“Those other people? I don’t want that either because I’ve seen what it does. All these twats who say open relationships work for them. They never do. Someone always gets hurt. There’s always someone sitting there with a broken heart at the end. So, I won’t fuck around with other people if I’m with you. I’ll always come home to you at night.”
“Good.”
“So, we’re doing this?”
“Yeah. I think we are.”
“Which part? The sex or the house? Roots? Cocks up arses?” He was smiling again, which made my chest all warm.
“All of it because I think I want to. Every way I can. So, you said you would make me feel you. I want that. I want the magic bit, and I want… to feel. You don’t have to use words.”
He didn’t speak, just let his mouth kiss down my neck, biting little marks into my shoulder as his fingers combed through the hairs on my chest. There were strokes around my nipple with rough movements as he was rolling it between his fingers to a tight nub before giving it a hard flick with his nail, making me jerk and howl and grasp at my chest.
“There you go. You felt that.”
“Don’t! That hurt!” I hissed.
“Look at your dick, Daniel.”
I did. Look. Hard as a rock, the head all reds and purples, straining through my foreskin as he gripped my nipple again, twisting it hard under his fingers as I breathed hard and fast in his face, that was now far too close to mine.
“Told you I’d destroy you,” he whispered as he kissed every breath right back out of me.
He meant that, I realised as I came up for air, struggling to breathe under the weight of him as his hips slid to the side for him to move his body further down. He bit at my skin, licked at my nipples, scratches from fingernails all over my stomach and hips as my body twisted with his every turn.
“What are you doing to me?” I whined as he started to lick down the inside of my leg.
“I’m just showing you what this deprived old body of yours can do. You want to feel? I’ll make you feel because sex is so much more than just fucking. It’s playing with emotions, like hurt and even fear. It’s talking and playing, and… it’s laughing…” He tickled my hip as I jack-knifed into him, swatting at him with my hands. “It’s every emotion under the sun. I want to make you feel me everywhere on your body. Scratches on your skin, my teeth marks on your shoulders, my skin against your insides, even days later. Daniel, my Daniel, there is so much your body can do and just look…” He licked a line up my stomach, then peppered kisses down my hip as his hand gripped my balls and squeezed… “You don’t need words when you can do all this.”
“You make no sense, and I’m not…” I started, but he was back up, kissing my mouth and pumping my cock, and all I could do was moan into his mouth and twist underneath him as he pinned my hands over my head in an almost brutal grip. “… deprived.”
“I’m not the clean-cut fantasy you think I am,” he whispered. “I love sex. I love touching and licking and tasting and biting, and I love… I love that you… look at you. Look what you did when I pinned you down, like this.”
He pressed my wrists harder into the mattress as I tried to breathe and had to swallow not to moan.
“You like it a little rough, don’t you? I thought you would. I bet you have been all about safe normal missionary sex and nice comfortable orgasms into a tidy condom. Well, Daniel, my Daniel. That’s not what you’ll get with me. And yeah, in case you are thinking that I can’t see all the wild dirty fantasies going on in that head of yours right now? We’re going to play them all out, one by one, because I will probably be into every single one of them. Every single little dirty thought in your head right now? You can tell me because I’ll let you do it to me.”
“I…” came out of my mouth.
“Talk to me, Daniel,” he demanded. “You said you wanted words.”
He was glorious. My Charlie because he was mine and because I groaned, and he smiled at me, and then he kissed my cheeks and my eyes and my mouth and whispered, “One time offer, baby, tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Suck…” I coughed out, trying to get my mouth to work as he licked a line down my neck.
“Words, Daniel. What do you want me to do to you?”
“You said you couldn’t find them, the right words,” I sassed right back at him as he smiled, looking all confident again.
“Words about feelings? I think I suck at those. But dirty little words like… say… fuck me, Charlie? I like words like that.”
“Suck my cock and play with my arse?” I said weakly, blushing as the words stuttered out of my mouth.
