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Title: A taste of my own medicine.
Chapter: Chapter two.
Pairings: Robert/Jimmy
Rating: NC-17 for the entire story.
Disclaimer: This never happened. No exploitation is intended.
Summary: Jimmy wants to know what it's like on the receiving end of his own games.
Authors Note: I have been going early and staying late at school lately, so I don't have a whole lot of time to write during the week, but I promise I will work on this story during the weekends and during the week when I can to get the next chapter done as soon as possible. Comments are absolute love!
I was able to keep up a calm, smug front. But even as I taunted him, my heart began to race and I felt a little chill run down my spine as his eyes seemed to turn from warm, blue sky to ice in a split second. Still, I smirked defiantly up at him as he seemed to be contemplating exactly what to do with me. Suddenly, he moved up and off of me.
"Stand up."
Feeling a strange lurch in my stomach, a mix of excitement and fear, I obeyed. Once I was standing at the edge of the bed, he traced the inside of one of my hip-bones with the end of the crop.
"Lets get these off," he said, tapping at my open belt buckle. So he wanted a show, did he? With my shirt gone and my pant already undone, I didn't have very much to work with, but still, I took a few steps back, and began to strip. I tried to move the way I'd seen girls do it, swaying my hips back and fourth in a circular motion while running my fingers through my hair. His eyes roamed hungrily as my thumbs plunged beneath the waistband of my jeans and I slowly eased them down my legs. I stepped out of them then held them up, letting them dangle for a moment between my thumb and for-finger before dropping them in a heap on the floor.
Next were the underwear. He made an appreciative sound from his seat at the edge of the bed as I hooked one thumb under the waistband and inched it down a bit. My other hand was roaming over my torso, caressing my chest and stomach. The fingers brushed over a nipple that was still very sensitive from him sucking on it earlier and I let out a small moan. I was dragging it on, I guess a bit to much because he grunted at me to "Get on with it." I just grinned and turned around, watching him over my shoulder as I inched the black material down my legs and stepped out of it.
He got up off the bed and walked up behind me, taking hold of one of my hips and pulling me back against him. I could feel his hardness pressing against me through his jeans and I shuddered, pushing back against him. I turned my head trying to steal a kiss but he ignored me, instead biting at the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine, his hand running up and down my side, over my chest and stomach. He turned me around, took a hold of my upper arm and tugged, pulling me to my knees. I reached up to cup the bulge in his jeans before mouthing at it through the denim. Still licking and sucking at the covered organ, I looked up at him. His eyes were flashing with lust.
I sat back to unbuckle the belt and unfasten his jeans. His fingers were gently brushing my hair back behind my ears as I pulled the massive erection out and began to pump it slowly. His fingers lightly tapped my chin, a signal to look up and I complied. He prodded my lips with two fingers, and I sucked them into my mouth. He began to slowly move them in and out, leaving no doubt as to what he was insinuating. I sucked and moaned, all the while keeping eye-contact. He then pushed them back as far as they would go and held them there, causing me to gag and tear up. I held still, trying to breath around his fingers, but they were pushing right against my gag-reflex and soon my hands flew up to his wrist, trying to pull him away. The tassels of the crop cracked against my shoulder-blade and I gasped, causing me to choke outright, but he quickly pulled his fingers out. I gasped for air before being overtaken by a coughing fit.
He stooped down, patting my back lightly, making sure I was alright. After a moment, I nodded, still coughing a bit.
"I'm sorry Jim, was that too much?" It had been, just a little, but it was also oddly arousing. I was rock hard. I shook my head, let out a few more small coughs, and resumed my attentions to the engorged organ before me. I spat in my palm and began pumping it again, trying to coat it in saliva to make it easier to take in. My other hand reached up between his legs to massage his balls. They were humongous as well. I spit directly on the cock a few times, rubbing it down the shaft before I felt the gentle pressure of his hand at the back of my head, the tip of his cock pressing at my lips. After a few deep breaths through my nose, I opened up and took him in.
