Chapter 57: Driving me Crazy

Alan's POV

I imitated his movement, my body shudders on him as his tighten his grip around my hair.

His urgency made him wild as he took one hand and grappled my neck, not hard but I couldn't digest anything.

The aching tension between us  built as his warm, calloused man’s hand enfolded my staggering cock.

His touch provoked a cry in me.

"I'd treat like the whore you are" he grin and I moan loudly, literally screaming as i almost took out my mouth but I slap landed on my face again.

He dragged his dick from my mouth and then stepped aside. He then released me from the chair and my legs slide over the chair, weakly to the ground.

I was paralyzed as my head fell on his stomach, my arms around his hip as I gasp for air.

However, he pulled me away and squat to me position.

"I want you to run baby boy, run for me" he said in a low seductive tone but I shook my head, weak.

"Now!" He ordered and like I was remote controlled, I jerked up from the chair and began to race around the room while he watches.

Then I heard his footsteps behind me, playfully making an effort to catch me which ignites the fun.

I felt refresh like I was having a morning drill or night drill I couldn't tell because the room had dim light.

It felt like a lover race as each attempt of him trying to catch me makes me avoid him.

I laugh as this was so amazing, as though he wanted me to get energetic for his next section.

I laugh as it was exciting, he made me happy and for the first time, I wish I met him first.

"Never knew you were a good runner" he complimented and I waved my hands at him, blushing.

I wish to talk but he had restricted my voice. Well, unfortunately, I crashed into the couch and tumbled over it. 

I rolled away a moment before Darius would have landed on him.

"Ha! I'd catch you Alan!" He growled and I shaked my body, my butt at him. When he almost grabbed me, I moved away, teasing him.

I ran over the bed, aiming for the table to get it between us, but Darius just vaulted the table, knocking me into the wall, and we fell to the floor in a tangle. 

My heart beats fast as I  tried to crawl away but felt darius’s fingers worm through my hair and tighten with a wonderful sting. 

A moment later I felt his weight on my back. He pulled my head back and slid his other hand from my stomach, up his chest, and around his throat.

“I told you I catch you,” he purred in my ear.

I tried to answer but I was having trouble forming words. 

I rolled over and tried to pitch him off, but Darius just let me roll under him. 

A brief scramble later and he pinned my hands above my head again, sitting on my chest.

His eyes taring down at me with a hungry grin as his hair cascaded around both our faces like a curtain.

“Ah, poor boy, do you think you could escape?”

“I…um…” I tried to form coherent thoughts as Darius rocked slowly back and forth on my stomach. 

All I could see was his face above mine. He smelled wonderful, lavender with a hint of motor oil and Hoppe’s.

In a last ditch effort I tried to buck him off, but he rode the motion and then lunged down, biting my neck, hard. 

I gasped in pain and pleasure, breathing fast and hard. 

Darius felt the slight relaxation in my body that meant I was still excited but done resisting. 

Slowly he let go of my neck and moved his mouth to my ear.

“Good boy.” He felt my shudder run through me and smiled.

I stretched on the ground as he glides on me, my butthole sucking him in as heat heads on our face.

A quivery awareness brew inside me as I writhe and when he let go of my arms, he laid on me and I wrapped my legs once again on his waist, moving erotically on the cold floor.

My sultry more poured out the urgency of my need and want. My body so hot that I couldn't accommodate him any longer.

My butthole grows sour from his constant banging. I was fucking such he'd make a gigolo never getting tired.

Our rapid, shallow breaths as he was driving me crazy with every thrust.

"Ooo Alan, only you can appease me"

The way he says it, like he wanted me every day, I was buried in his warmth.

When would he allow me to fuck him fully, non-stop like he was doing to me?

I just wanted to prove to him I could also fuck as bad as he could. He slowly pulled out and we both growl wildly, laughing at ourselves.

He rolls over and lies on his back. 

I rest my head on his shoulder as he plays with my hair. The two of us lay down together for a long time, perfectly content with the silence.

He then rolled his face at me. Our exchanged minty breath as that gaze was intense.

"Alan, don't get scared, I'd be right beside you, you're all that matters to me now" he said and I gave him a broad smile.

"I might ghost you... I'm intoxicated" I reminded when I literally knew we just fucked hard.

"You're a tough one huh!" He muses and perk my nose with his lips.

I giggled as he wrapped me in his arms. Yeah, I'd be a tough one when its dawn.

I wish not to forget this moment, to have me around me just as he had said.

"Hey, your body needs rest, sleep" he beckons and i smiled, inhaled deeply and closed my eyes.

However, I didn't feel his presence again, a few minutes when I had shut my eyes.