Games

6

In a daze, I looked down at Oliver with a scared face. Had he heard the same thing I had? Judging by the fear in his eyes, yes, he had. But how, and why, was my mother home so damn early?!

"Who the fuck is that?" Oliver snapped, throwing me off him and standing up quickly. I fell onto the mattress and looked up at him as he grabbed his clothes quickly and looked at me desperately. I could barely even comprehend what was going on, and this whole situation was definitely ruining the after-effects of my orgasm.

"Josh, who is that?" He hissed through his teeth, struggling to step into his boxers as the clicking grew louder and louder

"M-my mum I think," I said in a hurry, standing up with shaky legs and running to gather my clothes up as well, pushing him to my closet, which thankfully had a door on it. I pushed him inside and motioned for him to stay silent, shutting the door quickly just as the main door to my room opened. Still completely nude, I spun around and came face to face with my mum, whose eyes widened at the obviously decreasing size of my... Well, you know.

"Mum!" I shouted, using the pile of clothes in my hands to cover up my privates. "What the hell are you doing home?!"

"Why the hell are you naked?!" She shot back, giving me a completely confused look.

"You answer first!"

"I came home to grab my lunch that I forgot, and I was going to come up here to see how you were doing. I didn't think you'd be wank-"

"Mum can we not right now?!" I yelled, clenching my fist and rolling my eyes. "Please just get out so I can get dressed."

"I have to get back to work anyways," she said, shaking her head as she grabbed my door handle and swung the door shut, disappearing behind it. Listening carefully, I waited until the clicking faded and I faintly heard the front door close.

"You're safe," I said with a relieved sigh, turning back to face Oliver, who opened the closet door cautiously. "I promise, you're fine."

He nodded, stepping out fully and shoving his boxers back down. "I think you owe me a little favor," he said, pushing me to my knees and grabbing hold of his still hard cock, raising it slightly so that it was level with my mouth. I gladly stuck out my tongue and let his dick brush against it before he practically shoved himself down my throat. Oliver was a bit rough when it came to me giving him head, and my throat was usually sore the next day, but in a way I think I liked being used like that. As long as it was Oliver, I really didn't care. He could tie me upside down and fuck me until I was numb and I would love it.

"Don't even think about backing away," he said, tangling his fingers in my hair and holding my head in place as he fucked himself into my mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat over and over again. It was hard to breathe, but I somehow managed it.

There was a time where he went a little too far and I found myself gagging around him, forcing my head back to cough a bit, although I really didn't want to. In a way I wanted to prove that I could handle what he was giving to me, but that was too much for me.

"Sorry," I mumbled, looking back up at him as he stared down at me understandingly.

"Don't apologize," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek, "Make me come and I'll forgive you for it."

Nodding, I spit on his cock and took him back in my mouth, bobbing my head at a fast pace, stopping to suck harshly at the tip. Using my hand, I cupped his balls and massaged them feverishly, giving him one last long lick before he was coming, a small amount smearing my cheek before I had the chance to wrap my lips back around him.