Page 75 of The Storm

My cock is heavy and hard, dripping.

He wraps his hand around my shaft again and leans forward. Anticipation skitters over my skin in waves of hot and cold.

He laps over my cockhead before he closes his lips around me and sucks.

I slam my head back, panting wildly.

Oh fuck.

His tongue curls around the tip and I squeeze my eyes shut. My heart hammers against the inside of my chest.

I can’t believe this is actually happening.

I can’t believe this is actually happening.

I fucking can’t believe this is actually fucking happening.

I look down. His lips are stretched wide around my cock, fingers wrapped tightly around the base of my dick.

He goes deeper. His cheeks hollow as he sucks, and his tongue moves over the underside of my cock, soft and wet and hot.

One of my hands scrabbles over the wall behind me, trying to find something to hold on to. He takes my other hand and pulls it to his head. I clutch his hair, and he moves forward, taking me deeper still.

His hair tickles my abdomen, and there’s heat and wetness andsuction, and he keeps going deeper and harder.

He’s making these muffled, animalistic noises, and he’s watching me, eyes burning, cheeks flushed.

One of his hands cups my ass, and I’m halfway down his throat, and I don’t mean to thrust, but I can’t help it, and my hips snap forward.

He hums around me, somehow still looking in control of all his faculties while I’m trembling and shivering above him.

His fingers move over the crease of my ass, brushing the puckered flesh of my opening, and I let out a helpless, desperate moan. My hips thrust again.

He pulls off, and I actually fucking whine, tugging at his hair, pushing his face back into my groin.

I watch in a daze as he sucks his index and middle fingers into his mouth, slurping on them until they come out wet and glistening.

Then he’s sucking me again, hard and fast and wet, and those fingers are back at my entrance.

It’s a light touch at first. A brush.

He sucks harder.

His finger circles the rim of my hole, wet and hot andprodding. There’s a part of me that hesitates for a second because this is new, and I’m not sure I…

I could stop this, but all my words are stuck behind the burning heat in my chest and the hot tightness of Nick’s mouth around my cock.

His finger works its way inside me, and I’m not so sure about this because it feels… foreign. New. But I don’t get a say because my body has taken over, and I’m pushing back against Nick’s finger for something more.

There’s a sting of pain, but it also, somehow, feels… not good, not exactly. But promising. There’s something there. It’s the kind of irresistible curiosity I can’t fight. I’ve had my own finger in my ass, but this is not at all the same.

And all the while, Nick takes me deeper in his mouth. Sucks harder.

His finger doesn’t move in and out of my ass. Instead, it stays there. It moves around inside me, and I don’t know where to concentrate. On my dick in his mouth or his finger in my ass.

He pulls off my cock and cold air hits the overly sensitive skin. I let out a choked sound of protest.

He sits back on his haunches, one finger still in my ass, stroking me on the inside, his other hand wrapped around the base of my cock.