Page 30 of Off the Rim
"Ashton—"
"Ever since you flashed your dick around in the locker room, and then said those words to me, it's all I can think about. I want to?—"
"Absofuckinglutely not. First of all?—"
"You can't pretend you don't like the idea," I say, looking pointedly at the rapidly swelling appendage tenting the front of his dark purple basketball shorts. Holy fuck that thing is huge.
Marcus snorts. "You look terrified." It's very obvious he doesn't hate it.
"I'm not afraid of a little challenge."Big challenge. Big, big challenge. Fuck.
"I don't believe for a second that?—"
His words cut off with a short intake of air when my mouth presses to his bulge, mouthing and blowing hot hair over his shaft until there's a wet spot and he's fully hard. His hands grip my hair tightly. When it seems like he's not going to punch me or push me away, I bring my hands up to the waistband of his shorts, tugging the elastic down enough that his fat, bulbous cockhead peeks out, purple and weeping with pre-cum. Leaning forward, I lick the fluid off his tip, my eyes rolling back at the burst of his flavor on my tongue. It's salty with the slightest edge of bitterness. I immediately lap up more like I'm savoring the flavor profile of a fine wine. It's not enough though, I need more.
"You like it," Marcus says, his voice low, husky, and with an edge of surprised curiosity. "You think sucking my dick is going to make it all better, but it won't."
"I still want it."
"I'm not sure you do, Princess. Because I won't take it easy on you."
With the confidence of a man who's done this many, many times before, I yank his shorts down violently. His cock, thick and heavy, bobs between us. Spitting in my palm, I wrap myhand around the base and pump him, getting a feel for just how long and wide he is. I marvel in every inch of him, licking and stroking him, measuring the weight and girth with my hand and mouth.
"Uh-uh," Marcus growls, removing his cock from my grasp and pointing it towards me. "I'm not playing around out here where we can get caught. If you're going to take it, you better open that big fucking mouth.
Fucking Christ. I groan like I'm being paid for my performance, shivers electrifying all of my erogenous zones without ever being touched.
The head of his cock is at my lips before I can even part them. Marcus pushes inside, slowly but firmly, and I think I must look like a snake unhinging its jaw. I take him so far back in my throat that I surprise myself. My eyes are watering, and my jaw already hurts from how widely it's being forced open, but I don't gag when he hits the back of my throat. I assumed I'd gag, worried that I'd embarrass myself or give away that I have no reason to act as confidently as I have. Because I've definitely never tried to swallow an anaconda whole before. I haven't sucked a dick before. I've had my dick sucked plenty of times, by both women and men, and I've been impressed by people that didn't gag, or did and kept going. So I'm feeling pretty full of myself.
Until Marcus pulls out and shoves back in in one fluid moment, pushing even harder into the back of my throat.
"That's right, Princess. Take it. Take it all."
Fuck.My hands grip his thighs, but I don't make any real attempt to stop him. I don't want him to stop. I have an all-encompassing urge to prove myself to him, as if taking hiswhole cock would make me worthy of his forgiveness. Not that it would, and not that he'd give it to me.
What he gives me is a tonsil beating, increasing the pace of his thrusts, holding my head steady while he uses my mouth. He's grunting and cursing. I'm moaning and sputtering, sucking in breaths through my nose. There's drool and snot and tears running down my face, and Marcus stares down at me like it's pissing him off that I'm not failing or giving up. I gaze up at him defiantly, both aroused and afraid of what he'll do. My cock is hard and aching, begging to be released and touched. Releasing my grip on one thigh, I drop my hand to my lap and palm my erection through my shorts. A deep moan turns into a gruntedgyukas Marcus' cock pushes so far into my throat, I feel him slip past my swallowing reflex.
"Fucking hell, Ashton. Jesus."
So far, I haven't been able to determine if I really like this. Despite being harder than I've ever been in my life, it's not particularly pleasurable for me, actually it's pretty uncomfortable and hurts a little. But the look of awe on his face, when he forgets to be angry and is just marveling at how I take him, is enough to make me want to let him face fuck me every day for the rest of our lives.
Marcus' hand wraps around the base of my head, palming it like a ball while he alternates fucking my throat in slow, long thrusts, and short, hard ones. His head tips back, and he lets out a shuddery breath. I squeeze my cock through my shorts, trying to stave off from busting in my shorts at merely being used like this. Finally, I give up and put my hand inside my shorts, pulling my cock out. Wiping some of the drool from my chin, I use it to jerk myself while Marcus takes my throat.
The sounds we're making in this shadowy corner, where we're barely hidden from sight, are salacious. There's the wet sounds of my breathing and the squelch of my stretched mouth, the soft smack of Marcus' balls hitting my chin, his soft grunts, heavy breaths, and deep moans, thefap fap fapof me jacking myself, and the repeated involuntarygyuk gyuk gyukof my throat being pushed to its limits.
It’s all too much, and I tip over the edge. My eyes screw up tight as the force of my orgasm rushes over me. I gag hard on a shout that’s muffled on a thick cock, and cum splashes against the brick wall behind Marcus’ legs.
"I'm tired of hearing you talk shit at school and with the team," Marcus growls. "From now on, the only thing of mine that should be on your tongue, is what I put there." He pulls out, stroking his drool and pre-cum drenched cock in long, hard tugs. "Do you fucking understand me?"
My voice abandons me as I rasp for breath. All I can do is nod.
"Good, now stick out that filthy tongue."
I do as he says, wide eyed and trembling, opening my mouth wide and sticking out my tongue. Marcus grunts out a curse, and then a hot spurt of cum lands on the corner of my mouth and across my cheek. The next paints my tongue, then drips down my throat as Marcus moves in closer, jerking off directly inside my mouth. I'm not sure what he wants me to do with it, so I hold it in my mouth and wait for instruction.
But none comes. Breathing heavily, Marcus stares at me wide-eyed, like he just woke from some kind of trance. Then he tucks himself back into his shorts and walks away as fast as possible.
Falling back on my heels, I stay on the ground until I can't feel the soreness of my knees digging into the concrete. The tears of my exertion dry on my face, along with my snot and Marcus' cum that has dripped down my chin and onto the front of my uniform. Coach is definitely going to notice the mess on my jersey. Since it's ruined anyway, I pull my shirt up to wipe at my face, suddenly feeling freaked out by what just happened. Not so much that I sucked him off, because I had been thinking about it almost constantly since that day outside the Sports Complex. Maybe since before then, if I'm being honest with myself.
