Chapter 36: Chapter 36: R18(3)
He didn’t tease. He dove down, his hot, wet mouth latching onto Lance’s right nipple with a brutal, perfect suction.
Oh, fuck.
The sensation was electric, a direct line of pure, sharp pleasure that zipped straight to Lance’s cock.
He cried out, his back bowing off the bed. Ansel sucked hard, his tongue swirling roughly over the tight peak, then scraping it with his teeth.
The mix of sting and deep, pulling pressure was exquisite, and Lance’s hips began to piston helplessly against the air, his cock leaking onto his stomach.
"Yes... fuck, yes, just like that... suck it, please..." Lance babbled, one hand flying to tangle in Ansel’s hair, not to push him away, but to hold him there, to beg for more.
Ansel switched to the other nipple, giving it the same devastating attention, biting and licking until Lance was sobbing with overstimulation, his whole chest a map of fiery, sensitized nerve endings.
Every pull of Ansel’s mouth made his balls draw up tighter, his orgasm coiling low and urgent in his gut.
Ansel released the nipple with a wet, obscene pop. "Look at you. Your fucking chest is a mess. My mess." He leaned back, his gaze raking over Lance’s trembling form. "You’re so close already, aren’t you? Just from my mouth on your tits."
"Yes.." Lance gasped. "God, yes, Ansel, I’m so close. Please, I need... I need to come."
Ansel’s eyes gleamed. He shoved his own pants and briefs down just enough to free his thick, already-hard-again cock. He gripped the base, giving himself a rough stroke. "I want to ruin that pretty, bruised hole of yours, but you can’t take it today, can you?"
Lance shook his head, a frantic, needy motion. "It’s... it’s still sore. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I want it, I do, but..."
"Shut up.." Ansel said, but there was no real heat in it.
He moved, hooking his hands under Lance’s thighs and yanking him down the bed, then pushing his legs up and apart.
"We’ll use these instead. These perfect, tight fucking thighs..."
He spat into his palm, slicking his cock, then did the same over the crease where Lance’s thigh met his groin. The cold shock of it made Lance jerk.
Then Ansel was pressing the thick head of his cock into that warm, muscular valley, nestling it tight against Lance’s balls and taint.
"Squeeze your legs together.." Ansel commanded, his voice a rough rasp.
Lance brought his thighs together, clamping them around Ansel’s shaft. The feeling was incredible, the hot, velvet-iron weight of him, the slide of his own skin, the intimate pressure so close to where he really wanted it.
"Fuck.." Ansel hissed, and he began to move.
It was a rough, frantic rhythm. Ansel fucked the tight clasp of Lance’s thighs, his hips pistoning, his groin grinding against Lance’s sensitive perineum with every forward thrust.
The friction was maddening, incredible. Lance’s own cock bounced against his stomach, smearing pre-cum everywhere.
"You feel that?" Ansel grunted, his pace increasing. "You feel how fucking hard I am for you? For your body? I’m gonna use every part of you, Lance. Every. Fucking. Part."
Lance was incoherent, his own hand flying back to his cock, stroking in a wild, mismatched rhythm to Ansel’s thrusts.
The combined sensations, the pounding pressure on his taint, the visual of Ansel’s cock sliding through his thighs, the rough glide of his own fist...were too much.
"Ansel... I’m gonna... I’m gonna..."
"Do it.." Ansel snarled, his thrusts becoming punishing, erratic. "Cum all you want. I’m not stopping you..."
The command shattered him.
Lance’s orgasm ripped through him with a force that stole his breath. His cock pulsed in his hand, and then, with a guttural shout, a hot gush of fluid erupted from him, not just thick strands of cum, but a transparent jet that splashed over his hand, his stomach, and the base of Ansel’s still-pumping cock.
He was squirting.
It kept coming, a second, weaker wave soaking the sheets beneath him, a warm flood of release.
Ansel watched, mesmerized, his hips stuttering. "Look at that.." he breathed, awe and lust mingling in his voice. "You fucking ruined yourself. I didn’t know I bagged a squirter as well.." The sight seemed to push him over the edge.
With a final, brutal grind against Lance’s spent body, he pulled his cock from between Lance’s thighs.
But he wasn’t done.
In one fluid motion, he knelt over Lance’s head, his heavy balls brushing Lance’s chin. He gripped his cock, aimed it, and without a word, shoved it deep into Lance’s open, panting mouth.
Lance’s eyes flew wide, but he instantly relaxed his throat, taking him in, the bitter-salty taste of his own release mixing with Ansel’s pre-cum.
Ansel fucked his throat with short, deep, possessive strokes, his fingers once again tangling in Lance’s hair, holding him perfectly in place.
"Take it..." Ansel groaned, his thighs trembling. "Swallow my fucking load. You begged for a creampie you can’t have, so you’ll get it here instead. In your greedy little throat."
Lance moaned around the intrusion, the vibrations making Ansel curse. He could feel Ansel’s cock swell, the veins throbbing against his tongue.
He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard, begging without words for that final surrender.
Ansel’s control snapped.
He drove into the hilt, his pelvis flush against Lance’s face, and held there.
A hot, pulsing flood filled Lance’s mouth.
He swallowed convulsively, once, twice, a third time, taking every last drop as Ansel shuddered above him.
When Ansel finally pulled out, he was spent, breathing heavily.
He looked down at Lance, who was on his back, lips swollen and wet, cheeks flushed, eyes dazed and hazy with post-orgasmic bliss and submission.
Ansel used his thumb to wipe a stray droplet from the corner of Lance’s mouth.
"Good.." he said, his voice hoarse. "So fucking good." He glanced at Lance’s soft, spent cock, lying in the mess of their combined releases. A cruel, tender smile touched his lips.