A Little Bit Of Extra Danger

I am thrilled by the thought of it, a little. A little extra danger to add to the wrongness of all of this moment and the fact is that rather than probably urging me into caution it will undoubtedly have the opposite effect.

Instead of pulling back, I push forward for more.

Releasing my hold with my legs I find the ground once more with my feet, and the movement has me shimmying down his body and wriggling in his arms while his hands run up until they're playing at my upper back. But I'm not focusing on his hands I'm focusing on the fact that the movement I just made rearranged our bodies and in doing so it slid his cock right between my thighs, pressing up against the shorts that I'm wearing and nestled in so close and so secure and so fucking perfectly that I close my toned legs over it and squeeze them together, feeling his member throb at the sensation of envelopment.

I have a bit of room to move. Just back and forth really but that's all I need. Because I'm squeezing his cock and so I fuck my thighs on it, rolling my hips and moaning into his mouth as I feel him stiffen at the sensation and rush his hands quickly down to my hips, grasping me and, I believe, stopping me.

I'm wrong. He's not stopping.

Holding me in his grip he sets the pace with his hands, his hips following a moment later. Pretty soon we're gasping into each others mouths, while he slowly and deliberately fucks himself between my thighs.

My hand slides around behind me and slips over my ass until it reaches down and under. I find the head of his cock and I wrap my fist around it, enveloping him as completely as I can with my body without truly taking him inside of me.

With a gasp Blake pulls back, eyes blazing with need. He closes those eyes a moment later as a shudder runs over him and then he leans forward to kiss me full as I feel his cock pulse and throb, his head expanding for an instant as my hand and my fingers get sticky with something warm and delightful.

It's just precum but I know how good that can be. I remember the mix of tastes of it from all the men I've blown today. My heart skips a beat as I gasp against him, closing my eyes too as a flash of memories rush over me and make my knees weaken at the thought of it.

When Blake pulls back I pull my hand from his cock. His eyebrows furrow in a question that is quickly answered when I move my hand to my mouth and suck and lip and taste every bit of him that I can. And for good measure all I do is switch my hands, still holding onto his cock while he growls with approval and watches me get off on getting him off once more.

We're like animals. No words yet because none are needed. We both know that this works better for us because frankly when we speak all we do is hurt each other and that will come, in time, but when we're face to face it's harder to be cruel while watching the effects of that happen in real time. It's harder to be mean when you watch your biting words leave lines and scars while they tumble out past your lips.

Maybe that's why he spins me around now. Grabbing me and bending me to his will which is away from him. Turning me so that I'm facing the wall and quickly thrusting his cock back between my thighs which are quickly becoming wet and slick from the liquid dripping off his cock while he fucks his frustration into me.

Certainly it gives him some more amount of autonomy. Some courage he might need. Because once he has me face first in the wall and is grasping my hip with one hand, his hips slowly and almost lazily pumping with a steady rhythm between my thighs, he leans forward to whisper in my ear.

"I think I finally know what you are."

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