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“Good boy, do it. I want your cum all over my dick so I can use it as lube.”
“You like being used, Joey? Filled with cum and sloppy?” “Yes,” I hiss as he thrusts in. “Good.” He leans over me to brush his lips against my ear while he speaks. “I’m going to fuck you like I hate you. Make this hole gape for me.”
“Use me,” I whimper in that innocent tone that belies what I’m doing. “I get so hard when you talk like that,” Nick growls. “Do sweet boys like being used as a fuck toy?”
“Hey, since we’re here, can we stop at that bakery? Debbi has the best cinnamon rolls.” And I want to eat one off your captain’s dick.
“You like being used, don’t you? My little gutter slut,” he growls, and goosebumps break out across my skin.
“Come for me, use me. Please,” I whisper against his lips, and he shudders. “Make me your cumwhore. I want it.”
“Good.” Nick slides his hands down my back and cups my ass, rubbing our hips together. “I need you.” I chuckle and bite his lower lip. “Again? You got off two hours ago.” “Cinnamon rolls now give me a hard-on.”
I want him to consume me in every way. This moment with him is the most alive I’ve felt in weeks. It’s fresh air and sun on my skin. A healing balm where I’ve been cracked and bleeding.
“Say it, baby.” His cock pulses again when he whispers the word, “Daddy.” I groan into his mouth, ravaging his lips and stroking him. “That’s right, Daddy’s going to take care you.”
He feels too good. Like that first gasp of oxygen when you’ve held your breath too long and your lungs are screaming for air. He’s a drug I’ve become addicted to and I can’t afford the distraction.
“Hey,” I release his hand when his grip loosens, “it’s okay.” Yet my heart hurts anyway. “I’m not rushing you.” Please pick me. I need someone to pick me for once.
“Such a dirty little fuck toy—” His dick twitches. “—letting me use your body any way I want to get off.”
“No.” I smile like the Cheshire cat. “Yes.” “I cannot face that woman after you ate her dessert off my dick!”
“I’m not fucking another cinnamon roll.” “How do we feel about bagels? Donuts? Danish? Apple fritter?” I ask him seriously, because I have plans. Lots of delicious plans. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He turns his back to the car and leans against it with his arms crossed. “What? I like my pastries with a side of dick.” Duh.
“It’s weird to eat food that was basically a masturbatory aid.” I shrug and finish the piece in my mouth. “How is it different than putting olives or raspberries on your fingers and eating those?”
You’re a flight risk, dude. But wanting you is stronger than the fear.” He cups my cheek and I lean into the touch. “If you need me to be brave for you for a while, I will. Lean on me, I’ll protect you. Even from yourself.”
