Chapter 20: whimpered with a monthful

Chapter Twenty: He whimpered With A Mouthful
Lucas POV
I kissed another of the purple splotches on his torso, licked my way to another, each time pressing my lips across a spot where he’d taken a beating during the game.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his body writhing beneath me as if I was treating him to the most sensual pleasure.
I kissed my way down his stomach, to the bruise on his hip bone and the one on his side, tasting the skin as I went.
“Thomas…please…” he begged. I knew we didn’t have much time. My phone call had wasted most of it. I also knew I wouldn’t need the condoms I’d brought with me. When he finally had me or gave me his ass, I didn’t want to be rushed.
“What do you want, Bashful? Tell me. I want to hear the words, otherwise I’m not going to do anything except make out with your body until you leave.” He chuckled, then cupped the back of my head, ran his fingers through my hair, and pushed me toward his groin. “Ticktock. We don’t have much time. Tell me.”
“Suck my dick,” Arnold replied, his voice hoarse with obvious need.
“So vulgar.”
“Use my cock to shut you up?” he countered, and damned if I didn’t laugh.
Stop making me like you. But really, I didn’t want him to stop.
I licked along the band of his underwear where it rested against his muscular stomach before moving down. I didn’t take them off, just nudged my face into his groin, breathed him in, and mouthed his cock and balls through the fabric. Arnold thrust up and pushed my head down at the same time.
“Please, fuck, I need your mouth.” He pushed harder, almost to the point where it hurt, while I rubbed my face all over him.
I knelt between his spread thighs, tugged his underwear off, and tossed them aside, then lifted my jersey up and slowly stroked my shaft.
“That is so goddamned hot, seeing you touch yourself while you’re wearing my number. I swear that’s gonna be imprinted on my brain for the rest of my life.”
I liked that, the thought of always owning a piece of him.
Arnold licked his lips, and I asked, “You want my cock too?”
“Fuck yes.”
I kept stroking as I said, “So spoiled. You always get your way. Slide down the bed some.” I lay on my side next to him, my face close to his groin and Arnold’s to mine. “This would be easier if I could take the jersey off.”
“It stays on,” Arnold replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. It made my dick twitch. Bossy Arnold was hot.
“If we get come on it, you have to buy me a new one,” I teased, then leaned in and took him deep into my mouth.
“Fuck!” Arnold thrust as if he hadn’t expected it. Sixty-nine wasn’t my favorite, but I knew he wanted my dick too, and Arnold had never done this with a man. I wanted him to have every experience.
I kept my legs spread, my cock bobbing as I blew his. He breathed for a moment, watching my mouth, and then his hand went around my shaft, followed by hot, wet suction. My hips automatically bucked forward, making him gag. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
He didn’t pull off me to reply. I looked down at him, at the blissed-out expression in his eyes as he sucked and stroked me. Definitely one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. It was as if Arnold was treasuring me, wanting to devour me because he couldn’t get enough of my dick in his throat.
I went down on him again. He tasted like soap, and I wished he tasted more like sweat. The taste of a musky man was sexy as hell.
I used one of my hands to ghost my fingers behind his balls. When he spread his legs wider, still not pulling away from my rod, I kept going until I brushed a finger over his asshole. Arnold lost his rhythm, making me stop.
“No, don’t stop. You can… I wanna feel that.” His face flamed red, and then he got back to work on my dick again, like he was starving and it was his favorite meal.
I sucked my finger, getting it nice and wet, then began blowing him again and letting my finger circle around his rim. I tapped it, pressed easy and slow, just pushing the tip inside before pulling it out again.
He whimpered with a mouth full of dick, so I did it again, teasing him, giving him a taste of what it was like to have something inside him that way, each time pushing in a little more. It would be better with lube, and I didn’t want him too uncomfortable, so it was just a preview, one I hoped would make him crave more.
My balls were full, and his were tight and high too. I could already tell when Arnold was about to come. I’d gotten him off with my mouth so often when he’d been at my place that I now noticed the jerkier movements of his hips and his increased breathing.
I gave him more of my finger and took his dick to the back of my throat, swallowing around it just as I thrust inside him. Arnold damn near convulsed as he shot his release down my throat in long, thick spurts. It was enough to make me unleash too, my orgasm taking over as I emptied my own balls into his mouth.
I fell onto my back, and then he was there, pushing himself over me, his tongue stroking mine as we kissed, and I tasted my load in his mouth, knowing he tasted his as well.
Fuck, I was so gone over him.
“I’ll buy you a hundred new jerseys. Maybe three hundred and sixty-five of them. One for every day of the year.” He laughed, rolled onto his back, and pulled me with him so I lay on top of him.
“I…”
He fingered my hair and brushed his thumb over my cheekbone. “I can’t stop doing this with you. God help me, but I can’t. As long as you’ll have me, I want you.”