Page 54 of The Import Slot
“I enjoy choking on cock,” I whisper back, not even recognising my voice. “Show me how you make yourself come when you’re thinking about me on my knees,” I say.
I look at him, and his eyes burn with desire. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he removes his trousers, places them on a hanger, and closes the wardrobe door. He pulls his socks off, leaving himself in just his boxers. His body is on display to me, his chest solid, his abs: an eight-pack? Fuck me, not to mention his shoulders, well, his shoulders ruin me. I want to see them hovering above my own as he–
“Get on your knees,” he says, and I do. Like I’ve been waiting for him to command it my entire life. I’m fully clothed, but I think that’s the idea. I position myself near him and look up at him, our eyes fixed together.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says, reaching down and running his thumb along my bottom lip.
“Touch yourself,” I say, reaching for the hem of my jumper and taking a deep breath. “Show me what you do.”
I pull my jumper up over my head, revealing my bra. I watch as he slowly pushes his boxers down over his hips, and his cock springs out, almost making me gasp. Nothing could have prepared me for seeing it like this, up close. Seeing the outline through his grey sweatpants was nothing compared to this. My face must say it all because he smirks. Seeing someone entirely naked for the first time is always nerve-wracking, but he’s perfect.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he spits on his palm and grabs himself, gripping the base and slowly stroking up to the tip, pumping his fist around his thick shaft. I’m mesmerised. He looks rock hard, and I’m dying to reach out and touch it, perhaps give it a lick, but I’m utterly enraptured by the show. He picks up speed and lets out a grunt.
“Fuck, Jen, you blow my mind,” he says, and I involuntarily lick my lips. He spits on his palm again and resumes stroking faster than before, his breath steady. “Can I see more of you?” he asks.
I consider for a moment and make a split decision before I can talk myself out of it, reaching around and unclasping my bra, I shrug it off quickly, letting my breasts free.
He groans.
“Fuck. You’re incredible. Let me see you tease your nipples. Do you enjoy having them played with?” he says, his fist slowing slightly like he’s trying to hold off. “Fuck, I’m close,” he says.
I nod, words stuck in my throat as I watch, and I make quick work of pulling my nipples between my thumb and forefinger of each hand and giving them a tug. A moan slips out of my mouth involuntarily, and my eyes fix on him working his cock.
He moans again and picks up the pace, his fist pumping up and down. Then, he steps forward slightly.
“I’m going to come, babe,” he says, and with a primal groan, he comes over my tits, reaching his free hand up to steady himself on the wall. I’m fascinated; his abs pulsate as each shot sprays out, his body shaking with his orgasm.
“Fuck,” he says, breathing hard now. I look up at him and smile.
I’ve never done it before, but I drag my finger through his come and bring it to my mouth, sucking deeply, tasting him.
“Fuck me, I don’t know where that came from, but that’s ruined jerking off for me.” He pulls me to my feet and kisses me, my boobs pushing into his bare chest. “I love seeing you covered in my come,” he says, breaking the kiss and looking down at my chest. He tentatively raises a hand and cups my breast in his palm before bringing his other hand up. He kneads my full cups in his hands, taking my mouth back in his, kissing me deep and needing. His cock is hard against his stomach again.
“I can think of other places I’d rather come, though.” His hands dart to my ass, and I let out a gasp. “Do you like it when I touch your ass, Jen?” he says.
“Yes. I love it.” I whisper, and he smirks.
I’m so turned on right now that one swipe of my clit would send me over the edge.
“Come and shower with me,” he says, breaking away and taking my hand in his. I’m painfully aware I’m half-naked, but he doesn’t seem to care. He keeps walking until there is a bang on the door, and Danny calls out.
“Ryan, are you still up? Your iPad has been going crazy,” he shouts.
“Yeah, I’m busy right now, bud,” Ryan calls back, leaning in to kiss me. Just as his lips brush mine, Danny calls again.
“Mate, it’s been non-stop. It may be urgent.”
“Fuck, I silenced my phone earlier,” he says, fishing it out of his pocket, still naked. “It’s my brother.”
“Go and see what he wants,” I say.
He looks at me as if he’s fighting a mental battle, but I grab my bra and jumper and quickly get to the bathroom to clean up.
Ryan’s in shorts and a t-shirt when I come back. He glances back at me to check I’m dressed before he opens his bedroom door and I follow him out.
As soon as Danny locks eyes with me, he glares with contempt.
Ryan grabs his iPad and swipes the screen.
