Page 143 of Bloom
Jaime tightened his fingers until his eyes stung and threatened to water.
“My cock doesn’t leave your mouth until I allow it or take you off so you can wear my load,” Jaime warned, not quite in his throat. Aleric gazed up at him, obediently still and waiting. Jaime was holding his hair so hard, it made sense why he’d been careful about how he grabbed it.
He could allow a little leeway or take control and use Aleric’s throat like it had no other purpose but for pleasure. Jaime’s pleasure.
He shifted his stance slightly. “Look at yourself. Keep your eyes on yourself. I want you to watch while I fuck your throat. You look like a dirty slut.”
Aleric whined as the words made him wetter. Naked, on his knees, hands clasped behind his back, and with a dick in his mouth, he didn’t look like the future lord of anywhere. His chest was blushing pink just like his face. His lips had turned a little dark since they were wrapped around the shaft partially hidden in his mouth. A vein ran along the side of Jaime’s cock and disappeared. Jaime’s hand was snug in his messy hair, and several strands hung askew.
A thread of pre-cum hung from the tip of his cock, and another droplet ran along the side. His balls, hanging between his parted knees, had a droplet of clear liquid on the bottom.
Anyone walking in would think he was a whore.
“I know what you want.”
Yes, yes, yes. Aleric wanted it all. He needed every inch in his throat. He’d never known he could be degraded, shamed, and made to feel so dirty and small with a looking glass. It made him want to pleasure Jaime all the more. From Aleric’s cock, the thread of pre-cum thickened and fell on the floor.
“Your lips wrapped around my cock is a good look for you.”
Jaime moved him just a little to make the angle better as he pushed himself in. With Aleric’s face practically pressed against his crotch, he could just see himself well enough since Jaime had moved a bit earlier. His ass leaked as he couldn’t help the slight retch. Nothing came up, and it wasn’t like he could have puked anyway.
Jaime’s thick cock filled his throat and blocked his air. Like a well-trained toy, Aleric remained still and stared at his reflection. Jaime made a noise and pulled back so he could breathe.
Slowly, he started to fuck Aleric’s throat in earnest while holding his hair tight to keep his head still. Aleric had enough time to catch his breath, and he used his tongue on the underside. The head mercilessly dipped into his throat with the rest following. With his airway cut off, he had no choice but to accept every last inch until Jaime bottomed out in his mouth. It slid back out so he could breathe again.
The process repeated with Aleric watching himself endure the throat fucking. Jaime picked up the pace a little bit, forcing him to focus more on getting his air.
Buried to the root again, Jaime held him that time. “You like being at my mercy, don’t you?”
Fuck yes. He needed it.
“You don’t even care if you can breathe, as long as my cock is in you.”
At the words, Aleric felt another flood of slick in his hole. Quite a bit suddenly dripped out of his ass to hit the floor with a faintly audible, wet sound that he knew Jaime had heard.
“Whore.” He pulled out entirely, and thick ropes of saliva stretched from his cock to Aleric’s lips. “You need my dick in your mouth, don’t you?” Jaime slapped the wet shaft against his face.
“Yes, please,” gasped Aleric. “Fuck my whore throat. Please. Use me.”
“Keep watching yourself.”
Jaime guided his head that time, and sometimes, he didn’t force his dick in, so he had longer to breathe. Aleric had to watch himself while his eyes watered, drool streaked his chin, and Jaime used his mouth like that was his main purpose in his life. Aleric sucked and lapped at him, desperate to please him even though his ass ached to be filled.
Jaime pulled out and rubbed his cock all over Aleric’s face. “You’re covered in your own drool and slick. I’m not quite ready to cum just yet, so you’re going to stay on your knees and scoot over when I order you. Until then, stare at yourself. I want you to remember how filthy you look.”
Dear Elira. If Aleric had been allowed to touch himself, he would have already cum. Jaime crouched for a moment to kiss him.
“Are you still alright?”
More than all right. Just desperate to please him more and get off himself. “Yes. I want you to fuck my throat again.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Jaime went to sit on the bed while Aleric gazed at himself as told, feeling dirtier and more disgusting in the best possible way.He’d never imagined watching his mouth be used could be so arousing.
“Come here, slut, and suck me off. Watch your drippings.”
Aleric’s face burned as he turned and inched over on his knees, still holding his hands behind his back.