“I can do that,” he said softly. “And then I will fuck you. You with me on that?” He bit down on my over-sensitised nipple, and I tugged at his hair as he laughed, and I grunted out for him to go fuck himself.
“You can say no, you know. You don’t have to go along with everything that comes out of my mouth,” he said softly.
“If I say no… I don’t… I want you to.”
“If you say no, it’s fine. You can fuck me instead, or I can suck your cock until you scream.”
“You’re already making me scream,” I shouted out as he bit down on my other nipple.
“My friend Andreas likes the pain. He’s a bit extreme though, wants you to beat him black and blue as you fuck him. I’ve seen him in action, and that’s not my thing. I get the humiliation kink, but the violence? I understand sensations and little things like…”
He twisted my nipple again, and my body jerked uncontrollably as my hands swatted him off my skin.
“I don’t like the pain,” I huffed, “… but I like… I like the other stuff… what you’re doing… now,” I confessed as he tickled my balls with his fingers.
“Did you sort out that thing with… your friend?” I asked, trying to buy myself a breather. Because sex? Like this? My heart was beating far too fast, and my dick was threatening to explode.
“Andreas? Met him for coffee the other day. Awkward as fuck. The threesome was kind of a bad idea in the first place because, you know. I don’t fancy him, not really, but anyway, at least he met up with me. But he was with this dude that kind of stalked him for a while. Not a good setup if you ask me, but he said he was happy. You know. And he had an almighty bruise on his neck, yet he was smiling so hard, and the guy was like totally besotted with him.”
“That’s not right,” I said and kissed his cheek.
“Maybe you could talk to him? Being a Doctor and all?”
“I can try,” I said, feeling sheepish. “I could refer him to the right people?”
“Would that turn you on? If someone treated you like that?”
“Violence? No. Dirty talk is sometimes, you know, a turn on, but there is a fine line between dirty talk and verbal abuse.”
“So, if I told you that you were a good little cocksucker, would that make you horny?”
“Maybe.” I blushed. I could feel the redness creeping up my cheeks.
“What about if I told you that you were a right slut for my cock, and that your little hole was probably clenching right now waiting for me to fill you up?”
I swallowed, trying to think of something to say.
“Want my cock in that mouth of yours? Or do you want yours down my throat? Wanna push it deep inside my mouth and watch me gag on it? Want to tug at my hair as you fuck my face?
“Charlie...” I moaned.
“You’re a little turned on now.” He stroked my cock, and my body hummed.
“Bossy-dirty-talking Charlie scares me a little.”
“I’m only bossy in bed.” He laughed and kissed my mouth. “And I totally get off on others being bossy too. I’ve had some awesome threesomes where I basically sucked everyone off…”
“Shut up, Charlie,” I shouted and rolled him over. “Shut your dirty mouth,” I hissed out as I kissed the smile off his face. “I don’t want to know about the other people you’ve fucked.”
/> I didn’t know what had happened to my language, but my vocabulary seemed to have taken a turn for the worse.
“I’ll give you bossy.” I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I sucked a massive bruise into his neck as I clawed down his chest. I bit at his nipples and sucked at his skin as he howled beneath me, his hips coming up to meet my hand as I grappled with his dick.
He was like… nothing I had ever seen before. Neatly trimmed pubes and an erect manhood that made me have to take a deep breath before my tongue went off and licked the head. It was a penis, and I licked it, and it was perfect.
It was a dick, and my mouth was all over it, the foreskin salty against my tongue as I tried to fit the head deeper into my mouth.
“Take it easy, babe,” he urged, his voice was soothing and calm, and his fingers back in my hair as I tried my best to take him deeper again. “Use your hand for the base and just concentrate on sucking the head. I’ll teach you how to deep throat one day. It’s bloody awesome when someone does it to you.”
