Chapter 11
“You like sucking cock?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Would you like to suck mine? I’m hard for you, seeing you on your knees, giving in to me. I want to fuck your mouth, see your pretty lips stretched wide, drool caught in your beard.”
It was my turn to groan, and my dick got hard so fast, I actually hurt. I wanted to grab myself and alleviate the ache, but I didn’t dare. Instead, I nodded rapidly. “Yes. Please.”
“I love a boy who knows his manners. All right, then. You can put your mouth on me. Open my pants and take it out.”
I fumbled with his zipper, my fingers clumsy in my haste. But I got the jeans open, and his impressive bulge pressed against his black boxers. I was a little more careful as I found the opening and pulled his cock through. It was long and thick, red and hard, and I swear I could see the thick vein on the side pulsing. He was really big, but then again, most shifters were larger than average. I knew there was no way I’d be able to fit that in my mouth.
As I stared, I watched a bead of precome bead at the tip. Trey had said I could put my mouth on him, so I leaned forward just enough to get my tongue on his head and gave a tiny lick. His flavor hit my tongue, and I moaned. He tasted so good. Bitter and salty, but with a hint of something I couldn’t name.
“Go on, cub. Do a good job, and I’ll give you a reward.”
It was all the permission I needed. I loved having a cock in my mouth, and though I didn’t have a lot of experience, this was one thing I knew I was decently good at. I took the head into my mouth, sucking before running my tongue around the glans. With a little more effort, I pushed forward until the head hit the back of my throat, then pulled back slowly, sucking hard. After a moment, I lost myself in it, using every trick I could think of to bring him pleasure. My own dick went ignored as I sucked and laved, licked and kissed, nuzzled and nipped. Trey’s sounds of pleasure filled me, letting me know I was doing well. I redoubled my efforts, and didn’t even realize I was making “yummy” noises until Trey cupped my head and pulled me off, and the sounds abruptly stopped.
“You are so good at that,” he praised, rubbing my swollen, abused lips with his fingertips. “Put your right hand on my thigh.”
Confused, I did as he asked, then licked his cock again because, gods dammit, I wanted it back in my mouth. Trey chuckled.
“You really do like cock, don’t you, cub? And I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to fuck your mouth, and if you need me to stop, you tap my thigh twice. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I sounded breathy, and I didn’t care.
Trey didn’t wait. He shoved himself into my mouth, a little harder than I was expecting, then pulled back. He did it again and again, and I tried my hardest to pleasure him with my tongue, to make the suction strong when he pulled back. Then he pushed in, fast and hard, and his cockhead bumped the back of my throat. He whispered, “Breathe in,” and I barely caught a breath through my nose before he shoved again and his cock slipped down my throat, cutting off my air.
And he held me there.
I swallowed around him, milking his cock, even as my lungs started to burn and my eyes watered. But I kept my gaze fixed on his, taking it because he wanted me to. Just as I was about to tap out—I really needed to breath—he pulled out and I gasped, my lungs desperate for oxygen and my throat a little sore.
“Again?”
I whimpered a long moan. Trey’s chuckle was dark, full of heat, and he fucked back in. Again and again, every time taking me to the limit of my breath-holding capacity. And I lost time, only focused on his cock in my mouth and throat, swallowing and sucking. There was nothing but him and me, nothing but him in my mouth, and I was floating.
Trey’s hips jerked, lodging him just a bit more down my throat, and I choked as he pulled back. Cum hit my tongue and I fought to breathe and swallow as the rest of his orgasm landed on my lips and cheeks, catching and clumping in my beard. I would have sagged to the floor, spent and panting, if he hadn’t had such a firm hold on my head.