It made me lose my shit.
I grabbed him by the elbow and his eyes were wide as I pulled him back. He slammed into the wall with a thud and I pinned him, my shoulder pressed to his as I pulled down his boxers. And I said it. Even though the words made me icky to my stomach, exposed and uncomfortable and highly fucking awkward, I said it.
“I love you.”
His cock was hard against my thigh. “Say it again.”
I took his cock in my hand, wrapped the lace of Katie’s frilly knickers around him. He groaned as I worked his shaft. “Don’t fucking want much, do you?” I squeezed until he groaned. “I love you, Rick. Since you fucking insist on hearing it. I love you, I love you, I fucking love you. Hearts and roses and soppy fucking kisses. Is that what you want, Rick? You want to hear me make a fucking sap of myself? Is that what makes you fucking hard, pretty boy?”
“Fuck, Carl.Fuck.”
His fingers were at my jeans, and I was relieved. My balls were tight and hot, the scent of sweet pussy lingering on my tongue. His hand wrapped around me, and he jerked me hard. Fast. Ramping up the pace until I grunted in his ear.
He pulled me to him, pressed his cock against mine, and I groaned as the ridges of his piercings pressed into my shaft.
“Fuck…”
He groaned for me, then threaded Katie’s little knickers between our thrusting fucking meat. “Gonna fuck her. Both of us. I know you want it…”
I thought of the pink little bud of her. Her shaven slit. “Of course I fucking want it…”
“Gonna fucking stretch that cunt, Carl. You want it as much as me. Gonna be so fucking tight in there, Carl. So fucking tight.”
“Fuck, Rick…” The rhythm was relentless, hips and dick and fingers.
He licked my lips and I sucked his tongue. Then pinched, the barbell hard against my teeth. He groaned and it was wet. I didn’t let him go, and he wriggled and squirmed.
I pressed harder against him, bucking harder.
His hands gripped my ass, held me to him, and there were no fingers, just cocks, cocks and grinding fucking flesh.
I let his tongue go free and he pressed his headto the wall, closed his eyes. “Gonna open her up for you, Carl. Gonna make her nice and wide. I know what you need.”
“Fuck…” I hissed.
“Gonna make her take it, make her beg… open her up until you’re all the way inside, Carl. Oh, fuck, she’s gonna be so fucking tight. Such a tight little fucking snatch.”
“I want to… I want…”
“I know,” he breathed. “Gonna fill her up, Carl. Fill her right fucking up.”
And I was coming, spurting and hissing and shooting my load all over his fucking belly. All over mine.
“Yes…” he hissed, and he was coming too. I felt the jerk of him, the frantic judder of his dick against mine.
I caught my breath against his shoulder, and he laughed.
“Wasn’t so fucking hard, was it?” he said. “Three little words.” He took a deep breath. “Say it again.”
“Now you’re pushing your fucking luck,” I said.
I stepped through the door at midday and Mum shot up from the dining room table. She hovered while I kicked off my boots in the hallway.
“What?” I said.
“You know what.”
Urgh. I rolled my eyes.