Chapter 145: I Guess Revenge Tastes Like Cum (18+)
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Drawing on every gay porn video I had secretly watched for ’research’ and every late-night fantasy I’d had involving him, I leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe up the underside of his cock, savoring the salty, musky taste as my hand continued stroking steadily at the base.
The reaction was immediate and incredibly satisfying.
"Shit—Oliver, fuck..." Damien threw his head back against the couch cushions, letting out a deep, guttural moan that echoed through the room, his fingers tightening gently in my hair as his hips jerked forward instinctively.
"Your tongue feels incredible. Do that again, baby. Lick me just like that while you stroke me. God, you look so good on your knees for me."
I obliged, swirling my tongue around the swollen head before taking him a bit deeper into my mouth, my hand working in tandem to cover what I couldn’t quite manage.
His moans grew louder, more broken, the usual teasing edge in his voice fading into raw pleasure as I eagerly continued my exploration.
Like music to my ears...
The thrill of power surged through me again, mixed with a nervousness that heightened every sensation, and in that moment, I knew I wanted to hear those sounds over and over.
Damien was focused on me the whole time, those intense dark eyes seeming to peer right into my swirling doubts.
One hand found its way to my hair, his fingers gently weaving through it in a calming, reassuring manner that filled my chest with warmth instead of pressure.
He wasn’t forcing me; he was just there, offering the steady presence that always made me feel safe to take more than I could handle, his thumb lightly brushing my scalp as if to say he was right there alongside me.
"You’ve got this, Oliver," he murmured softly, his voice low and warm, with that familiar teasing tone, but gentler this time. "No rush. J...just do what feels right."
I took him in too eagerly, and ended up choking as he hit the back of my throat. I pulled back, coughing, eyes watering as I tried to catch my breath, a flush of embarrassment spreading across my cheeks.
Damn! I was right, this was a weapon!
Damien’s hand remained gentle in my hair, soothingly stroking it as he let out a low, affectionate chuckle that vibrated through his chest.
"Easy, baby... relax your throat," he said, his voice a mix of gentle guidance and teasing amusement. "You’re doing so well already. Just breathe through your nose and take it slow. Don’t force it. Let yourself get used to how I feel."
So much for control...
His words wrapped around me like a warm blanket, melting away some of my self-consciousness and replacing it with eager resolve.
I nodded, confidence settling in as I tried again, this time more carefully.
I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head, licking up the bead of precum before sliding my lips down his thick shaft, taking him deeper inch by inch.
Damien’s low grunt filled the room as I found a rhythm, my hand wrapping around the base to stroke what I couldn’t yet fit comfortably into my mouth.
The sounds he made...those deep, rumbling moans that grew rougher with every bob of my head, ignited sparks of pride within me.
I was the one drawing them out, watching as his usual composure began to fray at the edges while his hips shifted restlessly beneath me.
"Just like that... fuck, your mouth feels incredible," he groaned, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair, not pushing but encouraging me as I relaxed my throat and took him a little further. "Take a little more, Oliver. Breathe through your nose...yeah, just like that. You’re... you’re making me feel amazing, baby."
The praise fueled me, making my movements more confident as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked gently, my tongue pressing along the prominent vein underneath.
Damien’s moans grew louder and more broken, low grunts escaping him each time I swirled my tongue around the head before sinking down again.
I could feel him losing himself in the sensation, his usual teasing control slipping away as his hips began to rock forward gently, fucking my throat in shallow thrusts that had my eyes watering while a thrilling sense of power filled me.
He wasn’t being rough; he was just chasing the pleasure I was giving him, and the realization that I could reduce him to this, moaning and gripping my hair while his body tensed...made my own arousal pulse almost painfully.
A whirlwind of thoughts raced through my mind: the nervousness about whether my inexperienced technique was enough, the growing pride each time he groaned my name, and the sheer exhilaration of watching steady, unflappable Damien unravel because of me.
"God, Oliver... you’re taking me so well," he panted between those delicious low moans, his voice rough and strained. "Keep going, baby. Suck a little harder on the way up...fuck, yes. You’re gonna make me lose it if you keep that up."
That’s what I was going for, bud.
His words spurred me on, and I let him guide the rhythm, relaxing into the way he fucked my throat with careful, building thrusts.
The wet sounds of my mouth working him filled the room along with his increasingly desperate grunts and moans, his composure beautifully unraveling as his thighs trembled beneath my hands.
I could sense he was getting close, feeling his cock throb heavier against my tongue and his breath turn ragged, and a fresh wave of nervous excitement washed over me at the thought of pushing him all the way over the edge.
"I’m gonna come, Oliver...fuck—!" Damien warned, his voice breaking on a deep moan as his grip in my hair tightened just enough to signal the peak.
I pulled off with a gasp, stroking him quickly through those final moments, and then it happened.
He came hard, thick ropes of warm cum landing across my face and lips, catching me completely off guard.
The surprise made my eyes widen, a startled laugh bubbling up inside me at how messy and unexpected it felt, but I didn’t pull away.
So this is what girls went through, huh?
Cool...
Instead, I stayed there, breathing heavily as the evidence of his pleasure marked me, a strange sense of satisfaction mixing with the lingering nervousness.
Damien was still coming down from his high, chest heaving as he tried to collect himself, his darkened blue eyes hazy with lingering pleasure with a slight blush on his cheeks.
A sight for sore eyes...I must say.
I would have no problem gazing up upon this sight for the rest of my life to be honest.
He reached down gently, wiping some of the mess from my cheek with his thumb in a surprisingly tender gesture before leaning forward.
I couldn’t help the proud little smile that crept onto my face as I looked up at him, wiping the rest away with the back of my hand.
"Who’s acting like a virgin now asshole?" I teased, my voice slightly hoarse but laced with playful triumph. "Look at you, all wrecked and panting. I think I taught that lesson pretty well."
Damien’s gaze narrowed, a mix of mock irritation and something much darker, hungrier flashing in his eyes.
For a moment, worry flickered through me...had I pushed too far?
Was he upset?
I opened my mouth to ask, but before the words could come out, he stood up abruptly, pulling me to my feet with him.
His hand cupped my face firmly, his thumb tracing where he had wiped, and then he crashed his mouth against mine in a heated, desperate kiss that stole my breath.
The make-out session that followed was even more intense than before, our lips moving together with renewed urgency as his taste lingered between us.
Damien kissed me like he was claiming every inch of the victory I thought I had won, his tongue sliding against mine in deep, sensual strokes that made my knees weak all over again.
He held me tightly, one hand tangled in my hair, while the other roamed down my back, pulling us flush together as if he couldn’t get close enough.
The heat between us burned hotter than ever, the earlier power shift blending into something mutual and consuming that left no room for teasing or hesitation.
I melted into him completely, my hands fisting in his shirt as soft, needy sounds escaped me into his mouth, the line between who was teaching whom completely blurred in the passion of the moment.
I thought I was showing him a thing or two. Instead, I found myself craving more... and honestly, I wasn’t sure I minded.