Queen Oneshots (Slash)

Joger Xmas OS 4/4

here it is....lemme know what you think. 

I released his wrists and began removing my own clothing. He was so mesmerized that he merely watched as I undid my belt, throwing it onto the tile. I swiftly started undoing the buttons on my shirt before deciding to leave the tank top underneath on as I was a tad chilly. Once I turned to hang the dress shirt with our jackets, I picked up his discarded clothes and hung those up as well. I wondered why my boyfriend was being so quiet but rather than turning around I went ahead and kicked my shoes off.

I wasn't sure what position he was going to take me in, but most of the ones that we were limited to in a partially-wet floored bathroom could have easily resulted in me slipping like an idiot in my platforms. Roger snickered from a few inches away - apparently now next to me, kicking his underwear all the way off.

"You didn't have to take those off. I'm not even going have you standing..."

"I'm not getting onto this disgusting floor, Taylor."

He nodded without another word then undid my fly for me - I'd chosen not to wear boxers since my trousers were tight-fit and I didn't like the way the fabric bunched up underneath. Finally my swollen cock bounced free from it's confinement as my bottoms were removed. Things were seeming to gain momentum once again as Roger unexpectedly grabbed us both in his hand and jerked us together. I steadied myself with a hold on his shoulder as he sloppily tried to kiss me but we couldn't help moaning into each other's mouths as the spit still on his length helped his fist rub smoothly. It felt fantastic but I couldn't wait much longer. I needed him inside of me soon.

I begged him to get on with it between strokes and thankfully he moved on. He slipped off my shirt, against my protests, and hung it up on the rack with the towels. In a hurry to please me, he fished out a small packet of lube from his jacket. He ripped it open ceremoniously with his teeth and we both got to work lubing up his dick since the saliva wouldn't provide enough slick on it's own. To hell with prep, I seriously lacked the patience. I was directed to ride him as he sat back down on the closed toilet seat. He patted his thighs with a smirk - knowing this was my favorite position. I shivered in anticipation before sitting down and straddling him. I was not on his cock yet.

I wrapped one of my arms around his neck (he had already grabbed my waist as I positioned myself on his lap so he was still holding me there) and used my other hand to caress the side of his handsome face, "I'm not going to last long."

"That's fine. Honestly, me neither," he confessed, "You're just really hot...and a natural at cocksucking if I do say so myself," he added with a wink.

I didn't have time in order to reply to that playful remark because all of a sudden he was lifting me up several inches until I was hovering over his member. I felt that his tip was running along my arse. I hissed at the contact then brought my hand away from his face down to help him get lined up correctly. Once the head of his cock was flush against my entrance I brought my arm back up around his neck and took a deep breath in as he pushed through.

My eyes rolled back in my head and he moved slowly lowered me down. I gradually sunk onto him and just knew I could have been capable of cumming from the feeling of him inside of me alone. I let out a sharp gasp as he accidentally brushed against my prostate.

"You're so goddamn tight," he grumbled in an uncharacteristically low voice. His cock slowly retracted a little bit making us both let out a few whines but then he thrust all the way back and further inside of me. It felt good in a sinful way. My muscles were contracting uncontrollably seeming to pull him in as he thrusted upwards. Pleasure shot up my spine and I was moaning the entire time. He didn't stop going until he had pulled me all the way back down into his lap. I whimpered at the slight burn from the stretch but I didn't regret not having him prep me. I'm not sure how much longer I physically could have waited for this. Roger wasn't holding up too well either, I could already feel him twitching inside of me as he panted onto my neck. Nonetheless, he lowered the hold on my waist down to my hips and gripped them even harder. He raised my body slightly up off the base of his cock and then brought me all the way down again. This action was repeated by him several times, each thrust seemed to let him slide into me easier than the last.