Desperation (18+) ✔️

5. Reid

One second I'm kneeling a foot away from Vic, naked, and the next, I have my face pressed into his crotch.

It's a heady feeling—overwhelmingly so, having my fantasy come to life.

But as I breathe Vic's scent in, feel his erection against my face and the weight of his hand on the back of my head, I regain some clarity.

My hand drifts to his zipper. "Can I?"

"By all means. I want to see how well you can service my cock."

When I have his jeans open, exposing his black boxer briefs, I dive in nose-first. His musk is stronger now, and I rub my cheek against him, wanting to cover myself in it.

Vic's fingers flex in my hair. "Fuck. Look at you. You were made for this, huh?"

I moan while mouthing at his cock, the fabric already damp with my saliva. When I pull down the waistband, his cock grazes my face as it emerges.

It's slightly darker than the rest of him, making an even bigger contrast of my much paler skin as I take the base in my hand. This isn't my first blowjob or tenth—I've always loved pleasuring my partners, but I want this to be different.

When I meet Vic's eyes, they flash with understanding. He cups my jaw like he did during the photoshoot, but this time, his thumb presses into my mouth. I suck greedily, entranced by his heated gaze.

He pushes his thumb further into my mouth before teasing it back out. "Is that what you want? You want me to use your mouth like this? Fuck your throat while you sit there are take it?"

I whimper around his thumb.

He slips his finger out of my mouth and grabs his cock, using his firm grip on my hair to guide me closer. I open wide right before he shoves me onto his cock, not stopping until he meets the back of my throat. I choke because I'm not expecting it.

"Just seeing if I'll fit," Vic murmurs, one side of his mouth curling.

I feel precum run down the length of my cock, and it doesn't go unnoticed.

His smirk widens. "You're going to make a mess of my floor once I start, aren't you?" He pulls me back until only the head of his cock is in my mouth. "Maybe I'll make you lick it clean once I'm done."

I shiver, sucking on his tip before he grabs my head with two hands and thrusts. He alternates shallow strokes with shorter thrusts deep in my throat.

My cock is so hard it hurts, and I know I'm making a leaky mess just like he said I would as he continues to use me.

Just when his cock swells and I prepare to swallow his cum, he stops. Breathing heavy, he lets his cock sit in my mouth, still gripping my hair tight.

"Do you remember the last pose I put you in for the photoshoot?"

I muffle an affirmation, my lids fluttering at the memory.

"When I pull out, you're going to go present like that on my bed. Don't move once you're there, especially not to touch yourself."

He slowly drags his cock out of my mouth. Then he pats my cheek and perches his ass on the arm of his couch while I clumsily rise from the floor.

He doesn't make me clean the little puddle of precum I left, just watches me head towards his bedroom.

I climb onto the bed and press my face into his pillow, almost getting distracted by his smell, and leave my ass facing the door. I spread my legs, wondering how much of my hole is visible and hoping it pleases him.