Body Language

Chapter 4

Blake slapped my face a few times with his dick, hearing the soft thuds of its contrasting hardness against my soft barren skin. I don't know what aroused me more: the wet slapping of his meat against my sweaty face, or my POV of him looking up at his hungry eyes. 

He grabbed my chin and tilted it up, pressing my cheeks forcefully with his fingers, forcing my mouth open. Blake grinned at me as he leaned closer to my face. He narrowed his eyes and tilted my chin up more a little. Not saying anything, he spat in my open mouth.

"Oh yeah," he growled. 

I felt his warm spit in my mouth as it joined my own, letting both our fluids mix together slowly. I haven't even had the chance to swallow when Blake threw in another and released my chin from his tight grip. I grabbed his well-defined and thick legs as I balanced myself from falling over. 

"That's it, boy. Worship your king," he said under his breath.

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face in front of his throbbing dick. Catching my breath, he took my open mouth as an invitation for shoving his penis in. I gagged as his thickness filled my mouth with just a little space left to breathe. I could only close my eyes in painful pleasure as he fucked my face in that position. With his strong hips thrusting back and forth, I felt the back of my throat getting sore with too much pressure. 

GRKK! GWARKK!

I could hardly let any sound out as his forceful skull-fucking continued. I wanted him to go easier but at the same time, I did not want him to stop. With every thrust he did, I felt my throat getting numb with pleasure.

"Fuck, baby. Your throat is so warm," he grunted. We were not sure if there were people who could hear us in the cubicle, but the thought of anyone hearing us -- and possibly walking in on us doing the deed -- was both nerve-wracking and exhilarating at the same time. 

Blake slowed down a little and I thought he was getting close, but he pulled out and spat in my mouth once more before shoving his dick back in my mouth. I held his muscled legs, rubbing them, exploring his now-sweating glutes with my hands. With my hands on his ass, he held the back of my head and pushed his throbbing cock in so deep I thought I'd throw up. 

"FUCKKKKK!!!"

Blake threw his head back while he pinned my head balls deep into his crotch. Digging my fingers into his ass cheeks in protest, he slowly pulled out and looked at me as if to check if I was still alive. Satisfied that my red, teary eyes looked back at him in sick desire, he proceeded into pummelling my throat again, alternating between brute rhythm and slow shoving.

He pulled me up from the floor by my armpits. God, he picked me up easily like a raggedy doll. Blake held our sweaty bodies together with his ripped arms wrapped around me, one hand slowly slithering down my crack and the other behind my neck. 

I could feel his steel-hard manhood pressing against my stomach as he held me tighter and closer. As Blake devoured my face in a kiss, his tongue slipped in my mouth, searching for my tongue in a playful dance. 

Holy shit. My first kiss.

And I have no fucking clue how to do this right.

I found myself imitating his every move -- from the way his tongue played around my mouth up to the way his lips grazed mine. Sooner, our breaths were in sync. I felt the heaving of his muscled-up chest as his breathing grew heavier. I was practically digging into his back with my nails in pure ecstasy as his slick fingers went deeper into my ass.

"I want to raw you," Blake said raspily.

His breath grew hotter against my face as he leaned closer for another deep kiss. With his fingers drilling me deeper and deeper, I clung around his neck and wrapped both my legs around his hips. 

"Breed me, daddy."

I didn't even have to say it twice. Blake bent me over as I threw my ass up in an arch. Anticipating what was to come, I softly whimpered, "Please, go easy on me."

I choked a little as I said what I should have told him earlier before we even started.

"You're... you're my first."

I felt his warm breath behind my ear as his tip brushed against my virginity.

"No promises."

Blake started rubbing one finger around my ass before pushing it in. By that time, my hole had already gotten used to his fingers, but having something else as thick as a beer can and almost a length of my arm was a different story.

I felt one of Blake's massive hands hold my hip steady as he prepared me for entry. 

I hope I don't die from this.

He spread my ass a little and threw a generous amount of spit as he smeared it with his shaft. With his dick perfectly aimed at my hole and me leaning with both hands against the bathroom wall, he slowly pushed in... and in...

He was about a couple of inches in when I pulled back with an OW!

Blake was too big.

"What's wrong?" he froze but did not pull out. "What's the matter, baby?"

I stood up to face him, feeling the stinging soreness slowly building up from where his dick had been.

"I... I think I need to warm up more a little," I said softly, feeling a little awkward.

Blake stepped closer to me, grabbing me by the waist as his eyes stared into mine. I saw concern in the way he looked at me. "Sorry," he said in a gentle tone, a far cry from the way he had been talking to me since we hornily locked ourselves in that cubicle.

Fuck. This turned me on too.

"Look, I'm sorry," I said in a low voice, wary of anyone who might hear us.

Blake turned around and grabbed both our clothes from the floor. I couldn't tell if he was disappointed, but his massive dick was still hard and that distracted me from explaining my withdrawal.

I tried to find the words to say next without sounding like an idiot. "It's just... you're huge. In fact, you're massive, and..."

He paused, waiting for what I was gonna say next as he looked at me staring at his cock.

I felt a knot in my throat. "I want it bad but you're so big and so hard and I just wanted to take it easy and..."

"You want it?" he repeated. I could not read his expression.

"Y-yes, I do," I stammered.

I DO FUCKING WANT THAT DICK.

I saw that devilish glint crept up his eyes once more. With his characteristic one-sided grin painting his lips, he grabbed me by the arm and said in a way that made my knees buckle, "You're on, baby."