he's all yours tonight, and it feels alright, cause he's nice and tight
TItle: Jack'n'cock
Pairing: pick one! :D
Disclaimer: none needed, i don't think?
Summary: PWP, shameless boysex that starts with some Whiskey.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, some D/s themes, spanking.
AN: this is what happens when i'm frustrated at home and don't want to sleep.
The amber cool liquid splashed down his chest, driving my thirst, both sexual and physical, to unparalleled levels. I longed to taste the spicy heat of the whiskey now pooling in his naval, longed to drink in the sweet moans he made every time i ran my tongue across his body. As I straddled his thighs, letting our erect cocks nudge at one another, I could feel the fine tremors that ran through us both, and would not deny satisfaction. My smooth tongue darted out as his hand grabbed a handful of my already disheveled hair, perhaps to keep me from teasing him. Hell no. I wanted to taste every inch of his muscled body, liquor adding a forbidden spice.
As I moved lower, his hand tightened and his hips bucked, a response that only made me grin as I dragged my mouth along his pelvis.
"But baby, there ain't no Jack on your dick." I tilted my head up to meet his lust blown eyes with my own wicked grin.
The hand on my head gripped tight enough to hurt, accompanied with a growl. Sometimes it's just fun to tease him because I know he'll get animalistic. I laugh lowly and place my lips around his hard cock, swiping my tongue across the moist head. Hmm, better than whiskey, the bitter taste of desire. As he moans, I slowly move my lips down the shaft, taking my time to devour every inch I could, memorizing every reaction to my ministrations that he had. I run a hand down to grip my own dick, but moan sadly as his hand slaps mine away. No play for me until he gives it. Of course, this makes me even harder.
My hand grips the base, but moves to cup full balls, enjoying the "Fuck yeah baby" that spill from his lips. I practically purr as his previously rough hand now caresses my head, cupping my hollowed cheeks. I travel back up his cock, grazing my teeth along the bottom edge, knowing that his hips would buck right as I got to the flanged head. I grunt as he does, mouth filling completely with his erection. As his hips drop back down, I suck hard at the tip. Again, I know what's going to happen, and it fills me with pure lust.
My wish comes true as his hand pulls my hair up and away from his body, his other hand forcing my body off of his and onto the bed next to him. Within a second, he's straddling me, except I'm face down on the bed, limbs splayed wantonly. His hand caresses my ass before giving it a nice stinging slap.
"Lil' tease, you are."
'Course, masochistic me responds with "hey, you got your dick sucked, didn't you?"
His only answer is another slap. Then another, and another until I'm groaning and pushing myself against him, obscenely begging for more. I can feel his cock sitting against the curve of my butt and damned if I didn't want it somewhere more useful.
"Fuck me, please just fuck me now."
Guess he wanted to give me a taste of my own medicine, "Yeah? You want me to fuck that tight little ass, all nice cherry red now? How bad do you want it baby?" His fingers ghosted along his own reddened fingerprints, sending shivers straight down my spine.
"Please! So much, I want you so much baby! Fill me up with that cock. Give me all of it."
"Alright, my impatient lil' whore." He chuckled darkly and swiped his hands down to my hole. I tried to push up against the intrusion of his digits, but his legs kept me pinned to the sheets. "Such a slut, yeah babe."
I could only make incoherent noises and writhe as he slowly worked me open for his sizable prick. Distracted enough not to notice the bottle, I jumped and gasped as cool gel hit my asshole. He worked it in, perhaps taking too much pleasure in watching me squirm and try to form words.
Finally, it rushed out of my mouth, "Fuckmealreadygoddammit!"
And he did. With one hard push, he was all the way in to the hilt and I was gasping at his girth, body working overtime to get used to feeling so full. Then he hit the spot and we were lost amid a cloud of muttered swears, whimpers, and the slap of flesh-on-flesh.
He grabbed my hips and pulled back with enough force to bring me to all fours, letting my own momentum carry me back fully onto his cock, hitting my hidden gland with the force of a freight train, then angled himself to drive the most brutal pace into my ass. I began crying out with every thrust, giving him the signal that I was so close to coming hard.
A hand removed itself from my hip, only to grip my own aching cock as his voice growled in my ear "Not yet whore, I decide when you come."
"Please!" My head thrown back in ecstasy, I would do anything at that moment for the greatest pleasure. But he and I both knew that what finally got me off was his come filling me first.
His thrusts became erratic, and his breathing hitched. The telltale whine that started somewhere deep in his throat gave me an extra jolt of pleasure for what I knew what was coming. His hand changed it's grip on my own dick, working me over faster than I could have imagined.
"FUCK." The word is drawn out, and as his hips slam into mine, his load unleashes in me as my muscles milk his cock for all they're worth, my own climax coating his hand and the sheets below me. My arms shudder at the weight of both our bodies, and I collapse to the side, trying to avoid the small puddle. He slips out, and after cleaning the both of us off with tissues yanked from the bedside table, he nestles against my back and holds me close. I sigh and cuddle in, eyes sliding shut as sleep washes over my exhausted body.
