Chapter 25
As I watch, Delfino squats before me, the same way he did with Hank. But he doesn’t just swallow my dick whole—no, he takes his time, pressing his face into my crotch and breathing in deep my scent. Giving me my money’s worth, I suspect. With one hand, he fondles my balls and strums along the underside of my cock; with the other, he rubs between my thighs, over sensitive skin, to rim my puckered ass.
My knees go weak when his fingernail scrapes across my hole. “Jesus,” I gasp, gripping the side of the stall behind me with both hands to stay on my feet.
Delfino smiles into the kinked hair at the base of my shaft. “Like that?” he purrs, his breath ticklish on my overheated skin.
My voice is as wobbly as my legs. “God, yes.”
His tongue licks out again, this time connecting with my bare flesh. I watch as he uses the tip to trace the veins standing out along my cock, following them from the root all the way to the flared head. He licks under the bulb, tonguing the slit, then opens wide and takes me into his mouth. Suddenly my dick is thrust into the hot, wet chamber and I feel his tongue working along my length as I thrust gently into him. The tip of my dick bumps against the roof of his mouth, and his cheeks suck in as he works at me. In, out, the same way he did with Hank. One hand on my balls, one farther back, and his lips and tongue and teeth in a harmonious symphony drawing me towards climax.
Then he pulls back, letting my slick cock slip from between his lips, and at the same moment, the finger between my legs breaches my ass with a quick burn of pleasure.
I can’t hold back. I shoot my load right in his face, one quick rush of delight that rockets through me and is over before I even realize it.
Delfino looks up at me, brows and eyelashes beaded with white droplets. Come streaks his cheeks and lips. “Oh God,” I sigh, embarrassed I didn’t last as long as I’d hoped. Hell, that had to be the quickest four bucks I’d ever lost. “Delfino, I’m…jeez, you’re a mess. I’m so sorry.”
With the hem of my shirt, I wipe at his face, but he laughs and pushes my hands away. He uses his sleeve to rub off most of the mess, then pulls himself up to stand beside me. He’s so close, I feel the heat radiating off him like an oven in the summer, and the way he’s angled his hips pushes his groin against my leg. I feel his hard cock through his jeans, and despite my early ejaculation—or maybe because of it—I still want more. I want him.
Pressing into me, Delfino murmurs, “Don’t tell me that was it.”
“I hope it wasn’t.” I don’t look at him directly—instead, I stare at the bulge below his belt and wonder if he’d let me touch it. Let me see it. Let me…
As if he reads my mind, he takes my still semi-erect cock in one hand and begins to stroke it slowly. The feeling is heaven, pure and simple. I want to melt into him, let him do with me what he will, let him have his way. “It’s no big deal,” he’s saying, his soft voice soothing in the growing shadows. “Everyone jumps the gun now and then. All we have to do is reload and see if you can’t aim a little better next time.”
His hands are relaxing on my body, comforting. I lean against his shoulder and stare at his lips, wanting to taste them but not daring to ask. Would they taste like me? My juices flavoring their fullness, my spunk on his breath? Softly, so softly I’m not even sure I’ve spoken out loud, I whisper, “Take me.”
He gives me a quick look from the corner of his eye. “Where?”
I reach out and touch the front of his jeans. “Here,” I say, tugging at the fly. The buttons pop open almost on their own, as if under the weight of his eager dick. “That’s what I really want. The way you and Hank were at it.”
“We’re getting there,” he assures me, giving my cock a gentle squeeze.
But I pluck at his belt buckle and shake my head. “No, I want you in me. Will you…can we do that?”
With a shrug, he admits, “It’s your money.” Then he releases me and takes a step back, shucking off his pants in the process. His briefs follow suit, exposing that thick, fat cock of his, already standing at attention, eager for my touch.