Crave

"More, Brian…please…more…"

I know I should try to be strong. Try not to beg like some little fucking virgin but I can't.

I just…I crave…that's how he makes me feel. Like I need him so desperately and can't possibly wait one more fucking second without having him on me or in me or something.

God, that's a powerful feeling. To crave…to need so fully…but that's what I…

"Oh, fuck…Briaannnnnn."

His tongue…his hot, wet tongue keeps licking me and…oh, fuck…he's slipping it into my slit, trying to get every drop I've got left and I…I…

"Urnghhh."

I hear a strangled cry and for a moment I'm startled. There's no way that THAT noise came from me. God, I'm so pathetic, but what he does to me just drives me nuts and I can't…and won't be held accountable for the way my body reacts…or how my voice takes on a whole new pitch.

He's got years on me…and so what if my control isn't as strong as his…so fucking what. I'm young, I've got time to build it up, but right now, with his mouth doing wicked things and his tongue probing me so…so…

"Justin."

I hear his voice so I look down, his deep, smoldering eyes waiting for me…and just as they make contact, he…he…

"OH, GOD!"

In one swift motion he's got my cock completely engulfed in his oh so warm mouth and he's sucking hard…sliding up and down…his lips latched on tight…so goddamned tight.

And I can't think and I can't breathe and I can't move and I can't…I can't help myself as I buck up wildly, my hips jerking rapidly and he doesn't even try to stop me as I fuck his face with fury.

I feel his cock, now trapped firmly between my thighs jump and I tighten my hold around it, feeling the wetness seep against my leg. God, that just makes me even crazier and I moan again. I want to reach down and grab it, but I can't reach…and I know he doesn't want me to touch it…at least not right now.

But the fucker must feel some compelling need to torture me further because he starts grinding his hips, just slightly, but the constant in and out motion against my legs…mimicking something else is more than I can take.

I try to spread my legs, to let him go but he's covering them and they won't budge.

He knows what I'm doing…and obviously wants to see how far he can push me because he speeds up, his damp cock sliding smoothly back and forth…back and forth…

My head's thrashing from side to side, the sheets balled tightly inside my grasp and I know I'm almost there.

I hear him mumbling around my dick and the sensation buzzes through my groin…and my balls draw up so fucking hard against my body…and his tongues swirls around the head every time I pull back and I know just one more thrust…just one more and…

Yeahhhhhhhh.

I explode inside his mouth with a force that I didn't even know I could summon after earlier and he drinks me down, humming and purring with delight, which sends my senses reeling even further.

I flop back down, my hips now still except for the odd little jerk from a leftover spark and I sigh out loud. A sense of déjà vu comes over me and I smile, realizing that I'd been in this exact position only a short while ago…and I feel the same glow wash over me as I did then.

God, how he does it I'll never know.

How he has the ability to take me and make me his over and over again without ever making it feel mundane or repetitive I'll never understand…but he does…and I'm one fucking lucky son of a bitch for that.

But now, I don't think I could get it up again no matter what.

I'm happy and blissfully done.

But…oh, God…what now…

"Bri…?"

Oh, fuck…more?

I don't think I can take it…I don't think…ahhh, yeah…okay, maybe just one more…

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