Manthony ✨

Ecstasy

~ECSTASY~

⚠️TW: ⚠️Smut - If you do not like smut, don't read! Thank you and enjoy! :)

ATTENTION: This is FANFICTION and none of this is CONFIRMED. No hate to ANY of the Chase Atlantic members or their girlfriends, please! Enjoy <3

~Mitchel~

I'm all up on his skin. He's all up in my jeans. My tongue pleases his. His hands ground my hips, keeping my ass on his lap. Bass beat rattles our bodies, blurring my vision as I lean my head back, gripping tight to his bare shoulder. I know his body like I know the back of my hand. I can tell by the way he shivers when I trail my fingertips down his chest, his abs, all the way to that V dip of his. I lick his neck, wrapping a hand around his head,

"How's it feel, baby?" I whisper softly against his heated skin,

"Like Heaven," he exhales and I keep my body perched over his, one leg holding me up as I stand over his body that's seated in a chair,

"What about this?" I ask, trailing my fingers down to his crotch, cupping him slowly, sensually,

"Like a drug," he whispers and I'm addicted to his reactions. I slides my hand into his pants, past his underwear and start to play with him, slowly stroking,

"And this?" I ask and he sighs,

"Like ecstasy," he says it so breathlessly, I swear my jeans are going to burst open. I take my hand away, sitting on top of him,

"Let me taste that ecstasy," I say quietly and he grabs the back of my head, kissing me, pulling me closer, my dick pressed hard against his pelvis, "Ohhhh, Christian," I moan into his mouth, unable to stop the noises rolling off of my tongue as he makes love to my mouth. My head is spinning, my heart is pounding, he smells like that cologne, he's moving his mouth against mine like I'm delicious and his hands are on my ass nice and firm. I'm starting to hump his hip, he's starting to leave hickeys on my neck. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna

Fuck. My sheets are soaked and my head won't stop throbbing. I turn to see him fast asleep beside me. But then why do I hear his voice?

"Mitchel," it's clearer now, "Mitchel," I turn to look at him, his green eyes ground me through the dark, "Are you okay?" He asks and I run a hand through my hair,

"Fuck," I mutter and his eyes flick to my side of the bed, taking in the semen-coated sheets,

"Was it a good dream?" He asks and I turn to him and nod,

"Fuck," I say again and he laughs,

"Want me to?" He asks and I just lick my lips, throwing the comforter off of me and crawling over to him, pressing the wetness of my pajamas against his thighs and he groans,

"Jesus Christ," he whispers and I pull his pants down and kiss his dick, "My God, Mitchel, fuck," he says and I take him in my hands, stroking him until he's hard and I rub my clothed crotch against his naked one,

"Uhhh," I can't control the moan that slips past my lips, "I can cum like this," I grunt and he grabs my hips,

"I want to see your dick," he says and he's so fucking sincire about it that I pull my pants down, grinding my body against his until both of us are moaning, pre-cum making our sweaty skin even more slippery,

"I want you inside of me," he moans, "Now," he grunts and I grab the lube, rubbing the tip of my dick against his entrance, "Ohh my God, now I know what you mean," he groans, biting his lip and pushing his hips against my dick, "Your tip is so wet," he breathes and I moan, rubbing it against him until I'm leaking profusely and he's dripping onto my own dick. It's all so slippery and wet and he smells like sex and I want him to smell like me when I'm done fucking him. I slip in and he grips the sheets,

"Mitty," he moans and I bite his shoulder, groaning as he tightens around my cock,

"Baby, fuck," I whisper and I feel his tongue slide up my neck. I'm sweating and he's licking it off my neck,

"Your taste is addicting," he whispers and I start to move, each stroke better than the last,

"Mmmm," I hum against his neck and I can tell he's getting close by the way he tightens around me, "Fuck, keep tightening around me like that and I'll cum," I warn him and he starts to lick at my neck again,

"Fuckin' ecstasy," he moans and I grunt, going faster. Eventually, I'm going fast enough that the bed is shaking and sweat is sliding down my spine, his nails digging into my skin. He clenches around me again and I moan loudly, cumming inside of him. He groans and I keep moving for him, the bed and our skin soaked in our pleasure. I groan as I watch the liquid splurt between us. I take my thumb and lick the pad, pressing the wetness to the tip of his dick and his reaction is perfect: he moans and he gets harder for a second before releasing, his eyes rolling back and his cum coating the both of us. I feel feral with his liquids all over me. I swipe a finger through the liquids he left on my chest and let him watch me lick it off,

"You should cum on me more often," I say and he groans, "No, really, I like it," I say and take another lick,

"Fuck," he groans and runs his nails down his face lightly. I suck on my finger until I stop,

"Besides," I say, leaning down and licking the cum off of his V dip, "I like the taste of sex," I say and he puts his hand on the back of my head as I lick up his pleasure. He moans and I hum against his skin,

"You smell so fucking good, what cologne did you use?" I ask and he tells me, a grin spreading across my face,

"Well, you should wear it more, it suits you," I say and he groans,

"You're so fucking horny when you have wet dreams," he says and I kiss him, letting him taste himself,

"Taste that?" I ask and he nods, "That's you, baby," I say and he smiles,

"You're fucking hot," he says and I sit on his lap,

"You're hotter," I wink and we sit there a moment, "Soooo, I'm not tired and I wanna fuck," I say and he doesn't need telling twice, his hands grip my hips hard,

"Great," he says and grabs some more lube, "'Cause I want you to ride me," he says and I smile,

"Gladly,"