Page 46 of Nothing To Lose
I snort, but also my cock twitches. Groaning, I look over at him with pleading eyes, only to realize he’s not looking at my face anymore. He's staring at my rock-hard dick.
Isaac crooks his finger in acome heremovement, and I obey. As soon as I'm within arm's length, he takes hold of my cock and guides me closer, right into his hot, wet mouth. My head falls back, my hands burrowing in his hair as he swallows me down all the way to the root. He pops off and looks up at me.
"Tell me," he says, then goes back to rendering me brainless.
"I… I… I think I like the idea of… mess.Unnghh."
Isaac moans around my cock, and I feel the vibration in my balls. He taps the inside of my thigh, and I widen my stance. Both of his hands get in on the action, one stroking around my base while the other rolls and tugs on my balls. A finger moves behind them and presses into my taint. The added pressure makes me gasp, and I almost come right there on the spot. Isaac pulls off me with a smirk, then pulls me down to kiss him. He scoots backwards on the bed and I follow him, moving over his body. His hard cock presses against my stomach, and I divert my attention to suck on it instead of his tongue.
He spreads himself out and allows me to lay between his thighs so I can get close to my favorite new toy. I think I like his even more than I like my own, if I'm being honest. I like that I can bring a man like Isaac Casey to his knees. He's big and powerful, but he's mine when I have him like this, and I can make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
His cock is beautiful. It juts up from his strong body, thick and proud and veiny in a way that makes my mouth water. There's a slight curve in it, and the mushroomed head is purple and wet with pre-cum. The notion that he's leaking for me makes me feel big and powerful, too.
I lick up the base, tracing the veins with my tongue, before taking it as far into my mouth as I can. He can take mine farther, so I try to go deeper the way he did with me. I gag a little, but keep trying.
A hand comes down to cup my face, massaging over my jaw with his thumb.
"You don't have to take it all at once, deep throating isn't a requirement."
"I want to make you feel good."
"You do, baby. You make me feel so good," he says, guiding my face back down. "Go slow, and do that thing with your tongue around the head.” I obey his request, and he bucks. “Nyghh,yeah like that. So fucking good." He takes the hand that isn't currently wrapped around his cock, and cool liquid drips over my fingers. A zing of excitement tingles all the way down my spine to my balls.
"Use your fingers to massage around my hole, then when you're ready, press against it with just one finger to start."
Mouth still full of cock, I nod as best I can and dip my hand between us. Isaac widens his legs a little to give me easier access, and my fingers trail up and down his crack. He seems to like the teasing, moaning when I rub small circles around his hole. I want to see what's happening, so I pull off his cock and look at where my fingers are, just as I press one inside. I think for a moment it won't give, but then the tip of my index finger pushes inside. His hole clenches and I watch in fascination as my finger slips in farther, to the first knuckle. It’s almost like he’s sucking me inside his body.
"Good," he breathes. "So good. Now move it around, crook your finger and feel around. It'll feel like—there.Fuck.That little nub right there.Unghh."
I stroke the spot. It feels like a rounded bulb of soft cartilage that's almost spongy when I press on it. When I move my finger in a beckoning motion, he clenches and moans and asks for more, but I don't know what he wants more of. I move my finger over the spot, rubbing it faster, slower, harder, until he tells me to add another finger. When I do, marveling at the way his body sucks me inside, I notice his cock twitches and spits out more pre-cum whenever I touch his prostate. Readjusting to take him in my mouth again, then find a rhythm with my fingers and mouth until he's rocking his hips and saying he's close.
I understand a few things a lot more clearly the moment he comes undone. One is that I've never wanted to put my cock anywhere more than I want to put it in his hot, tight ass and feel the way his muscles are clenching around my two fingers. I'm pretty sure it would strangle my dick, but it would be worth dying over…probably.
I'm also more aware of my own ass than I’ve ever been. I swear my hole is clenching with his, and I can feel a phantom pressure inside me that says,'here! touch me here!'. And there's the confirmation that I definitely like the mess, because there's so much of it that I can't swallow it all at once. It dribbles from the sides of my mouth and streams across his hips and I can't decide if I want to lick it all up like a cat or smear it all over myself. Maybe both.
More than anything, though, is the way it feels to make a man like Isaac Casey cry out in a guttural moan that I can feel in my toes.I did that.Imade him feel that.
Instinct has me continuing to massage that spot inside him until he stops clenching and pulsing. When I'm ready to pull my fingers out, I watch the way his hole closes in on itself, but stays open the slightest bit. How would it look after it had my cock in there? Would my cum drip out if I didn't use the condom?
The mental image is enough to make my cock jerk violently, and there's nothing I can do to stop the oncoming fountain. Because of the way I'm trying to pinch it off, cum sprays out of me and hits the back of Isaac's thigh, then another spurt paints his ass.
Then, well, the damage is done. In for a penny, in for a pound. So I push up to my knees and jerk myself through the rest of my orgasm, coming all over Isaac's ass. I'm breathless by the time it passes, hunched over between his legs, my eyes glued to the mess I just made.
I might never look him in the eye again. But the visual of his ass painted in my cum?
Yeah… that will live rent-free at the forefront of all my thoughts and memories for the rest of my life.
14
ISAAC
That… happened.
Holy fuck, that happened.
All I can do is stare at the ceiling and try to catch my breath.
That was probably the hardest I've ever come in my life, and then Tyler just… Fuckingpaintedme like a Jackson Pollock.