“Show me,” I begged as I drooled all over my hand. There was spit on his dick. Spit everywhere. I smeared it all over his length as I took him back in, humming as he filled my mouth. His mouth spilled out words of encouragement as I let him go, finishing off with licking his slit.
“Turn around,” he demanded and then tugged at me until my dick was… in his face.
Overwhelmed. That was the only feeling I could describe. My head seemed to have lost all coherent thought. My senses obviously at breaking point, and my dick strained with something I didn’t quite understand as he opened his mouth up there, and my legs did some badly thought out splits onto the mattress as my cock sank down onto his tongue.
He licked me, rounded movements around the head which strangely made me shiver. Then his mouth was all around me, and I watched mesmerised as my dick sank deeper and deeper inside his mouth.
“Fuck!” I blurted out.
“Yeah,” he said, after letting go of me with a little wet pop. “Takes a bit of practice, so don’t worry about it for now. You’re perfect doing just that.” He opened his mouth again, and I made some strange sounds as my whole length slowly disappeared inside him, his neck straining back as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me in, then he did something inside his throat, and everything seemed to constrict and move, and I howled and jerked into him, suddenly needing more movement as he held me tightly in my place.
“Fuuuuck!” I shouted.
“Good, eh?” he croaked out.
“Do it, again.”
“Only if you do me. Mimic my movements. Take me as deep as you can and just fuck me with that dirty mouth of yours. Take my cock, Daniel, and suck it good.”
That seemed to make my cock lose its chill as I spurted a little liquid from my slit. He licked it off, greedily smacking his lips before taking me back down into his throat.
I clumsily sucked on his head as my mouth moaned and my hips jerked.
“Suck it,” Charlie demanded before making my body shiver with whatever his mouth was doing to my dick.
I tried taking him deeper. My hand sliding up and down the root as my tongue licked his skin.
“Good… Take a little more now, such a good dirty boy you are, sucking dick with that dirty mouth. Sucking my dick like a pro.”
He swallowed me down, and I gagged as his cock hit the back of my mouth, embarrassing coughs and tears swelling from my eyes.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he said from behind me. “One more time, baby.”
I gagged on him straight away. It wasn’t dignified, or nice, but his cock strained, and his thighs… god, I thought I loved his thighs. Strong lines and muscles. And his balls? I rolled them gently between my fingers as I licked up and down his length, and he hummed behind me.
“You’re good, baby. Such a good little cocksucker.”
I should have laughed and told him off for being a dick. Instead, I sucked it even harder because that mouth of his? It was nothing like my Charlie, yet? It was…
“So… fucking good.”
I sucked. Licked. Sucked on his testes. Licked lines at the side of his groin. Laughed softly as he lifted his hips, so I could kiss the skin behind them, licking little strokes with my tongue on his perineum as I stopped to stare at his hole.
It was soft and pink, and he obviously had a hair-removal scheme down here with hardly any hair in my way.
“Spread your legs, let me get to your arse too.” His voice came from where my dick was now rutting against his neck.
Then there were fingers between my cheeks and what was obviously lube being carefully smeared all the way down my crack.
“Here...” he said, throwing a tube down to my side of the mattress. “Lie on your side and lift your top leg to your chest, then I can get to you.”
I stared at the lube, not knowing what to do with it as I got myself in position, his own leg riding up over my chest as I sucked on his cock again. Then I kissed his balls and let my tongue go down as I strained to get my head where I needed it. I went straight for the kill because fuck.
I knew this. I knew the facts and the figures and the cleanliness and all those things we were taught at medical school. I knew how my mother scolded me for not washing my hands. Yet, my tongue pushed straight at his hole, making his body shiver as I planted my mouth around his anus and got to work.
I licked him like a starving man, letting my tongue push at the muscles. I got a finger to help and forced it though as he jerked around and slapped my arse in return.
“More, fucking hell, that feels amazing. Go, go for it.”