AN2: so who'd ya picture?
Pairing: pick one! :D
Disclaimer: none needed, i don't think?
Summary: PWP, shameless boysex that starts with some Whiskey.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, some D/s themes, spanking.
AN: this is what happens when i'm frustrated at home and don't want to sleep.
The amber cool liquid splashed down his chest, driving my thirst, both sexual and physical, to unparalleled levels. I longed to taste the spicy heat of the whiskey now pooling in his naval, longed to drink in the sweet moans he made every time i ran my tongue across his body. As I straddled his thighs, letting our erect cocks nudge at one another, I could feel the fine tremors that ran through us both, and would not deny satisfaction. My smooth tongue darted out as his hand grabbed a handful of my already disheveled hair, perhaps to keep me from teasing him. Hell no. I wanted to taste every inch of his muscled body, liquor adding a forbidden spice.
As I moved lower, his hand tightened and his hips bucked, a response that only made me grin as I dragged my mouth along his pelvis.
"But baby, there ain't no Jack on your dick." I tilted my head up to meet his lust blown eyes with my own wicked grin.
The hand on my head gripped tight enough to hurt, accompanied with a growl. Sometimes it's just fun to tease him because I know he'll get animalistic. I laugh lowly and place my lips around his hard cock, swiping my tongue across the moist head. Hmm, better than whiskey, the bitter taste of desire. As he moans, I slowly move my lips down the shaft, taking my time to devour every inch I could, memorizing every reaction to my ministrations that he had. I run a hand down to grip my own dick, but moan sadly as his hand slaps mine away. No play for me until he gives it. Of course, this makes me even harder.
My hand grips the base, but moves to cup full balls, enjoying the "Fuck yeah baby" that spill from his lips. I practically purr as his previously rough hand now caresses my head, cupping my hollowed cheeks. I travel back up his cock, grazing my teeth along the bottom edge, knowing that his hips would buck right as I got to the flanged head. I grunt as he does, mouth filling completely with his erection. As his hips drop back down, I suck hard at the tip. Again, I know what's going to happen, and it fills me with pure lust.
My wish comes true as his hand pulls my hair up and away from his body, his other hand forcing my body off of his and onto the bed next to him. Within a second, he's straddling me, except I'm face down on the bed, limbs splayed wantonly. His hand caresses my ass before giving it a nice stinging slap.
"Lil' tease, you are."
'Course, masochistic me responds with "hey, you got your dick sucked, didn't you?"
His only answer is another slap. Then another, and another until I'm groaning and pushing myself against him, obscenely begging for more. I can feel his cock sitting against the curve of my butt and damned if I didn't want it somewhere more useful.
"Fuck me, please just fuck me now."
Guess he wanted to give me a taste of my own medicine, "Yeah? You want me to fuck that tight little ass, all nice cherry red now? How bad do you want it baby?" His fingers ghosted along his own reddened fingerprints, sending shivers straight down my spine.
"Please! So much, I want you so much baby! Fill me up with that cock. Give me all of it."
"Alright, my impatient lil' whore." He chuckled darkly and swiped his hands down to my hole. I tried to push up against the intrusion of his digits, but his legs kept me pinned to the sheets. "Such a slut, yeah babe."
I could only make incoherent noises and writhe as he slowly worked me open for his sizable prick. Distracted enough not to notice the bottle, I jumped and gasped as cool gel hit my asshole. He worked it in, perhaps taking too much pleasure in watching me squirm and try to form words.
Finally, it rushed out of my mouth, "Fuckmealreadygoddammit!"
And he did. With one hard push, he was all the way in to the hilt and I was gasping at his girth, body working overtime to get used to feeling so full. Then he hit the spot and we were lost amid a cloud of muttered swears, whimpers, and the slap of flesh-on-flesh.
He grabbed my hips and pulled back with enough force to bring me to all fours, letting my own momentum carry me back fully onto his cock, hitting my hidden gland with the force of a freight train, then angled himself to drive the most brutal pace into my ass. I began crying out with every thrust, giving him the signal that I was so close to coming hard.
A hand removed itself from my hip, only to grip my own aching cock as his voice growled in my ear "Not yet whore, I decide when you come."
"Please!" My head thrown back in ecstasy, I would do anything at that moment for the greatest pleasure. But he and I both knew that what finally got me off was his come filling me first.
His thrusts became erratic, and his breathing hitched. The telltale whine that started somewhere deep in his throat gave me an extra jolt of pleasure for what I knew what was coming. His hand changed it's grip on my own dick, working me over faster than I could have imagined.
"FUCK." The word is drawn out, and as his hips slam into mine, his load unleashes in me as my muscles milk his cock for all they're worth, my own climax coating his hand and the sheets below me. My arms shudder at the weight of both our bodies, and I collapse to the side, trying to avoid the small puddle. He slips out, and after cleaning the both of us off with tissues yanked from the bedside table, he nestles against my back and holds me close. I sigh and cuddle in, eyes sliding shut as sleep washes over my exhausted body.
AN2: so who'd ya picture?