Mexican Sniper (Kellic)

Chapter 24: If You're Gonna Be The Death Of Me, That's How I Wanna Go

There are 16 year olds at the Olympics and this is what I'm doing with my life

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"Oh fuck, Vic," I moaned out, clutching the bedsheets in my fists.

He lifted his head off me, grinning cheekily as he watched me unravel underneath him. I whimpered at the loss of contact from him until he bent down and took my entire length in his mouth again.

This was the first time I had ever had a blowjob before and the sensations of Vic's mouth combined with how sensitive I already was from earlier, was sending me over the edge in no time.

He was sitting at the far end of the bed, his hands firmly clasping my hips. I let my head fall back against the pillows and gripped onto the sheets tighter as I let out strangled moans.

"Uh, fuck I'm close," I groaned out, warning Vic but he didn't stop as he sucked harder. I bucked my hips into his mouth until I was shooting into it. He swallowed, grinned, sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He crawled up to me, running his hand over my cheek and propping himself up with his arm as he gazed into my eyes. He kissed me gently and I suddenly felt a wave of nerves as I moved over to fumble with the button on his jeans.

He stopped kissing me, pulling away from me entirely. I kind of felt my heart fall, was he having second thoughts about doing this?

"I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything," he said kindly.

"I- uh - I want to," I stuttered out, looking up at him anxiously. He was sitting on his knees, shirtless and his cheeks were flushed. Honestly all I could think of was hearing him moan.

"Are you sure?" He asked me, shifting closer to me. I just nodded, craning my head up to reconnect our lips. He grinned, taking control of the kiss and pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. I winced slightly, since my lip was still sore from being punched but I quickly tried to hide it in fear that he'd stop.

He slipped his tongue into my mouth and grabbed a fistful of my hair as he grinded his clothed erection against me. I was completely naked underneath him, feeling kind of exposed.

It had taken Vic no time to unclothe me and half-carry me upstairs. I had already felt that pooling feeling in my stomach from his words earlier and I had no idea he was going to come and do this.

I ran my hand down his spine, stopping when I felt the cold metal of something sticking out of the waistband of his jeans. I wrapped my fingers around it but he just reached around and swatted my hand away. He rolled off me, pulling the pistol from the back of his pants and thumbing what I had recently learnt was the safety, on. He placed it on the bedside table and came back toward me.

"You had a gun in your jeans the whole time?" I asked.

He frowned, confused by my question. "Yeah? I always have a gun on me."

"Do you? I've never noticed."

He shrugged. "Force of habit to have it actually. Probably shouldn't."

"It's kind of hot," I mumbled to him as he climbed back on the bed and hovered above me.

"Oh?" He smirked, kissing me again and running his hand down my side.
Eventually I pulled away from him,  moving down his body and tugging his jeans off.