideas he stares at me with a mix of terror and lust as I yank his pants open and reach inside. I groan quietly, wrapping my fingers around his cock and pumping it in myhand, feeling it pulse against my fingers as his silky steel erection twitches and jumps.
My fingers slide into his waistband, tugging his pants and his underwear down. He bites his lip as his cock springs out, bobbing heavily.
My turn.
Roman might be new to this.
…I’m fucking not.
So when I open my mouth, I mean business.
Roman chokes, slamming a forearm over his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut as his dick disappears into my mouth. I groan around him, slurping wetly and relaxing the muscles at the back of my throat to let him slide even deeper. I keep going, slowly feeling him inch into my throat until my nose is brushing the short hair below his abs.
Roman is shaking—literally fuckingshaking—and his fingers are clawing at the stall walls as the couple outside giggles and snorts cocaine. I reach up and grab one of his hands, sliding his fingers into my hair until he tightens them to a fist.
Fast learner.
Good boy.
I swallow him a few more times. Then suddenly, a viciously fucked-up idea enters my head.
Roman doesn’t realize what’s happening until I slide his phone out of his pocket, my mouth still wrapped around his dick.
