“Jesus.”
Seph doesn’t wait before taking me in her mouth again, and she drives her mouth down onto me, as far as she can take me. My cock is hitting the back of her mouth and her lips are stretched around me. It’s hot as fuck, and my knees are weak. I lean back against the wall in the small space for support, and she follows.
If anyone comes to look for me, they’re about to get an eyeful. Because this little shack is all windows, and even though Seph is below them, one look down and everything is on display.
Sucking me hard, Seph pulls her head back and drives forward again, setting up a smooth rhythm with her suction. God, it’s so fucking hot that I can’t breathe.
Her tongue teases the underside of my cock, and I groan loudly. “You’re so fucking good at this.”
Her eyes flick up to mine, and my cock jerks in her mouth. I want to take a picture of her like that. Speared and stuffed on my shaft. “Can I take a picture of you? Just like that.”
She nods, and I grab my phone from my pocket, snapping a picture of her, eyes closed, mouth full of cock. If it weren’t an entirely stupid idea, I would have that photo as my lock screen. But I’m not sharing that picture with anyone. That’s just for me. For later, when I’m reliving watching her take my cock deep and sucking. And drinking me dry and loving every fucking second. I’m never going to look at her lips the same again, having seen them stretched like that.
Seph moves, taking me deeper, and with one clever move I’m suddenly in her throat. “Oh fuck.” The head of my cock is being squeezed by her and she swallows, making me blind and deaf and dumb entirely. And still she keeps going, sinking down until her lips are near the base of my shaft and I’m in utter awe at the amount of me that she’s taken.
I grab her hair, desperate to hold on to something. She leans into my hand ever so slightly, and then pulls back, releasing me entirely. “Seph, holy fuck.”
She’s panting. Chest heaving, and lips shining. “Don’t hold back,” she says.
“What do you mean?”
“You already know. Don’t pretend you don’t.”
Whatever blood I have left in my body floods my dick, and I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life. So hard that it’s almost painful. And Seph doesn’t give me any chance to breathe, swallowing me down again, impossibly all the way to the hilt. My hand is still resting in her hair, and I weave my fingers through it, gripping harder.
Don’t hold back.
God, I think I might be in love with her again. Maybe I never stopped being in love with her. And maybe now is a weird time for that realization. But as Seph herself said all those years ago, time moves differently at camp.
I let that part of myself that I push down come clawing out. That feral part of me that wants to pin her down and fuck her till she’s screaming my name for the world to hear. The part that wants to control and drive my cock into her mouth as hard as I can until I go over the edge. The part that she’s asked me to set loose.
I don’t hold back.
Gripping harder, I thrust my hips forward. I’m already so deep that there’s not that far to go. Instead her throat hugs my cock tight, and I groan. I add my other hand, and push into her throat again. And again. Harder.
I’m fucking her throat, and it feels so brutally good that I never want it to end. Seph taps my leg, and I release her, watching her pant for breath. “Are you okay?”
Her eyes are glazed with lust and pleasure, and she gives me a sensual smile. “I’m more than fine.” She takes my cock again in one smooth motion, sealing her lips around the base of it. Her nose is pressed against my stomach and I cannot believe that she’s doing this. My cock is not small, and even though I’ve never been one of those men to brag about size, I know I’m big.
Releasing one of my hands from her hair, I curl it under her throat so I can feel myself buried there. It’s full and straining, and I’m so close. But I am holding back in one way. I don’t want to come yet.
I keep my hand on her throat, push in and pull back. Push in and pull back. The pleasure rising through me isn’t going to let me stop or rest until I finish. It’s too much. Too close.
Releasing her, I allow her one more breath, watching her pant. The wetness from my cock dripping down her lips. But that’s the last breath. She’ll take me till I’m finished now. And she better drink every drop.