Page 121 of Squad Ghouls

“Are you sure this is to do something for me and not torture me, love?” I asked.

Owain paused his teasing of himself in an instant and reached for my dick with an eager hand. He held it up to place a kiss right on the tip. “Definitely not torture.”

“Jesus fuck” was the only thing I could say while my dick wept in joy at finally meeting Owain’s mouth.

“What do you like?” Owain asked, peering up at me over his glasses.

I knew he couldn’t even fucking see me he was so blind without them, but it didn’t ruin the sexy nerd visual. Maybe it enhanced it.

“Anything. Everything,” I said on behalf of myself and my dick. It was still leaking all over from one kiss, a droplet moving slowly down towards where Owain was holding it at the base.

He pouted at me and his lower lip touched my slit. “There must be something. Why won’t you tell me?”

I stared at the shine on Owain’s lips as they moved, my precum his new lip-gloss. “Because I’m learning it in real time.”

Owain frowned. “What?”

“I have come to discover that everything I thought I liked was wrong and everything weird that you do is what I like. I’m having a sexual awakening.”

Owain blushed, clearly pleased and shocked. “Really?”

I gestured to my dick with my chin. “Does it look like he’s lying to you?”

Owain glanced down at my purpling cock, a little cross-eyed with it. Which was still hot. And then he decided to get to work.

Owain was a dive in head first kind of guy, so it made sense that this would translate to his dick-sucking skills.

That wonderful mouth engulfed my dick in warmth and wetness, and I could only marvel as he made half of it disappear like a magic trick in the first bob. I hit the back of his throat and swore colourfully, my toes curling and my legs widening to make more room for him between them.

Owain wiggled in happily, humming around my length and making my eyes cross. Probably wasn’t as cute as when he did it.

“Owain! Owain, fuck,” I moaned.

He popped up, voice already rougher. “Good?”

I bucked my hips into his hand, feeling my balls tightening. “So good. I wanna see how much you can take.”

Owain must have taken that statement as a challenge, because he proceeded to fit his mouth around me and sink lower with every suck. I felt his tongue against the pulsing vein on the underside, exploring around and tasting me like a lollipop as he pulled up.

My fingers itched with the need to pull and my hips writhed with the need to fuck, the frustration adding a pleasurable edge to every sensation.

I watched Owain grind himself against the sheets, seeking friction on both his nipples and his cock as he fucked me with his mouth. His legs widened and his back arched like he was imagining someone coming up behind him and slotting into the space, filling him and fucking him in both holes.

If only I could clone myself.

“Are you feeling empty, love?” I asked, biting my lip when Owain scraped his bottom teeth just right towards the base of my shaft. “Need something to fill you up?”

Owain could only moan around my dick, teary eyes from trying to take me deeper blinking up at me.

He was so gorgeous, and I couldn’t wait anymore. I’d loved everything we had done together, but I couldn’t lie and say I hadn’t been thinking of fucking that arse since I’d met it. And now it felt like a need.

“Come up here so I can get inside you and make you feel all better.”

Owain pulled off my dick in full agreement, leaving both of us spit-slick. He hurried out of his shorts and socks like he couldn’t wait to have them off, revealing his beautiful body and crawling into my lap like a wanton cat in heat.

Arms went around my neck and knees bracketed my hips as he rubbed up against me, his herbal scent making my head spin as he took my lips in a kiss.

I chased the taste of myself in his mouth, the knowledge of it making me feel possessive and animalistic. My arms strained to hold him, but the ropes wouldn’t give. Instead, I was left at Owain’s mercy, and that turned me on more than it should have.