to ruin it, but I suppressed it and gasped when I pulled back, his cock springing free covered in my saliva.
"Fuck," he hissed, fingers digging into my hair, pressing against my scalp.
He urged me back down and I obliged. I might have teased him more, maybe even edged him a little to see how much he could take, but I wanted to get him off. I wanted to feel him pulse inside my mouth; to feel his hot cum hit the back of my throat.
I sucked the ever-loving hell out of him, at one point using my hand to scooch my mask up just a little bit more. Unburdened by it any longer, I took his dick to the back of my throat, held him there, then pulled back and sucked firmly on the head, my tongue pressing to the underside.
I felt his thighs start to tremble, and I knew he was close.
"Fuck, I can't--"
I clamped my lips around his shaft, using my tongue to urge him on. When I felt him tense beneath me, I relaxed my throat and let out a muffled moan as his jizz splattered against the back of my throat, shot after shot of it hitting. I swallowed it all down, giving his softening cock a little lick to clean away any stray cum before I drew my head back. After a moment, I remembered to pull my mask back down.
He lay back against the bed, panting. Still technically in all of his clothes, though his shirt was pulled up to his chest, his fly was down, and his boxers were open. I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at my lips.
"That the kind of thing you had in mind?" I asked, feeling damn pleased with myself.
His eyes rolled back into position and he looked up at me with an intensity that sent a searing shot of lust straight to my own cock. I was painfully hard now, my dick straining against my jeans. I went for the buttons to give myself some relief just as he spoke.
"Come up here and fuck my mouth."
A shiver raced up my spine. I'd been with a lot of guys who tried dirty talk, but mostly they just repeated what they heard in porn. This guy was direct, telling me what he wanted to do to me and what he wanted me to do to him. I couldn't help but appreciate that quality.
Not to mention it was hot as hell.
Shucking off my shoes and jeans, then tugging down my boxer briefs, I climbed onto the surprisingly springy mattress. I had to get my balance, grabbing for the headboard. It might have just been a way to keep myself from falling at first, but I quickly saw the benefit as I climbed over him while he sat up so my dick was positioned right in front of his mouth.
Gripping the headboard, I rolled my hips so my cock slid over his face. I could feel his lips part, heard his needy, whimpered moan.
But, when nothing more happened, I realized he was waiting on me. Glancing down, I gripped the base of my cock and directed myself to his mouth, pressing the head between them. My legs shook a little as I felt him slide over the crown before pressing down to the shaft, and I returned both hands to the headboard.
Then I did exactly what he'd told me to do.
I started with strokes that were slow but getting deeper each time. Sliding into his hot, wet mouth, then pushing into his throat. He started to gag, and I pulled back, but his lips clamped around me and I caught the slightest hint of teeth. An accident, it seemed like, since his lips moved to cover them soon after. But the message he was sending was loud and clear: He didn't want me to stop.
I pushed deeper, until I felt the head of my dick bump the back of his throat.
"Fuck," I said with a groan, picking up speed.
Before long I was fucking his throat in earnest, my cock bulging it. I used the headboard for leverage and kept on, feeling him adjust on the fly, his tongue curling around and under my shaft, one of his hands reaching up to fondle my balls at the same time.
That was what broke me, in the end. I was making shallow thrusts into his mouth, faster and harder while he traced the seam of my sac, then rubbed his finger over my taint.