Page 9 of Petrichor

“I could make you come with only my hands,” he whispers sultrily. The water is cold, but the way he’s massaging my dick is damn erotic. He’s pumping the base while twisting his fingers around the head as pre-cum leaks out the tip. It makes me grunt from how good it feels.

“But my mouth is better—I-will-suck-out-all-your-brain-cells better.” He sticks out his tongue, showing me that red piercing on the tip. And. Fuck. Me. I want to feel it.

“You have a great ass too,” he comments, while he keeps stroking me too slow to my liking.

“Stay the fuck away from it,” I grumble. Only the thought makes me shiver with uneasiness.

“I don’t top, so no worries. But a finger or two…” he says casually.

“Fuck no!” I send him a glower through the mirror.

“Got it.” He gives me two thumbs up as he lets go of me.

The urge to tell him to fuck off is equal to the need of choking him on my cock. Maybe all the alcohol I’ve been drowning in the last ten years has finally taken possession of my mind. Because I’m about to go through with this.

“Done? Now get on your knees and make it good,” I snap. The damp pieces of paper towel I used to dry myself end up in the waste basket as I turn toward him. Ha. He successfully avoided getting my pants wet.

“Aren’t you the smooth talker.” He rolls his eyes at me as he pushes away from the sinks. “But what you lack in manners, your cock has in size and thickness. Damn.”

Like I didn’t fucking know. He seems genuinely sincere in admiring my dick, though. “Just fucking blow me. Hands behind your back and get to work.” I’m in fuckingcontrol here.

“Insensitive jerk!” he mutters, crouching instead. “It’s a public bathroom. Don’t want to get in contact with whatever is crawling on the floor.”

Jesus Christ. “Just open those fucking lips.”

“How did you even get that woman in here with those manners? You’re lucky you’ve got a stupendous, uncut dick.” He sniffs, but moves his arms behind his back.

I look down at him. His long eyelashes casting shadows on his flushed cheeks, his perfectly shaped upturned nose, the smooth slash of his thin brows, and the soft appearance of his dark blond hair tucked behind his ears. The word “pretty” pops inside my head again.So pretty, I feel the need to dirty him up.

I grab a fist of his incredibly soft hair and yank his head closer, and as he parts his lips on a gasp I ram my cock between them, making him take all of it until I hit the back of his throat.

I let out a long, satisfied breath. Hot. Wet. Tight. So fucking good. I drop my head back. My mind suddenly turns blank, and I push my hips back slowly, letting the underside of my dick rub his wet tongue. I can feel the piercing brushing the sensitive skin, and it feels fucking amazing.

He sucks my angry red cockhead into his mouth, not letting me pull out all the way, and then takes my cock back down to the root, swallowing around it so his throat massages the whole length. I suck in a hard breath.Cazzo. He really is good at this.

I reward him by tightening my fist in his hair before letting out a deep grunt as he keeps working my cock like a damn pro. Although I want to fuck his slutty mouth, I keep my hips still because the service he’s giving me is too good.

The smell of fresh rain and wet leaves suddenly hits my nostrils—it’s coming from him—and reminds me of my childhood runningfreely though mynonno’s small garden after a storm. Laughing happily at the clearing sky.

A loud, lusty moan makes me look down. The sight of his glittery eyes staring at me and of his lips stretched and filled with cock, instead of disgusting me, fucking set me on fire. His hand is pumping inside his open shorts—even though I told him to keep them behind his back—as he bobs his head up and down, creating an obscene soundtrack to what we are doing. That fucking piercing keeps sliding all over my length, sending shocks of pleasure right to my balls.

I suddenly feel the softest tug of his hand at my hip. I get irritated by his disobedience. Gripping the hair on both sides of his head, I take control of the movements and start giving it to him with a ruthless tempo. This is more like it. Spit falls on his chin while he’s groaning around the fat cock stuffing him full.

“Let me hear you,” I growl. His uncontrollable moans are driving me crazy; the sounds travel down my dick, making me shiver with pleasure. Because I can see he genuinely enjoys this.

He keeps staring up at me almost in rapture, looking dazed, lips cock-swollen. Keeping my hold on his hair, I move my thumb to the corner of his mouth and push the tip in, feeling my length slide smoothly and forcibly over and over. He’s at my mercy, and I want to stretch these lips more, make them red and well-used.

“Wanna be a cum bucket?” I ask him with a smirk, without stopping my hips. His response is a tug on my balls that are already pulling up high, while his strokes turn faster inside his shorts in time with my desperate thrusts. Fuck yes, he’ll drink every fucking drop I give him.

I drive my cock harder, deeper, rougher inside his eager throat, turning it sore, and instead of moving back, he relaxes even more. I can’t believe I’m getting the best BJ I’ve had in years from a man.But right at this moment, I don’t care. A hole is a fucking hole, right? And shit if this exact hole is not the best. This greedy mouth and wicked tongue are what heaven is made of, and I’ll keep sinking into them until my balls turn empty.

His flushed cheeks look wet with tears, and his watery eyes have turned ice gray, a stunning shade. Those incredible orbs and the garbled, obscenely muffled noises coming out of his throat bewitch me for a second. I tighten my grip on his locks making him whimper. He suddenly turns rigid and then a sexy, low sound leaves his lips as his body jerks slightly.

He’s fucking coming while sucking my dick. The realization pushes me off the cliff, and I shove my cock all the way inside as I shoot my jizz deep.

“Cazzo,sí. Use that throat. Ahhh, fuck,” I almost roar with ecstasy. My orgasm goes on for a few more seconds, and it's so fucking strong my vision turns white. I’m pulling out when his vibrating moan around my dick sets off a round of aftershocks, forcing more cum out of my slit and onto his tongue.

Fucking. Hell.

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