Chapter: Chapter two.
Pairings: Robert/Jimmy
Rating: NC-17 for the entire story.
Disclaimer: This never happened. No exploitation is intended.
Summary: Jimmy wants to know what it's like on the receiving end of his own games.
Authors Note: I have been going early and staying late at school lately, so I don't have a whole lot of time to write during the week, but I promise I will work on this story during the weekends and during the week when I can to get the next chapter done as soon as possible. Comments are absolute love!
I was able to keep up a calm, smug front. But even as I taunted him, my heart began to race and I felt a little chill run down my spine as his eyes seemed to turn from warm, blue sky to ice in a split second. Still, I smirked defiantly up at him as he seemed to be contemplating exactly what to do with me. Suddenly, he moved up and off of me.
"Stand up."
Feeling a strange lurch in my stomach, a mix of excitement and fear, I obeyed. Once I was standing at the edge of the bed, he traced the inside of one of my hip-bones with the end of the crop.
"Lets get these off," he said, tapping at my open belt buckle. So he wanted a show, did he? With my shirt gone and my pant already undone, I didn't have very much to work with, but still, I took a few steps back, and began to strip. I tried to move the way I'd seen girls do it, swaying my hips back and fourth in a circular motion while running my fingers through my hair. His eyes roamed hungrily as my thumbs plunged beneath the waistband of my jeans and I slowly eased them down my legs. I stepped out of them then held them up, letting them dangle for a moment between my thumb and for-finger before dropping them in a heap on the floor.
Next were the underwear. He made an appreciative sound from his seat at the edge of the bed as I hooked one thumb under the waistband and inched it down a bit. My other hand was roaming over my torso, caressing my chest and stomach. The fingers brushed over a nipple that was still very sensitive from him sucking on it earlier and I let out a small moan. I was dragging it on, I guess a bit to much because he grunted at me to "Get on with it." I just grinned and turned around, watching him over my shoulder as I inched the black material down my legs and stepped out of it.
He got up off the bed and walked up behind me, taking hold of one of my hips and pulling me back against him. I could feel his hardness pressing against me through his jeans and I shuddered, pushing back against him. I turned my head trying to steal a kiss but he ignored me, instead biting at the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine, his hand running up and down my side, over my chest and stomach. He turned me around, took a hold of my upper arm and tugged, pulling me to my knees. I reached up to cup the bulge in his jeans before mouthing at it through the denim. Still licking and sucking at the covered organ, I looked up at him. His eyes were flashing with lust.
I sat back to unbuckle the belt and unfasten his jeans. His fingers were gently brushing my hair back behind my ears as I pulled the massive erection out and began to pump it slowly. His fingers lightly tapped my chin, a signal to look up and I complied. He prodded my lips with two fingers, and I sucked them into my mouth. He began to slowly move them in and out, leaving no doubt as to what he was insinuating. I sucked and moaned, all the while keeping eye-contact. He then pushed them back as far as they would go and held them there, causing me to gag and tear up. I held still, trying to breath around his fingers, but they were pushing right against my gag-reflex and soon my hands flew up to his wrist, trying to pull him away. The tassels of the crop cracked against my shoulder-blade and I gasped, causing me to choke outright, but he quickly pulled his fingers out. I gasped for air before being overtaken by a coughing fit.
He stooped down, patting my back lightly, making sure I was alright. After a moment, I nodded, still coughing a bit.
"I'm sorry Jim, was that too much?" It had been, just a little, but it was also oddly arousing. I was rock hard. I shook my head, let out a few more small coughs, and resumed my attentions to the engorged organ before me. I spat in my palm and began pumping it again, trying to coat it in saliva to make it easier to take in. My other hand reached up between his legs to massage his balls. They were humongous as well. I spit directly on the cock a few times, rubbing it down the shaft before I felt the gentle pressure of his hand at the back of my head, the tip of his cock pressing at my lips. After a few deep breaths through my nose, I opened up and took him in.