Page 36 of Choke Up

Gabe's mouth leaves mine and trails kisses down my jaw. I press my head back to stretch my neck out, shivering with each open-mouthed kiss across my skin. He pulls back, and I can only assume he's looking at me. His fingers trail from the inside of my thigh, over the bulge in my briefs, up my stomach, and under my crop top. He palms each pec, lifting the material of my shirt so he can lick and suck each nipple. My back arches the harder he sucks, and when he presses his palm to my aching cock, I whimper.

He trails kisses down my body, and I lose the warmth of his body over mine as he scoots himself down until he's level with my straining erection. Gabe groans, and I feel his hot breath through the fabric of my underwear before the pressure of his mouth is on me. He licks and sucks the front of my underwear, right where the wet spot of my excitement is bleeding through. He nuzzles, kisses, and sucks on my dick through the cotton until they're drenched with pre-cum and saliva. His fingertips tease the bottom hem of the fabric before pushing under, squeezing the meat of my cheeks beneath the fabric. My hips buck impatiently, and he sighs, peppering kisses and hickeys along the edge of my underwear.

Finally, he peels the briefs away from my body. There isn't even a second before he groans and shoves his face into my groin. I part my legs wider for him, and he nuzzles into the crook of my thigh. The scratch of his stubble against my bare skin feels raw, and I feel more exposed than ever. He runs his nose through every crease, rubs his cheek against the bare skin of my balls, and teases me with his lips and tongue until I'm whimpering for him to touch me.

"I am touching you," he murmurs against my skin.

He is touching me. Everywhere except where I need him to. My cock is aching, but every time I reach for it, he presses my hands to the side. I'm not sure if it's mercy or sadism that has him licking drops of pre-cum off me like a melted ice cream, without ever giving me the pressure I need. But my cock keeps supplying him with the means to tease me. Saliva drips down my balls and forms a rivulet that flows over my taint and into my crack, creating a wet spot on the blanket beneath me. Gabe's tongue traces the path, moaning with the first pass of his tongue over my hole.

"Ga-ohh God," I choke out, catching myself before it's too late.

He's too engrossed in his feast, pushing my thighs back and spreading my cheeks open. It's quiet for a few moments, nothing but our heavy breaths filling the small room.

"So fucking pretty," he says, running his thumbs up my crack to hold me open. His hot, wet tongue laps at me, circling around the puckered skin and teasing my hole. Gabe moans like he's being sucked off while eating his favorite food. My cock leaks all over my stomach at how much he's into this, submitting to the way he ravenously eats me. When his tongue breaches me, I cry out, sparks of pleasure heating my veins to near boiling. We already know he can get me off this way. I want more.

"Please. I need more."

Gabe grunts against my ass before licking a stripe from my crack to the tip of my cock. He engulfs my cock in the heat of his mouth, sucking me while his fingers dance up and down the crack of my ass. My hips rock against him, begging him for more. He pops off my cock and kisses up my body until he reaches my ear.

"Did you bring me here for something specific, pretty boy?"

His cock is lying next to mine, the weight of it intimidating against the inside of my thigh. But I want it. I want him. I want to fuse our bodies together, so he can't deny this thing between us.

"Inside me, please," I say, my voice small and pleading. "I need you inside me."

I feel his cock jerk, and I know how much he likes that idea. But his voice betrays another emotion. I don't point it out when he forgets to disguise it. It soothes something inside me to hear him in his own voice.

"I've never done this before," he says against my neck. "I don't want to do something wrong or?—"

"You won't—" I try to interrupt, but we finish each other's sentences.

"—hurt you."

"—hurt me."

"You're so small, and I'm wound so fucking tight. I could split you apart." As terrified as he sounds, his cock drips pre-cum onto my skin, betraying the arousal that his carnal thoughts cause him.

"I'm not afraid," I say, lifting my head to kiss him. "Use your fingers, at least. Just please don't stop."

I feel a tremble move through him before his body shifts and he settles back between my legs. His knees are touching my thighs, keeping them in place. The sound of the lube cap opening has my heart rate amping up. As much as I'm expecting his touch, I flinch when his fingers touch my ass, and he stops, barely touching my hole.

"I'm okay," I say, grinning.

"I don't know what I'm doing?—"

"Please don't stop."

“You’ll tell me if something doesn't feel good?"

I nod emphatically. I need to feel him inside me, or I'll die. Dramatic? Maybe. True? It could be. I'm turning to goo on the inside with how fucking sweet he's being, and the need coursing through me is unlike anything I've ever felt. This is right.

Gabe's fingers rub circles around my hole before the tip of one finger presses inside. It breaches me without too much difficulty, and Gabe tsks. I blush at how obvious it is that I prepped beforehand, but I wanted everything to be perfect.

"Did you get yourself ready for me, baby?" I nod, and then gasp when he pushes his finger in all the way. There's no burn, only the feeling of fullness. His one finger feels almost the size of two of mine. "That's my job," he growls. "I want to be the one to stretch you open, got it?" The way he's pumping his finger inside me is distracting me from his question until he pulls almost completely out and starts pressing a second finger in with the first. I hiss at the burn, and he waits, letting my body accommodate. "Got it?" he repeats, and I nod.

"Got it."

"Good boy," he says, and his fingers begin to rub the inside of the rim of muscle, until eventually he's able to push into the hilt.

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