Page 25 of Bound By Ink

“Holy… fucking… shit,” he pants.

“Yeah, you fucking like that, huh?” I drive and pummel into him. His fist slides quicker over his shaft. His ass tightens, gripping me, trying to milk me for every drop of cum I have, but I don’t fall, not yet. My dick disappears into his ass as my hips collide with his cheeks. I rip myself out of him, my long, thick cock sheathed with the condom glistening back at me. I bite down on my lip.

“Fuck, your ass was made for fucking.”

“Oh, shit… Oh fucking sh…” he gasps out. “Killer, fuck, right there, fuck, yeah, fucking hell. You motherfucker,” he screams, his hips pulsing as jets of cum spurt forward, decorating the tile. His shoulders sag, but I keep fucking him, his hand slaps against the wall as I follow with my own orgasm. I grip his hips tighter, careening over the edge, thrusting into the heat of his body as the water starts to cool.

I grit my teeth as I come, shooting into the condom before letting him go. His knees wobble, and mine shake, but I wrap one arm around his waist and plant my other on the wall, holding us both up as we pant. Silence spreads through the bathroom as the water beats down colder, the steam dissipating. The cool water against my skin makes me groan, and I rest my head on his shoulder.

We stay like that, in a semi-awkward silence, just panting before I tilt my hips back, groaning a little as the cold air hits my dick. When I pull out of him, letting him stand on his own, I reach down and tug the condom off. I tie the neck of it and step back, letting the water hit me. Wrapping my hand around my sensitive dick. I give it a quick rinse under the water before climbing out, tossing the condom in the bin.

I snatch a towel and turn to him, confusion painting his face, but I nod at the tap. He turns it off before I toss him the towel, snatching the other one for myself, scrubbing my hair with it as I walk from the bathroom. In the bedroom, I slip it around my hips and lie down on the bed, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. My gaze flicks to the bathroom. It takes him a while to come out, and he stands there looking a little unsure of himself. I nod at the side of me. “Do you have to rush off?”

He shakes his head and walks around the bed, the towel wrapped higher on his waist as he climbs onto the bed and sits against the headboard.

“Do you come here often?” he asks, and I chuckle.

“If that’s your pickup line, it’s a little late after I’ve already been balls-deep in ya ass.”

He huffs at me, but I shrug. He doesn’t need to know I’m no virgin. He’s not the first person I’ve brought here,and he certainly doesn’t need to know he won’t be the last. I flick through the channels, his gaze searing into the side of my face. I smirk as I turn to look at him.

“Just say it.”

“What?”

“Whatever the fuck you’re thinking, because I can hear the fucking cogs turning from here.”

“I just…”

I don’t push if he ain’t got the balls to ask for what he wants, it’s no great hardship, I’ll take what I want, and if he likes it, then that’s ok. If he doesn’t, the pussy should have spoken up and asked.

I settle on an American sitcom. The voices trickle around the room, and I rest my eyes, flipping my arm behind my head and the other on my stomach. His weight shifts on the bed. His fingers slip across my towel, peeling back the fluffy fabric. His hand slides around my cock, and he gently works it back and forth. I crack open an eye, staring at him.

“It’s cold in here.” I reach down, resting my heavy hand on the back of his head and pushing him towards my thickening cock. “Warm it with your fucking mouth,” I groan as his tongue flicks out and licks the head. “Don’t be shy, handsome, introduce my dick to the back of your throat.” He glares up at me, but the smirk that spreads across his face is pure lust. He licks up my length before wrapping his grip firmer around my shaft, twisting as his lips slide over my tip. He nips at my foreskin, tugging it gently, but I push his head harder, and when his eyes meet mine, I grin.

“I wanna hear you choke on me.” His eyes widen a fraction, but I’m already thrusting my hips into his face asI push down, crushing his throat between the two. He gags, and I groan, the sensation taut across my dick. The way his throat expands before contracting around me again, before I allow him to pull back. He gasps, and I steel my gaze on his.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?” Before he can nod, I buck towards him. He opens his mouth, gagging when I drive my hips higher. He lurches back, throwing himself onto his back as he coughs.

“You fucking cunt,” he chokes out. “The fuck you do that for?”

“Because I can.” I grin at him. I grab the towel, ripping it open and wrapping my hand around his hard dick. His chest rises and falls, his eyes staring into mine. “I don’t hear you complaining.” He’s thinking about it, but he obviously resigns himself to the fact I don’t give a shit either way. I pump his shaft a couple of times before I flop onto my back, lean over and grab a condom from the bedside table. I slip it over the end of my dick and grin over at him, nodding to my shaft.

“Jump on, love.” I wink at him, and he chuckles. He sits up, climbs to his knees, and straddles my hips.

“You’re really bossy, ya know.”

I shrug because… And? After huffing out, he rises to his knees. I grip his hip and take my dick in my free hand, resting it against his ass, winking at him, and slowly lowering him. My toes curl, gripping the covers as he descends my dick, millimetre by painfully slow millimetre, until all my length is buried so deep inside him that he’s gasping for air.

“Shit, your cock’s massive.”

“I know,” I smirk up at him. “Make sure you don’t neglect any of it. Now, fucking ride me like you stole me.”

“You’re a fucking ass.”

“And I’m in yours, so use me like a fucking joystick.” I slap his ass, and he yelps. His hips start to rock, but he’s gasping and groaning under the slightest movement.

“Fuck, it’s too big like this,” he moans, trying to lift off me, but I grip his hips, my fingers digging in as I focus on his face.