TESLA
"Oh, fuck—" I panted as Spartacus pushed me against the wall.
While looking at me, he kicked his foot against the door, shutting it with a loud bang while his hands slipped underneath my shirt. They were warm and rough to the touch and while I was breathlessly waiting for his kiss, my lips already pouting, he didn't kiss me. He just looked at me as I felt his breath fanning against my face. He started to open up the buttons and when he'd finished the last one, he pushed the shirt from my shoulders only to bend and suck on one of my nipples.
He licked up and his mouth finally found mine, hungry lips devouring my lips.
I desperately plucked his shirt out of his pants and pulled it over his head, hating to break the kiss in the process. His topless muscled chest instantly caused me to start drooling. God, his body was so damn hot!
During our last time, he was mostly the one in charge, but now I wanted it to be different, so I leaned in, and started kissing his neck, checking if I could make it a different experience now. I wanted to do some work too and at the bar, he said I could. I mean, if he didn't want it, he could tell me to stop or whatever, right? I was his for the next few hours, to do with as he pleased.
But he didn't say anything, except "fuck" when I pushed my hand inside his pants.
I sucked and licked from the right side of his neck to the left side, running my tongue over his Adam's apple and I felt him swallowing as his cock hardened in the palm of my hand. My tongue slid lower, over his chest and the hills of his eight-pack before I slithered higher again, sucking on one of his nipples. Man, I was so damn horny, my cock a painful boner inside my pants.
He suddenly grabbed my ass and lifted me up like I was a weightless feather, walking us to the bed where he threw me onto the mattress.
"Take your pants off," he said hoarsely, which I did. "Underwear too."
Oh, hell yes.
He did the same and after he'd pulled his own pants down, it was time for his underwear. I just threw my last piece of clothing to the floor and watched him taking off his boxer briefs.
His beautiful hard-on flew out, smacked to his belly with a slap and I just wanted to dive between those strong powerful thighs.
"When you look at me like that, it's like you're begging for that mouth to be filled..." Spartacus said and I understood I was looking at him with my mouth hanging open.
This time I really was ogling him. And honestly, I wanted my mouth to be filled. It was fucking months ago since I sucked some dick and Spartacus's erection might be the very best specimen I'd ever seen.
He wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few tugs, making me almost choke on my own spit as I saw how he squeezed out a bead of clear liquid.
I kneeled and crawled on my hands and knees to the edge of the bed, towards him, and when I was close enough, I gave a long kitty-lick over his shimmering tip, tasting his pre-cum.
"Jesus," he breathed out while his hands fell on top of my head.
He looked at me, anticipation readable in his eyes, and I was happy to show this man why I was named King of cocksucking by one of my exes.
I once more drew my tongue over his abs, left to right, while taking a comfortable position. When I sat right, I dove down and took him into my mouth till his cock hit the back of my throat.
"Fuck," he gasped when I did it a few times more and then started sucking on the head, bobbing my head back and forth while one of my hands caressed his abs and the other his balls.
He had such a great cock and he smelled and tasted good too. I let my tongue roll over the rim, licked up and down the shaft, and deepthroated him some more while his hands were messing up my hair.
When a string of hair fell on my forehead and into my eyes, he softly brushed it away from my face. As I blinked up and my mouth was filled with his erection, I couldn't help to find that gesture cute somehow, the way he tugged it behind my ear while looking at me with dark eyes and an open mouth.
I couldn't get enough of him and as I was sucking him off like my life depended on it and slurping sounds bounced off the walls, he pushed me from his cock, saliva dripping down my chin. A string of drool still connected us before I wiped my mouth.
Oh, why did he do that?
"That's enough," he breathlessly ordered and grabbed my shoulders to push me on my back again. We kissed until it was him going down on me this time.
I felt his beard grazing down over my stomach and legs before he found his way to my most intimate spot. It felt so good, just like it had felt the last time. That soft tongue and that coarse beard, tickling me everywhere.
He started licking my balls, taking them in his mouth and rolling them around, drool dripping down my hole, and I couldn't help to grab my own dick. Spartacus released the ball in his mouth with a pop, looked up, and slapped my hands away.
