Page 40 of Sam & Justin

“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips jolting at the sensation.

He smiled around my dick, and then he began sucking me off in earnest. He was working magic with his mouth and his tongue, and I knew I was right. He could suck dick like a pro, and after having just a taste of it? Fuck, I wanted more. His hand and mouth worked together to give me one of the best blowjobs I’d ever gotten. Pretty sure I would’ve gotten off right there, came right down his throat, if he hadn’t backed off when he did.

Not that I liked that any better. I whined when he pulled off my dick and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Our eyes met over the edge of the bed, and fuck. His eyes were almost black with how blown out his pupils were. I wanted to know how hard his dick was now, because the way he looked? It had to be a raging boner. I wanted to see it, touch it, taste it.

“Get up here,” I demanded.

“Yes sir,” he teased, rising up from his knees.

I watched with undisguised hunger as he stripped down to nothing. I was right. His thick cock looked like a monster, and Iwanted to choke on it. I started inching toward him, but he just pushed me back.

“I’m not done with you.”

Well damn. “Want to taste you,” I whined.

“Okay.”

Wait, just like that? I started to sit back up, and once again, I found myself pushed back down. “Lay with your head on the pillow.”

I didn’t know what he had planned, but I knew I wasn’t about to argue with him. I scuttled back toward the pillow and waited for him to join me in the bed. My eyes stayed trained on him as he went over to the nightstand and grabbed a small bottle of lube. It was the same brand he’d bought the night before. I wondered if it was the same bottle or if he just kept supplies on hand. Might have asked, but honestly? I didn’t care. If he was fucking someone else, it wasn’t really my business.

And I didn’t want to think about anyone else while we were both naked.

My heart raced as he looked at me on the bed, studying me for a moment. “Down a little further.”

I didn’t know what the fuck he was about to do, but right now, he could tell me to do anything and I would. I wasn’t about to question a single word that came out of his mouth. So, I scooted down a little, and he finally joined me on the bed. I thought hemight position himself to fuck me in the face, but he straddled me the opposite way. His thick cock hung in my face, and my mouth watered. I took in a deep breath, inhaling the smell of musk and sex that came off him.

My eyes caught the bead of precum on his tip, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I was too greedy to wait, too impatient. I wanted to make him feel even a fraction of the way he was making me feel. I reached up to guide his cock back to my mouth and brushed my tongue over his slit for a sample. He tasted like salt, reminded me a bit of the mouth full of ocean water I swallowed down last time I was at the beach. I moaned. I was hooked on it. Hooked on the taste and hooked on the way he sounded as I sucked his head into my mouth.

I lost track of what he was doing as I ran my tongue around his head, flicked it over his slit, sucked him down further. He pushed back, feeding me his cock deeper. I think he might’ve lost track of what he originally had planned too, the way he was starting to fuck my face.

“So good, baby,” he moaned. “You’re making me feel so good.” Damn right. Hearing him praise me turned me on that much more. “You’re so fucking hard.” He flicked his tongue over the head of my cock, and I moaned around him. He did it again, and sensation raced up my spine. I wanted to pull off him, beg him to stop teasing me. But in the same breath, I didn’t want to stop sucking his dick and making him feel good either.

So, I kept taking what he was giving me, lifting my head up and down to take him deeper, sucking harder.

I felt his hands at my thighs again, pushing them apart and sliding under them. Then he finally swallowed me down all the way. My breath hitched in my throat, and then his hips faltered, going further down until I was choking on his length. I tapped on his thigh when it started becoming too much, and he let up. He pulled off my cock, and in the same movement, he had me bent in half. I felt his hot breath on my hole.

My brain short circuited as his tongue moved over my hole. Pretty sure I stopped moving entirely. Everything went white, and all I could think wasyes. He did it again, and I was pretty sure I lost all common sense. The sound that came out of my mouth would’ve worried an exorcist. He began to work me open with his tongue while he fucked back into my throat. I finally got some sense back and started working with him, gripping his thighs so hard I was leaving marks that I hoped would stay there a day or two. Memories of tonight, of me, all of it.

I was so lost in sensation that I didn’t hear him open the bottle of lube. Knew he had to when I felt his finger breach my hole, working me open with his tongue. I was a wreck, getting sensation from both ends. When he slipped a second finger in, he stopped eating me out and went back to sucking my cock. It was sensation overload. If he kept it up, I was going to cum before he ever got a chance to fuck me.

I pulled off his dick, gasping for air. “Please,” I begged. “Going to—Fuck. Please Justin.”

He pulled off my cock with apop, but his fingers stayed right where they were, pumping in and out of me in a lazy rhythm that didn’t feel like too much now that all the other sensationsweren’t going. “You want me to fuck you?” he asked. His voice was hoarse, deeper than I’d ever heard it.

“Y-yes,” I stammered out. “Please. God, please.”

I didn’t just want him to fuck me. Ineededhim to fuck me. I needed it like someone starving might need food. I was desperate. I would’ve begged, pleaded, anything it took to get his dick in me.

Luckily, I didn’t need to do that. He pulled his fingers out of me and let my legs fall back down onto the mattress. They felt like jelly. He threw his leg over my body, so he could be near the nightstand, and pulled out a condom. Then he rolled me over. I moved like I was boneless, and that’s exactly how I felt. He settled back between my legs, and I looked over my shoulder. I watched as he tore the silver packaging off the condom and rolled it over his shaft. I drank in every moment of him slicking himself up with lube until his cock was shining.

“I can’t wait to feel you again,” he whispered, as he lined the blunt head of his cock up to my entrance. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. It’s been driving me crazy, just being near you.”

I felt the same way, especially after he kissed me in the hallway. I really felt it now, waiting to feel him inside me after he brought me close to the edge a few times already tonight. “Please,” I begged again, thrusting up to meet the head of his dick. It wasn’t enough. His cock head just rubbed against my oversensitive hole. “Justin, please.”

He put me out of my misery. He pushed in nice and slow, all in one motion. He bottomed out quick, and I pushed back against him. I needed more than this, and he obliged. It was slow and steady strokes at first, but he began to pick up the tempo. He pulled me up by the hips, bringing me up to my knees. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, joining in with the sounds we were making. Grunts and groans, moans, all bouncing off the walls in some kind of erotic symphony.

I loved music, and this? This was probably my favorite song. I wanted to play it on repeat, over and over again. I committed every note to memory, the feeling of every thrust, the way his hands moved over my body. I memorized the way he pulled me up, holding me close as he fucked into me harder. Our bodies stuck together with sweat, and I kept getting closer and closer to the edge.