Page 13 of View From the Bottom

“That’s it,” he moaned. “Swallow that cock. Good boy.”

Fuck. My dick twitched as soon as the words emerged from his mouth and hovered in the air above us. I was nervous that I would come too quickly, that the moment would be overtoo soon, so I grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed, determined to get him off before I came.

“Keep going, Stevie. That feels so good.”

Shit. Every word he said rippled through me like a sweet shock wave and made me feel like I would lose my load. What was it about his voice saying dirty things to me that I couldn’t handle?

I started sucking his cock more aggressively, using my free hand for assistance in stimulating him, deep-throating with each forward motion, massaging his balls with my hand and the tip of his cock with my tongue. I wanted to get him off. I wanted to taste him. To feel him explode in my mouth.

Enzo had other ideas, though. “Wait. Lower.” He pulled at the base of his cock like it was a fishing line he was trying to reel in.

“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled as I spat him out and buried my face between his legs, pulling his heavy sack into my watering mouth with my tongue, my hands resting on his muscled thighs as he slowly jerked his dick in front of my face. The sensations running through my body were so intense. I couldn’t afford to touch my own cock any longer. I was afraid I would explode.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Bury your head between my legs. Lick my fucking balls. You fucking love the taste of my sweaty sack, don’t you?”

The words sounded almost silly coming from him. It was as though he’d never talked dirty during sex before and wasn’t sure if what he was saying was right or not. But damn it if he didn’t make the words work. And he wasn’t really asking. But I did—I fucking loved it.

Enzo’s head rolled back and forth on his neck as he moaned and pumped his cock with his fist, stealing glances at my face buried between his legs. “Get up here,” he commanded out of nowhere as he unbuttoned his shirt and tore it off, exposing hishairy chest, his fur-covered abdomen, those biceps and forearms that he’d clearly worked hard on.

I stood… at attention. Every part of me. Especially my cock, which was leaking with excitement. Enzo lifted his left arm and grabbed me, pulling me in face-first to his armpit. He rubbed my face all over his exposed pit, forcing me to inhale the scent of the day on him. Fuck, it was hot. I inhaled deeply, huffing his scent, using my tongue to pull his manly essence into me. Had he not worn deodorant to work? Had he been so bold? And why?

I didn’t fucking care.

Once he was satisfied with the job I’d done, the cleaning I’d given him, he lifted his other arm and shoved me over, forcefully pushing me into him once again. I tried grabbing my cock out of habit but he playfully smacked my arm away, showing me who was in charge, making it clear that it was up to him when I would be allowed to come.

For someone who’d acted like such a novice at first, Enzo sure seemed to be picking up the role of the dominant daddy pretty quickly.

“Stand up,” he demanded. “Bend over.”

Again, I did what I was told, leaning my forearms into the bed and spreading my legs as Enzo stood and positioned himself behind me. I knew exactly what was coming and I had no intention of refusing it.

“You want this dick?” I looked back and saw him holding his firm cock, waving it, almost presenting it to me.

“Yes,” I moaned, my hole practically begging to be filled, almost winking at him.

“Where do you want it?”

Fuck. I wanted to tell him that he could put it anywhere he wanted to, but I knew the answer he was looking for. “Put it in my ass. Fill my hole. Fuck me, Enzo.”

“That’s right,” he cooed, gently running his palm down my side, from my chest to my thigh, before cupping one of my cheeks in his hand. I could hear the deviance in his voice, in his tone. It dripped from his tongue like sweet venom. “I know that’s where you want it. But I need you to understand something.”

“What?” I begged.

“I’ll put it wherever I want. Because I know your little secret.”

Oh, fuck. A bead of precome squeezed its way from my slit as my dick twitched again. Enzo was blackmailing me as some sort of role-playing schtick and I was fucking getting off on it. I didn’t remember ever having been this hard. My dick was so rigid—the flesh pulled so tight—that its length pressed against my stomach as it pointed straight up.

He bent down behind me and shoved his face into my crevice, licking, huffing, lubing me up with his saliva. His tongue slid roughshod over every nook and cranny, every little muscled ridge taken care of, sending shock waves through my body.

“Oh, fuck. Eat my hole, Enzo. It’s so hungry for your cock. I need you inside me.”

I had never been vocal in bed, but Enzo had awakened something in me. He’d unleashed a filthy, dirty side of me that had to have been buried somewhere beneath the surface. Over the span of thirty significant minutes, I had gone from a fairly vanilla guy to some naughty little slut, all from the sight of my client’s jockstrap. What the hell was happening to me?

Enzo licked and sucked and penetrated me, reaching depths I didn’t think possible with a tongue. He spit and then massaged the natural lube into my hole with a finger, then two. It hurt, but I was so hungry. I’d get past the fucking pain.

“Don’t worry, buddy. You’ll get my cock.” Fuck, he was giving me a pep talk. He fucking knew how greedy I’d grown. How greedy my hole had become. “But first, get over here and taste yourself on me.”

Anything. Absolutely anything for this guy.

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