Breathing heavily, I threw my head back when he started sucking my cock and pushed a few fingers in.
I almost went crazy by what he was doing to me for minutes long, until he stopped it all and crawled back up, rolling us around, and sat up, his back leaning against the headboard. He grabbed for the lube but I decided that he had opened me wide enough with his fingers and I was drizzling with his saliva anyway, so I straddled him and lowered myself, impaling my hole till he was buried inside.
I grabbed the headboard with both hands to secure myself. And now, I was gonna do my real name some honor and show him how I could ride.
He leaned in and kissed me as I was bobbing up and down, his dick grazing over my gland like it was specially made and curved for it. His cock hit me exactly where it should. "Ahh!" I moaned in his mouth when his hands grabbed my ass cheeks and moved with me at the same pace, supporting me as they squeezed.
When I opened my eyes for a moment, I saw he watched me in action. I didn't mind it, in fact, it only turned me on more.
At some point, when little beads of sweat started to roll down his forehead, Spartacus grabbed my cock, but this time it was I that slapped his hand away. I knew he was close, and wanted me to finish, but I knew I was close too and I wanted to come undone from just his cock inside me.
"I'm coming," I panted a few seconds later and while my dick flew up and down with each bounce, smacking against my belly every time, I shot out my load. Ropes of cum flew against his stomach, chest, and chin. It soiled the sheets and I don't even know where the fuck else it landed because I was too busy falling apart in pure bliss, clenching all around his cock.
"Ahh...shit!" I moaned and somewhere in the background, I heard him curse as he climaxed too.
I laid down on his chest, in my own sticky cum, panting breathlessly from the intensive exercise.
"Damn..." He said. "Were you that desperate, darling?"
I chuckled, dead-tired but so satisfied. "What is it with you calling me darling?" I mumbled.
"I just like it," he said as he slowly caressed my back.
"Do you call everyone your darling when they're with you?"
"Mostly."
"Well, now I feel less special," I replied.
"You are special, though..."
I looked up and he gazed at me with an expression in his eyes which was exactly like he had when I knew him as Dean. It was hard to recognize him in the beginning, but the more I saw him, the more I felt stupid for not seeing it straight away.
And every time I did, I felt guilty all over again.
After I laid my head on his chest again he asked, "If we were to meet outside of the hotel and I would ask you out. Would you say yes this time?"
"I don't wanna answer that," I answered.
"Oh, why not?" he softly asked while his hand started stroking my spine again.
"Because if I say yes, that makes me an even bigger hypocrite asshole."
I didn't want you then but now you're hot so I do want you now. I didn't want to think like that...
"And if you say no?" he asked.
"Then that would make me a liar, I suppose."
"So, you would say yes?"
"What does it matter? We're here, not somewhere else, and we can't date while we're here anyway. That's what Mike—I mean Bentley has told me."
Spartacus took a big breath and sighed. "I know. There's a reason for it too."
"What's that?"
"How would it make you feel if we were together and I picked another Rewarder as my prize?" he asked.
"I'd cut your balls off."
"Well, look at it the other way around. What if I would lose and the winner picks you? You can't refuse because you don't want him. And I can't forbid him to pick you. I mean I probably will try to forbid him, but he doesn't need to listen to me."
"But you always win anyway..." I said, rather proudly of him.
I sat up straight and looked at him.
"That's true." He smirked. "But you never know. Maybe by some miracle, someone else wins on one of their lucky evenings."
I slowly got off of him, making his soft dick slide out, followed by his cum. "What would you do now then? If someone else would pick me?" I asked.
I couldn't bear the thought of having sex with another guy. I just didn't wanna. I wouldn't say I was in love with Spartacus now, and I knew he wasn't in love with me. Why would he be? I was a total jerk to him. I don't even get why he chose me again. I mean, the first time he was clearly punishing me, but he chose me again... I was happy, though. He was an amazing guy. Maybe I wasn't in love, but I did like him. He was hard not to like. He's hot, sweet, and funny.
"I wouldn't let that happen," he answered.
"But you just said that if by some miracle someone might win—"
"It simply will not happen," he said and walked to the bathroom. "Come with me," he said, turning around and making a come here finger gesture.
"Yes, Sir." I smiled.
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