This story starts out with me in jail... and ends with me in jail.
But that's sort of suitable for a story about myself, is it not?
This is more or less a telling of me falling in love with a man I gravely didn't deserve, and him changing my life in...
Not me instigating shit with another cliffhanger on the last chapter lol I'm willing to accept that I am the problem But of course, you know I wouldn't leave you all waiting too long Enjoy, lovelies! xoxo Warning: Explicit Content
John
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I couldn't help but watch Derek as he squirmed underneath me. He was doing his best to keep his hips still and planted, but I could feel them buckle upward when my hand grabbed his cock at the base, before my tongue slid upward towards his leaking tip.
"J-John..." he whispered roughly. Those eyes were still shut tight, and judging by his death grip on my hair, he was close. I swear I'd never grow tired of hearing my name fall past his lips like that. So desperately.
Derek couldn't even maintain the eye contact anymore. He was off his elbows now, laying back completely on the couch with his head tilted up. I watched his Adam's Apple bop up and down with each swallow. Followed the trail of marks I left from his neck down his body, towards where I was now between his legs.
My tongue swirled around his tip before taking him in my mouth again, and I felt Derek slightly spasm before a serious of incoherent words and moans were released. "I-I..." He didn't saying anything else, instead I felt his dick twitch, and his now very shaky hands tighten their grip, before warm liquid unexpectedly filled my mouth.
And I swear, the look on Derek's face as he quickly pulled his hands away to prop up on his elbows again, made the crotch of my dress pants damn near painfully tight. I swear I could've cum from that alone.
His eyes were dazed, those lids barely open, with his swollen lips slightly parted. I could feel him shuddering below me as I slowly released him from my mouth and swallowed.
It felt like the angel and devil on my shoulder were sorting their shit out with hands. The angel, the one telling me not to push Derek, was using his halo as an origami throwing weapon, while the devil, the one telling me to ask for more, was counter attacking with his pitchfork.
When Derek's eyes found mine again, his cheeks were beet fucking red. His skin took on a shimmery glow from the light sweat, making him look even more delectable. I saw his chest rise and fall with his short breathes that fell past his lips. I slowly kissed my way back up him, making sure my lips lingered on certain areas that he was more sensitive to. He shuddered from it.
It didn't take long before I felt his dick harden again, against my own. He let himself fall back into the cushion, off his elbows, but never broke eye contact with me.
Instead, I felt something else. It was his hands now on my belt, doing their best to figure out the buckle. His slight struggle gave me these last few seconds to really think about this. Should we go further? Derek clearly hadn't done anything with another guy, and I wasn't trying to make him feel pressured to do more. I was pretty content with doing the giving tonight.
