Page 75 of Chokehold
Blaise stops sucking as I press the tip of my finger through the tight hole of his ass, his cock pulsing beside my face, dying for another mouth to fill.
For being with Jackson not long ago, he’s tight. Really fucking tight. Unless he was the topper?
The thought pisses me off, and I shove my finger to the first knuckle and smirk at the way his muscles all bunch and his groan echoes around us.
I keep my finger there, pulsing it in bit by bit, gentle, slow thrusts as I take his cock back into my mouth and start sucking him off again.
I freeze as he grabs my hip. He must’ve gotten himself out of the shoelace, but instead of fighting me off, he’s tugging my pants fully down to my thighs and matching the way I suck his dick.
We fall into a rhythm while I fuck his throat and finger his ass. He chokes, I choke. He gags, I gag. He thrusts, I thrust.
I nearly blow my load on his tongue as he copies me, not giving me any time to adjust as he thrusts a finger into my ass as he takes me deep into his throat.
I mutter a “fuck” against his dick and silently beg him to push his finger in more, to add another, to suck me harder. So I do it all to him. I pummel his ass with my middle finger, fast and hard, filling the woods with gasps and moans and curses until he tenses all over and explodes into my mouth without any warning.
I drink every drop like I’m a man possessed while he scrapes his teeth on my dick and keeps releasing. It’s like coming makes him hornier, and he ravishes my dick, his saliva dripping onto my ass.
His dick pulses until it’s spent, and I release it from my mouth and pull my finger free, gritting my teeth with how good his mouth feels. His tongue slides against each inch as he bobs his head.
Blaise pops my cock out of his mouth and replaces his finger with his tongue and…fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
His tongue slides around my rim and punches the tip into the tight hole, spreading my cheeks to open me for his mouth. He licks at me, forcing his tongue in more, and eats my ass while he adjusts our position. He drags me to my knees and licks and sucks at my ass from behind, until his hands find their way in front, one fisting my dick and the other grabbing my balls and massaging them.
I’m supposed to be the one in charge right now – he should be submitting to me. And now I’m on all fours with someone I claim to hate, who’s devouring my ass while making me feel so many different things at once.
“Fuck, Blaise,” I groan. “Keep going.”
He listens, stroking me faster, massaging my balls while tongue-fucking me until I drop my head into the dirt and give in to my temptations. I let the orgasm wrap around my balls and shoot up my spine, to blur my vision and tighten my ass while my muscles tense all over, and I come like I’ve never released before.
Blaise cups the head of my dick while I pulse each drop out, burying my forehead into the branches beneath me until I’m completely spent.
Then his tongue vanishes, his touch too, and I turn and push him away, so he falls on his back. I go to hit him, because what else am I supposed to do? But I stop with my fist in the air as Blaise brings his cupped hand to his mouth and rubs it over his mouth, my cum dripping from his lips. “Mmmm,” he hums.
I gulp, my mouth growing dry again as I watch him taste me. I love the sight, and it only pushes me to go to him again. Grabbing his jaw, I line our softening cocks together, thrusting against him even though we’re far from getting hard again.
My mouth falls on his before I can even think about it, forcing my tongue into his mouth. Instead of refusing, Blaise lets me take his bottom lips between my teeth and rip the skin. He moves his hips up to rub our cocks together as I suck on his tongue, needing more.
I need so much more that I can’t have.
He kisses me back, and it turns into a frenzy of tongues and lips and rubbing dicks. His hand flies up to fist the hair at the back of my head, devouring each other like he knows who I am.
He doesn’t.
The thought makes me freeze.
Blaise isn’t kissing me. He’s kissing someone else.
I’m not Cole.
I sink my teeth into his lip one final time, making sure it hurts enough to make him pull away and wipe blood from his mouth.
Getting off him, I pull up my pants and grab the hoodie and mask, quickly sliding them on while Blaise lies there, panting, confused, hard again.
I shake my head at myself and pull out another cigarette, lifting the tree branch I dropped beside him. Blaise would be able to hold up against me in a fist fight. He’s not a pussy. So the only way to end this is to swing the branch at his head and knock him out.
And I leave him in the woods for the second time, hating myself for not being able to be me.
