Mine

Chapter Fifty Six

WARNING: WHOLE CHAPTER IS SMUT YOU WON'T MISS ANYTHING IF YOU SKIP IT.

"Fuck Dave, I need that." I raise my eyebrows at Dirk still holding onto his lip. He narrows his eyes at me and I slowly let go.

"And I need you."

"You're too awkward to fuck with a cast on." I pout and try to think of a position where my cast won't be in the way. Once I've got it I smirk at Dirk and he looks worried. "What are you thinking?"

"Doggy style. My cast will be out of the way and-"

"Why? Does it matter that much you're going to argue with me no matter what I say?"

"Yes." Dirk frowns.

"I'm not having sex with you. I'll get you off if you want, but I'm not fucking you."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Damn it Dirk."

"So, what's it going to be?"

"Fine, you can get me off."

"Good, I've been wanting to for a while now." Dirk's hands change direction from creeping up my shirt to pulling down my waist band. He carefully tugs my pant leg down my cast and leaves my pants about knee length.

"We're not even getting undressed?"

"Don't pout Dave, it's easier this way."

"How?"

"Easier to pull your pants up when we're done."

"Oh so this is going to be a quicky?" Dirk rolls his eyes.

"That's all your getting from me, for now anyway. We could always just wait until your cast is off."

"Ugh, I hate you. Now put your mouth on-"

"I am, I am. No need to say it."

"Well obviously there is if your mouth isn't- hmpfth." Dirk covers my mouth with his hand.

"You've got the dirtiest mouth I've ever seen Dave. Say something else along those line and I'll just bail." Dirk moves his hand and starts moving down again.

"Don't be a jerk."

"You're one to talk." I glare at Dirk, but he only smirks in return. Then he quickly leans forward and licks a strip up my member. 

"You better not tease me."

"That's what you do."

"Well, you better not seek revenge." Dirk smiles and I narrow my eyes at him. "I'm serious Dirk. I'll take that heavy cast and wack you in the head." This time he chuckles. He reaches forward and starts  stroking me. Then he leans forward a little more and slides my head into his mouth. I toss my head back in pleasure and try, unsuccessfully, to not buck my hips up.

Dirk continues to stroke me with one hand and with the other he holds my hips down. He starts moving his lips down my shaft. The farther down he goes the harder it is to resist thrusting up to his wet hot mouth. He removes his hand from my shaft and takes all of me into his mouth and down his throat. He swallows around me and then starts to slide off. I whine at him and grab his hair. I don't try to push him back down, but I let him know I disapprove of him stopping.

He slowly moves back down my shaft, but only about half way. He tries to hold my hips down, but I thrust up anyway. "Sorry." I mumble trying to get myself under control. Dirk keeps going as if nothing happened so I'm guessing he's ok. He just seems better at blow jobs than he use to. I mean he was always good, but he seems even better. So he was either holding out on me, or practicing. I try to shake that train of thought from my head. I don't need to start doubting him now.