Page 6 of His Dirty Obsession
“I want to taste it, Ben.” He dropped to his knees, still holding on to my cock. He pulled the foreskin back and licked the tip. “Mmm, tastes good.”
He licked again, finally taking the tip into his mouth, tonguing the slit before popping the head into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, saliva dripping down his chin and onto his chest, mingling with the smattering of dark hair.
He looked filthy and debauched, and I loved it.
Slowly, he slid down my length, taking every inch until his nose nestled in my pubes.
Fuuuccckkk!
That took talent, one that Dick took seriously. His eyes became wide as his nostrils flared, trying to take a breath.
He looked up at me, but I knew he wouldn’t pull off. He loved for me to choke him with my cock and would wait until the last possible moment, his eyes rolling to the back of his head before he’d release me and take a much-needed breath.
He did this several times, bringing me to the edge. Every. Single. Time.
I closed my eyes and leaned back against the chair, using it for support; one of Richard’s hands was on my arse, preventing me from moving away, the other furiously working his own dick. This was going to be a quick and dirty session.
I’d sworn I would not do this, but I was weak.
And damn if I didn’t picture Xavier on his knees in front of me, doing the exact same thing.
Richard and I must have been in the zone because neither one of us heard the door.
A noise to my left and my eyes flew open, meeting Xavier’s stormy grey eyes.
Shit!
I opened my mouth to speak, to apologise, to push Richard off, but a subtle shake of his head made me wonder just what was going on inside there.
His eyes drilled into mine, pupils expanding as he watched, enraptured by the scene playing out in front of him. He licked his lips, his hand reaching down to his jeans, adjusting his obvious arousal. He’d never given any indication he was gay; it’d been just my lustful hope that he was, that he’d want me as much as I wanted him.
Until now, he’d been my dirty obsession. Perhaps I could be his too.
Chapter 3
Ben
Myorgasmbarrelledthroughme like a freight train. I wasn’t sure if it was the thought of Xavier watching or that Richard was just that good, but as I shuddered, a cry left my mouth. I closed my eyes involuntarily, savouring the moment, spurt after spurt filling his mouth.
“Oh, God. Yes. Oh, God.” My knees buckled, and I sank into the chair behind me, feeling the cool air as Richard released me. I finally opened my eyes to see him come. He bit his lip and grunted, and I couldn’t help but feel some satisfaction as rivulets of my spunk ran down his chin.
I looked over to the left to see what Xavier was doing, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Had I imagined him? Was it my imagination running wild that had made me think he was there?
I knew it wasn’t. He’d stood there, bold as brass, watching me as I watched him.
If this morning had been embarrassing, well, this was just as bad, and I didn’t know how I was going to face him later on.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Richard stood.
“Not quite what I had in mind,” he said, clutching his now limp dick and cum in his hand.
“What were you expecting? It’s never been more than this,” I answered him, surprised at his tone.
He grabbed some kitchen paper and wiped himself down.
“I don’t know, Ben. Something more than a quick blowjob.”
