Page 17 of Peep
I want to be mad at him for keeping me waiting, but it’s fucking impossible when he casually slides two fingers into his arse like it’s nothing. The glistening wetness around his hole makes me think he was probably prepping himself before coming on camera. I slowly start tugging at my aching cock, wanting to be lost in pleasure with him.
Seconds later, he’s adding a third finger and pumping in and out of himself with abandon. The way his shoulders suddenly curl and his body vibrates makes me think he’s pegging his prostate just right. Jahmar turns his head to the side and his lips part. I can only imagine the unholy moans falling from his lips.Fuck, what I’d do to hear them. I want to pull those sounds from him myself.
He removes his fingers and pants, squeezing the duvet between his fists. Fuck, was he close to coming and had to stop? Jahmar flips over and looks up at the camera, grinning and completely dishevelled.
I’m leaking like crazy now, so I roll my palm around the tip of my cock and glide it back down, smearing pre-cum along my length, providing an effortless glide.
Jahmar climbs off the bed with the dildo in hand and slams it against the mirrored wardrobe door just below waist height.
Oh, fuck.
He smacks the purple dildo, and his shoulders shake as if he’s laughing at the way it wobbles. He looks up at me with a broad smile and a twinkle in his eye. All the tension and anger I felt for him earlier disintegrates. He behaves like a fucking child at times, but there’s a lightness to him that softens the darkness inside of me. Even if I find him infuriating, he somehow manages to drag smiles out of me. My cheeks lift of their own accord as he continues to whack the dildo.
What the fuck has my life come to? I’m sitting on the bog at work wanking off to a tenant while he childishly flip-flops a massive purple dildo as I watch.
Jahmar’s knees bend as he leans against the wardrobe door, clutching his stomach. My hand stills on my cock, and I allow myself to laugh with him. This is bloody ridiculous.
Eventually, he pulls himself together and starts to stroke his length. I guess the time for laughter is over. His eyes take on a serious glaze, and he turns his back to the wardrobe and spreads his arse cheeks before backing up and slowly impaling himself on the toy. Jahmar throws his head back in pleasure as it stretches him open.
Holy fuck. Nothing has ever looked so erotic. The angle is perfect. He keeps his cheeks spread and doesn’t fully go back onto the dildo, so I can see his hole stretch around it in the reflection of the mirror. The view from the front is equally as enchanting. His solid cock bounces and leaks as he slams back, fucking himself. It doesn’t take long until he’s a quivering mess, barely able to hold himself up on weak legs as he seeks release. His mouth keeps opening wide, no doubt making sounds that would drive me wild. I want to hear those sounds. No, I need to swallow those sounds. They belong to me.
Jahmar
I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off; I almost came from my fingers alone earlier. It’s barely been fifteen minutes, and I promised Anders a show and one minute was spent laughing. I’m crazed as I fuck myself against the mirror. I can only imagine how fucking hot it must look from this angle, the reflection of my arse spread and impaled on my favourite toy.
God, I hope he’s touching himself. I hope this is the filthiest show he’s ever seen. I want tonight to be seared into his memory, so whenever plays with himself, he digs into his psyche for this very moment. I want to consume him like a brain-eating disease.
Spreading my cheeks impossibly wide, I pick up the pace, closing my eyes and getting lost in the sensation of the dildo catching my prostate. I’m dangerously close to coming, but something’s missing.Andersis missing.
My front door unlocking sends a rush of panic through me, and my frantic hip movements come to a standstill. My heart fights against my ribcage as I pull myself off the toy. This would be a really fucking terrible time to face intruders.
When Anders reaches my bedroom doorway, and our eyes lock, a rush of air leaves me.
“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” he demands, chest heaving like he just ran up ten flights of stairs.
I swallow the lump in my dry throat and slide back onto the dildo, releasing a satisfying groan as I’m filled once again.
“Fuuuck,” Anders drawls, almost too quietly for me to hear. He releases himself from the confines of his trousers and strokes up and down his flushed shaft. Wow, it’s a pretty cock; my mouth salivates at the thought of wrapping my lips around it. It’s average-sized with a significant curve that goes up. I can only imagine how fucking amazing that would feel dragging against my sweet spot.
Keeping my eyes glued to his, I rock my hips back and forth, gaining speed and letting my orgasm build once more.
“Please,” I whimper. I’m not exactly sure what I’m begging for, but I need him closer; need to feel some part of him on me before I erupt.
He barrels towards me, slapping my hands away from my arse and replacing them with his own. Stretching me so wide it’s almost painful. His fingertips tickle my rim where the dildo tugs in and out of my hole. Anders peeks over my shoulder so he can watch it slide in and out of me where he has me spread open.
I grip his hip, digging my fingers into the soft flesh as he rocks me back and forth on the fake cock. Uninhibited moans fall from my lips. I reach between us, tugging the jockstrap under my balls, exposing myself. I thrust against his stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum along the front of the shirt I lent him.
I turn my face, desperate to catch his gaze, but his eyes are glued to the mirror and my arse like he’s entranced.
“Do you have any fucking idea how hot this looks?” he murmurs against my shoulder before nipping me.
I frantically nod, unable to form words anymore, just pathetic whines and whimpers.
Anders releases the painful grip on my arse cheeks, and his hands frame my face. His eyes are wide and feral. I’ve never seen this look on him before. I’m usually the one calling the shots, but right now, he has me eating out the palm of his hand.
“You’re going to fucking destroy me, aren’t you?” he states; it’s not really a question.
“Hopefully.” I smirk.
