Page 5 of Light Me Up

In for a penny, in for a pound. I close the few inches between us and crash my mouth against his, cutting off his words. He’s frozen, body trembling with what I’m assuming is a mix of shock, arousal, and probably a fair amount of rage. He doesn’t really kiss me back, but I lick against his lips. He growls, giving me an opening to slip my tongue into his mouth. He tastes like spearmint gum and desperation.

Our teeth clash as he moves his mouth, almost kissing me back, but moves his face away from mine. I rub against his hard length through the thick fabric of his jeans, and moan at the way he bucks his hips into my touch. My fingers fumble with his fly, opening his pants just enough to reach inside and palm his thick cock.

"Holy fuck," I rasp. I don't want to say anything embarrassing or sound like a cliche, but I can't help it. He'shuge.

He doesn’t stop me from kissing my way down his neck, even when I stop to suck lightly on his throat the way I wanted to. Not hard enough to leave a hickey, although the idea of leaving marks on his skin gives me a delicious thrill. I keep moving down, running my hands up his shirt to touch his chest because I just can't help myself. I look up at him from my knees, watching him watch me release his cock. It bounces out, thick and veiny, and my mouth waters.

"You're dripping for me," I say, barely concealing the awe in my voice.

I flit my gaze back up to his, staring up at him beneath my lashes as I lean forward and lick a drop of pre-cum from his crown. His eyes flutter shut, but I wait for him to open them again before I do anything else. Once his grey-green eyes, dark with fear, anger, and lust, are locked on me, I stick out my tongue and run the flat of it from his balls to the very tip. He inhales sharply as I close my lips around him, sucking lightly and running my tongue over the bulging vein on the underside. I take my time exploring him, testing how much of him I can get in my mouth, basking in every moment that I have with his cock in my mouth until he runs out of patience.

"Quit toying with me, Ian," he growls. The angry, forceful way he says my name sends chills down my spine.

I pull off his cock, a string of spit and pre-cum trailing from my tips to his tip. "Then take what you want, Daddy," I challenge, opening my mouth to receive him.

"Don't call me that," he says as his hips jerk forward, and he thrusts himself into my mouth.

He doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands, so I help him out by releasing his death-grip on the bottom of his shirt and placing it on my head. His fingers rake through my hair, fisting it roughly. I groan around his cock, letting him know that's just how I like it, and surge forward to take him deeper in my throat. He takes the hint and holds me tighter, fucking into my mouth with long, hard strokes. My fingers dig into his thighs, egging him on, until he's fucking my face like I've fantasized about. My cock jerks and leaks in my pants, and I reach down to give it a few desperate strokes.

I look up at his lust blown pupils through watery eyes, moaning as my cock leaks all over my hand.

"You really fucking like this, don't you? You like getting fucked in that big mouth of yours?" he asks gruffly. "Are you going to swallow my cum like the needy little slut you are?"

My eyes just about roll into the back of my head, and I fist myself, jerking my cock furiously, anticipating the oncoming climax. I gag no matter how much I relax my throat, and it seems to do it for him. He thickens in my mouth, and lets out a breathy grunt as he thrusts deep in to the back of my throat, holding me so far down that I struggle to swallow the thick spurts of cum. I cough when my own orgasm takes me by surprise, spraying cum around the stretched sides of my mouth and out of my nose. Henry pulls back as the last pulses of his orgasm wane, and I slurp every drop from him before he pulls himself out of my mouth. Sitting back on my heels and leaning my head back against the door, I cough and take deep breaths to welcome oxygen back into my lungs.

Henry watches me with a lost, blank expression for several seconds before reaching back down to wipe the side of my mouth. He pushes the errant drop of cum back between my lips, and I gently suck his fingers. He blinks several times and stumbles back a few steps, tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

"That—this?—"

"Was hot as fuck?" I fill in for him, my voice rough and gravelly from the rough treatment.

"I—" He clears his throat, and the shutters come down over his eyes. "I think you should go."

Not wanting to push my luck too much, because I know he's probably freaking out now that the post orgasm clarity is hittinghim, I nod silently and stand. I tuck my own cock back into my sleep pants, surreptitiously wiping my hands on my leg before reaching for the door.

Just before I slip out into the dark hallway, I can't help but glance back one more time, biting my bottom lip as I look over his disheveled state.

"You know where to find me,Daddy."

CHAPTER 5

HENRY

Despite the physical exhaustion that pulls at me, I can't sleep. I'm both more relaxed and more tense than I think I've ever been, due to the absolute force of the orgasm I had just over two hours ago.

It's fucking with my head. I'm agitated, tormented by the visual images of holding his head in place while I fucked his mouth like a plaything. And helikedit. I watched him stroke himself while he gagged on me, and the harder I made him take me, the more his cock dripped and jerked until he came all over himself the moment my cum hit the back of his throat.

I don't think anything has ever felt so damn good as Ian's mouth.

Jesus.

I'm so fucked.

I don't even like the little prick. And I let him…

Him.He's a man. Fuck, not much more than a boy when I remember that he's the same age as my own kid. Becausehe's my son's best friend.

Am I really this desperate? I mean, sure, it's been a while. But I've been perfectly happy on my own, focusing all my time on the restaurant and my few hobbies. I run and cook, making up new specials for the restaurant, and I play poker with the guys every so often. I suppose I get lonely sometimes, because I miss my son, my partner, my buddy.

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