PsyCop 2.1 - Striking Sparks by Jordan Castillo Price

Author:Jordan Castillo Price [Price, Jordan Castillo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-05-23T02:10:22+00:00

“Come on, if I was a chick, I’d wanna be the middle of a boy sandwich with a stiff dick up both holes. Wouldn’t you? Might as well float the idea by her. Sneaking around like this—

it’s fun while it lasts, but eventually you get caught and all hell breaks loose.” Crash had been pushing in just a tiny bit deeper with each thrust he took, and now Andrew’s lips grazed his pubic hair. He watched in the mirror as the ruddy, veined shaft disappeared into his mouth, felt it bump the back of his throat, and go deeper.

“God, you’re a fucking natural. Suck harder, baby. Oh, yeah. How d’you like that mouth full of dick?”

Andrew’s cock twitched.

Crash set the mirror on the countertop and took Andrew’s head in both hands. He spread his fingers through Andrew’s hair and his thrusts picked up speed. Andrew grabbed Crash’s thighs and braced himself against them. They were hard with muscle, and dusted with coarse hairs. Nothing at all like a woman’s thighs.

“Where’ll I come first?” said Crash, his voice breathy. “On your face? In your hair? In your virgin fucking mouth?”

Andrew’s cock throbbed—hard, but Crash was plunging into his throat so steadily that he didn’t dare let go of Crash’s legs to beat off.

Crash clutched Andrew’s hair so tightly it hurt, and Andrew tasted a tang at the back of his tongue. Three more deep thrusts, and then Crash pulled back. His cock had been buried so deep it seemed to pull out, and out, and out, and he let go of Andrew’s head with one of his hands so that he could stroke his cock in Andrew’s face. “Watch,” he commanded, and he held Andrew there, by the hair, while his cockhead appeared and disappeared inside the spit-wet tunnel of his fist, the slit just inches from Andrew’s eyes.

Crash’s breath caught. His pumping fist stilled with his glans just showing beyond his fingers. And then, a shock of warmth. Semen hit Andrew’s forehead and cheek. It dripped down to his mouth, which felt swollen and tender.

And the smell—bitter and sweet. Like his, but not. He’d never thought about another man’s semen having a different smell. He’d never thought about lots of things.

Crash let out another careful breath, and stroked Andrew’s cheek with his come-slicked cock. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Andrew moaned and closed his eyes.

He felt the spongy, hot touch of Crash’s cockhead as it painted semen across his lower lip.

He realized he was shaking.

Crash let go of Andrew’s head and knelt on the floor with him. He draped his arms around Andrew’s neck and pressed their foreheads together. “You still turned on?” Andrew focused on his cock. It was stiff. “Yes,” he whispered.

Striking Sparks

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Jordan Castillo Price

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