Page 10 of Glitter

“Ah fuck. So good, so good. So fucking, fucking good,” I babbled, barely even cognizant of the words pouring out of my mouth, but knowing he deserved all the praise I could shower him with.

He answered with his own reassurance. “Mmhmm. You feel so good too, boo.”

His hand reached back and patted me on my bare hip. The move felt a little condescending—sort of like the kind of rough affection you’d show to a dog who’d done a trick particularly well.

But then his hand fluttered around until it grazed my arm. And, once he’d hit the target he must have been aiming for, he slid his hand down my arm until he reached my wrist. Wrapping it firmly around my wrist, his grasp was sure and determined as he drew my arm around to his front and his hand was warm against mine as he pressed it back against the soft and trembling surface of his stomach.

“Oh, better,” he said, his words just as soft as his skin, and also with the faintest hint of tremble to them. “Touch me, boo. Please touch me. And fuck me. Fuck me right on into next week. Please, boo, please. I want it.”

It felt good to hear him begging me. But also wrong. My angel should never have to beg for what he wanted, especially not from me. And he did feel so slick, hugging my cock tight but still so, so ready to be fucked. So, I pulled back and then immediately rammed back into him, filling him with my cock.

“Perfect. Perfect,” he cried, as he removed his hand from on top of mine and it flew to rejoin his other one in pressing flat against the stall door. “Now more. Give me more.”

With his happy cries ricocheting within the metal walls of the bathroom stall and ringing in my ears, I gave my angel exactly what he wanted. Hips moving forward and back in a steady, demanding rhythm, I plunged in and out of his tight channel.

My hand rested flat and heavy against the tender flesh between his delicately small belly button and the black band of his jock strap, which was still in its original position and snuggly encased his own erect and leaking cock.

I wanted to touch him there. I wanted to feel the dampness of the ever-increasing wet splotch on the front of that green, mesh jock. I wanted to rub the silky material with my fingertips and feel the way the pre-cum leaking from his cock made it even slipperier.

And then I wanted to shove my hand beneath the stretch elastic band of his underwear, send it farther down, within the confines of that pouch, and explore the slender length of his cock with my fingers and not just my eyes.

I was aware of our dynamics. Fuck, I adored our dynamics. He was in charge and I was not. And what I wanted… He hadn’t given me permission to touch his cock. Really, the only thing he’d, silently, given me permission to touch was his stomach with my hand and, verbally, his ass with my dick.

On the other hand…he hadn’t told me I couldn’t touch his cock. Not yet at least.

So, cautiously…waiting with bated breath for him to bark out a dissent at any second… I slowly inched my hand down….down…down.

The stretchy elastic clung to my fingers as I slipped them beneath the band of his underwear, gripping in the denial I was expecting from him. But from him, there was nothing other than a continuation of the pants and moans and trembling gasps he’d been releasing since I began thrusting my cock within the tight heat of his channel. With no rebuff coming from his gorgeous, pink lips, I carefully nudged my fingers past the tight restriction of the elastic and slid them down into the heated, lustrous heaven nestled within the silky pouch of his black-and-lime-green jockstrap.

Chapter 5

“Yes, boo, yes! Touch me.”

Shit, his words, and the pleased tone he used to cry out his approval, were almost enough to crash me right over the edge of my climax then and there.

“Oh, yes, that’s it. Touch my cock, boo. Jerk it. Yes, just like that while you fuck me. Fuck, you’re going to get me off, boo. So good. Fuck, you’re so good at this.”

Yep. There was no doubt about it. As good as his ass felt around my dick—and it did feel good. Really,reallygood—it was going to be my angel’s words that were going to send me soaring while emptying my balls tonight.

“Are you close?” I asked desperately. I really, really needed him to be close, because I sure as fuck was.

“Mmhmm. Yeah. Yeah, I am, boo. So close.”

I’d thought so. I’d hoped so. His cock was hard in my hand and the smooth, supple, elegantly slender length was slickly sticky from the precum it had been leaking.

I continued stroking him, quick, firm, and just a shade on the careful side of too rough, a pace he encouraged by assertively thrusting his hips forward, alternating fucking himself forward through my fist and backward onto my cock.

“Wanna… Gotta… You gotta…” I babbled, in between my raspy groans of pleasure. “Please. You gotta…”

When we suddenly listed forward toward the stall door, at first, I thought I’d shoved into him too hard. But then I saw that he’d removed his left hand from the door and was now bracing himself upright, and me, by extension, with only the forearm of his right arm.

I didn’t have to wonder for very long why my angel moved his left arm, as I suddenly had his hand dragging through my hair and pulling my face closer to him.

“There. There.There!” he cried, although I wasn’t certain whether the reaction was caused by my dick driving against his prostate as I plunged and plunged and plunged in his tight channel or if it was from the press of my mouth as he pushed my face against the soft skin on the side of his neck.

Either way, one or the other must’ve set him off because I found myself with a hand coated, front and back, with cum as spurt after spurt of the stuff shot from the end of his cock.

The feel of him, the taste of him under my lips—a sweetness that almost reminded me of cotton candy and that I could see myself quickly becoming addicted to—and the pulsing clench of him squeezing my dick buried inside his ass… My own orgasm was swiftly triggered by his and I ecstatically followed him right over that cliff.

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