Page 18 of Glitter

To his credit, my angel almost got a complete warning out before the first volley of cum erupted from his cock. Almost. But I was prepared for it; he’d already said that he was close and I’d felt him getting harder against my mouth.

So, when he rammed his cock more forcefully and deeper, holding my head in place as he came, I happily hummed around his length and eagerly slurped down the gushing spurts of cum flooding my mouth.

If the bit of his skin I’d gotten to kiss tasted of cotton candy, his cum was flavored closer to the finest salted caramel. Tangy and a bit salty, but mostly sweet.

It was thick, warm, and creamy in my mouth, and I swallowed as much of it as I could. But some of it inevitably spilled out and trickled over my lips and down my chin, joining and adding to the sloppy mess of saliva smeared all over my skin.

His hips jerked a few more times as he continued to climax, before slowing and stuttering to a stop. We held there for an indeterminate beat of time. My angel standing there, with me kneeling at his feet, his hands cupped around my head and the back of my neck, while his spent cock rested in my mouth.

Soft, almost cooing, murmurs tumbled from his lips and his hand softly petted my hair, once, then twice. Shifting his weight, he began sliding his cock out my mouth, causing me to emit a wordless noise of protest.

I didn’t want him to pull his cock out my mouth. He might’ve come, but I would’ve gladly stayed on my knees for him. Cradling his cock on my tongue. Keeping it warm. Nursing and sucking on it until he got hard for me again.

At which point, I would, of course, enthusiastically lick him and suck him until he came again.

I’d willingly and eagerly do that, over and over and over again.

Realistically, we couldn’t do that, though.

We were still in a public bathroom. And, at some point, someone else was bound to want to use this bathroom stall. Even if that didn’t happen, as likely as that would be, the club would close for the night and security would kick us out.

I knew all that. Heck, I didn’t even know if my angel was interested in me acting as his cockwarmer and then having me blow him again. So, I knew why he was removing his softening cock from my mouth, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t disappointed about it.

“Oh, boo, don’t fret,” he commented, clearly misinterpreting the sound I’d made. “I didn’t forget about you. You still need to come, don’t you, boo? Fuck, your cock has got to be crying out for some relief, isn’t it.”

Honestly, before he’d mentioned it, the state of my own dick had been nowhere on my radar at all. I’d been so consumed with what he wanted, with doing a good job and pleasing him, then getting to taste the results of his pleasure, that, once my knees had hit the tile floor, I hadn’t passed a single thought for my poor, hard, aching dick, trapped painfully in my jeans.

But now that he had mentioned it… I whimpered because, fuck, yes, I was hard. Really, really hard. Like, I-could-feel-my-heartbeat-in-my-dick hard. And if-I-don’t-come-really-fucking-soon-I-might-rupture-something hard.

“Stand up,” he ordered. Then, when I didn’t immediately do what he said, he repeated himself. “Stand up,” he commanded, louder and more insistently this time.

Still wanting to do whatever my angel wanted, I rose to my feet, ungainly and wobbling. My knees twinged, not happy with me for kneeling on a hard, unforgiving surface for so long, and fiery pins came alive and needled at the bottom part of my legs as normal circulation was restored.

While I was undertaking the surprisingly uncomfortable task of standing up, he casually tucked his soft dick back into his pants. He followed that up with making sure his shirt and corset were on straight and lying flat, and generally smoothing away any sort of creases or wrinkles in his clothing.

In seemingly no time at all, he’d put himself all back to rights and, other than a faint flush underneath the silver glitter on his cheeks and the heavy, musky scent of sex suffusing the air around us, no signs of what we’d just been doing remained.

Which, I supposed, was what he’d wanted.

Once I was steady on my feet, I waited to hear what he wanted me to do next. Thankfully, he didn’t make me wait for long.

“Turn around, boo,” he said. “Go on, turn around.”

I glanced at him briefly, curious, but then did what he’d ordered.

Before he even touched me, I somehow sensed him coming closer. And then he was pressed up against me, his chest snugged along my back and his hips cradling the fleshy swell of my ass. His arms came around me and I cautiously allowed myself to melt back against his body.

Nimble fingers teasing open my jeans were a torment and a relief. “Told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I, boo?” my angel asked as he slid those fingers inside my loosened pants and through the slit in my briefs. When they wrapped around my hot, needy dick, I groaned in gratitude. “Oh, you do need to come,” he commented, as he pulled my thick, hard cock out of my underwear. “You’re so hard. And positively drenched. If I couldn’t feel how badly you need to come, I’d almost think you already had, boo.”

“Yes, yes, please,” I sobbed, my voice desperate in my agreement with what he’d said and begging for him to stroke me. Fuck, I needed him to stroke my cock. I needed to come.

I was used to the feel of my chunky sausage fingers on my dick and the brisque, efficient way I jerked myself off when I masturbated. There was no comparing that utilitarian act to the bliss of having his slender, elegant fingers fisted around my length and stroking me.

Up and down his hand caressed my shaft, over and over. Up and down. Smoothing over skin stretched taut over firm flesh, rubbing over the bumpy ridges of blood-engorged veins. Over and over.

His hot breath tickled against my ear, adding another layer to the shiver-inducing pleasure he was giving me, as he told me, “When you come—and, fuck, it’s going to be soon, I can tell, boo—try to get it in the toilet, okay. We did good keeping my clothing mess-free; might as well do the same for yours.”

He was right. Blowing him and making him come had gotten me impossibly hard. And with his hand on my dick, stroking me surely and firmly, with the addition of a teasing rub of his thumb to the sensitive spot just on the underside of my head, I was going to come really fucking soon.

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