Page 43 of Lust

I feel a nudge, as though he psychically projected it to me, and I lower my hand to his head, encouraging him as I stroke my thumb along his temple.

“Good, Straight Boy. That’s real good.”

He moves faster, like he’s trying to suck the cum out of my balls. If so, it’s working.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” I warn him, which makes him pull off.

“Fuck my face,” he says, leaning back, and I roll off the bed, my legs still trapped in my jeans, which I push down to my ankles. But I can’t bother with more than that. I need to end this.

“Lie on your back,” I tell him, “and put your head over the edge of the mattress.”

He obeys, and as I move closer, he says, “Just know, after you come in my mouth, I’ll still fucking hate you.”

“Come in your mouth? Are you sure? While you fucking hate me this much?”

“Shut your fucking mouth and put your dick in me.” I doubt he could sound any more annoyed if he tried, and I’m so delirious from everything he’s done to me, I just follow instructions, sliding my cock between his willing lips.

He grabs my ass cheeks, guiding me in, and again, he’s ambitious with how deep he takes me.

I admire how he takes what he needs from me.

I want him to use me like a fuck toy.

As I increase my pace, I grab either side of his head. “Fuuuuck,” I groan, and it’s too fucking late for me as the final rush of energy springs through me. “Luke, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I call out as he takes me like a champ. Drinks me up as I continue thrusting into his face. His greedy hands pull me close, my cock jammed back, and I can feel his throat.

I gasp with relief as his body relaxes beneath me. He pulls my cock partly out of his mouth, his tongue still going wild like he needs to make sure he’s got it all.

As I pull the rest of the way out, I notice some of my cum drip onto his lip, but it’s not there long before his tongue collects it and he takes a deep breath.

“Fuck yeah,” he says as though he’s just run a fucking marathon.

“Please, Luke. Can I suck you off?”

After how he’s punished me, I’m expecting him to refuse me just to piss me off, but he says, “Please,” like even he can’t resist this anymore.

I kick out of my pants while Luke undoes his and pulls them down to his knees with his boxers. Then I climb into bed, helping him out of his shoes, pants, and boxers. As soon as his clothes are off the bed, I hook my arms around his thighs and go right for his hard cock.

I’m desperate to have him in my mouth, to bring him the relief he craves. Maybe because I think, in some fucked-up way, that if I get him off, it might make up for all the other shit.

I know that’s not how it works, but I don’t care.

My mouth is here for him.

I cling to his thighs, taking him to the hilt as I breathe in his scent.

“Fuck,” he groans, and I feel his hips jerk. “Pull off. You don’t get to enjoy me. This is your fucking punishment.”

He might as well have stabbed me in the gut. The ache sears through me as I surrender, pulling off his cock and swapping it out with my hand. His body twitches and trembles as he shoots onto his abs.A fucking wasteis all I can think as I watch it collect on his skin, wishing for a little taste.

“Can I just—”

“No!”

I push my face against his thigh, struggling with Luke’s most cruel punishment. Not just because I want it, but because I know he wants it too.

My chest continues to burn as I jerk him off, emptying him of what’s left of his load.

“Look at it,” he demands. “Look at it and suffer.”

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