I howled when his finger breached my own arse after he’d been circling it for what felt like ages and after he teased me and left me hanging, and then he made me beg.
He fucked me with two fingers as I shouted and screamed and wriggled, begging for his fingers and his cock, ending up on my back with my legs in the air as he finally pressed his chest to mine and kissed my lips that tasted all of him. He was almost violent as he pushed my knees to my chest, and I couldn’t even make myself think.
“You want it?” he growled. My Charlie. I stared at him, and he smiled. He was all blushed and bruised with scratches on his beautiful skin. He was wild and unhinged, and his hair was all messy, but I realised it was just the way it was. He was mine, and I was his, and I wondered if…
I wondered if this was what he meant with magic as his cock started to push against my rim. The strain of my skin and the insane stretch as he pushed further and further, his hands pinning my wrists to the bed, my knees up against my chest, my arse in the air and my neck strained back as I panted and tried to breathe.
Intense was the wrong word. Painful? No. Not exactly. I didn’t know what it was, but I looked up, and he was staring at me, his eyes all black, and his stare so intense that, for a second, I forgot to breathe.
“You’re my Daniel,” he said softly. “You’re mine and all mine. See? We belong together.”
He moved his hips, just a slow thrust, and my mouth howled.
“My Daniel,” he repeated as his grip on my wrists tightened. “All mine.”
“Fuck me,” I begged.
“Always,” he whispered.
“Do it.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You…” I rasped out as he gently pulled out, only to slam straight back in as my back arched, and my neck whined out breaths that sounded awkward and strained.
“Who?” he panted out as he truly started to move. Drawn out slides out and sharp pushes inside me. I could feel him, every little cell of his skin as he stroked my insides. There were nerve endings screaming as the pleasure met the pain, and somehow, it made it all into feelings I couldn’t quite explain.
“Charlie. Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.” I panted as he thrust into my body, his forehead now wet with droplets of sweat.
“Jesus, Daniel, you’re… bloody perfect. Jerk yourself off, baby,” he demanded as I realised I was holding onto m
y own cock, my fingers trying to figure out the movements that usually got me off. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t know who I was. I didn’t know what was important here as he closed his eyes and leaned up so he could grip my hips.
He pulled out and flipped me over, then tugged at my waist and positioned my legs until I was on all fours exactly where he needed me. Then his dick was back inside me, and I shouted out syllables and random words as he fucked me the way I had somehow imagined he would. Insane fast movements as he used me for his pleasure. He did because I had no control here, being flung around on the mattress with no will of my own. I tugged at my dick as my mind somehow went blank because I didn’t need to think here. I didn’t need to think at all.
“Daniel, my Daniel, oh fuck, baby, fuck, you feel so good.”
I didn’t need to think because I just needed to feel, and I could feel his hands on my skin. I could feel him all inside me. I would feel him tomorrow no doubt, feeling worn out and used. The words sounded dirty and perhaps abusive but then sat exactly where I needed them in my head.
“Fuck me!” I shouted out. “Show me how it’s done.”
“You’re taking my cock so well, baby. You should see yourself, my cock stretching your hole. So fucking sexy, Daniel. So bloody good. Gonna come so hard…”
“Harder,” my mouth said. “Make me take that cock.”
“Want it deeper?” he hissed. “So deep, you’ll feel me for days?”
“Yeah…”
He somehow did, pushed so hard against my arse that my body just shivered. Hard violent thrusts that made my arms give out as my body fell against the mattress and his chest landed heavy on my back as he kept thrusting inside me.
“Spread your legs wide, baby. Take all that cock.”
I couldn’t speak, helplessly trapped underneath him as his hand pushed underneath me to tug at my dick.
“Can you come into my hand as I fuck you?” he whispered. “Can you do that for me?”
I just whined.
“I think you can. Be a good little cock-slut for me. Come into my hand.”
Nothing. He fucked me. I was full of him. All of him. My beautiful, beautiful Charlie.
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