Ahem. Did someone order some more Lohen pussy eating? Coming right up!
You hadn’t expected this was how your training session with the Vice Captain was going to end today, your face buried in his cunt, hands gripping tightly on his lean, powerful thighs, leaving half moon crescents in his skin where your nails dug in as he grinded against your devouring mouth.
You’d had a particularly long session that day, not quite ever getting the upper hand on Lohen, but you managed to successfully block his onslaught of attacks which was an accomplishment in itself. When you’d both decided to call it, it wasn’t long before eyes began to wander. You were both covered in sweat and exhausted, but the way his skin glistened in the sun, the stretch of his muscles under his clothes, his scent….Before you knew it, you had each other’s tongue down your throats and Lohen coaxed you down until you were sitting on his face after those pesky clothes had been removed
You couldn’t count the times he’d cum at this point, but ultimately it didn’t matter. Your face was utterly drenched in his slick, your own drool mixing with his fluids that were slowly forming a small puddle from where it dripped from the side of your mouth. He was so vocal, a string of profanities and utter filth spewing from his mouth as your tongue continued to lap at his pussy, coaxing more of his juices into your mouth, drunk from his sweet taste on your tongue. Your jaw ached, but you didn’t care. Your only concern was getting the Vice Captain off as many times as you could, taking everything he was giving. You’d tongue fuck him until you mapped every inch, every sensitive spot of his hole and committed it to memory
He was grinding pretty aggressively against your face now, your nose being forced into his heat and taking in his heady scent. The smell of him, sweat and arousal, practically makes your eyes roll back into your skull, causing a groan to escape you and send minute vibrations straight through to Lohen’s core, forcing a strangled moan out of him. The sweet sound has you redoubling your efforts, sliding your tongue out from Lohen’s heat to attack his neglected clit, taking the sensitive bud between your teeth, then back again between his folds to lick at his wet walls.
Then suddenly, he’s lifting up off of you just enough to see your face. The loss of him against your mouth nearly makes you cry
There’s a wicked grin on his face, his eyes dark and hooded and glowing. Those ruby red pupils bore into you straight to your soul, mocking.
“Look at you, so needy for me, you let me make a mess of you and cum all over your face. How pathetic.”
If you were more clear headed, you’d point out that he was the one that initiated this and wanted to be eaten out, but you’re not clear headed. Instead, you whine, using your grip on his thighs to try and get him back where you need him most.
“Please.” You beg.
He laughs, and because he needs this just as badly as you do, obliges.
“Aw, like it that much? Need me that badly? Go ahead then, stick your tongue out for me. You know you want to.”
You stick out your tongue instantly, and he’s right back on you. He rocks into your mouth with reckless abandon, practically humping your face. You enthusiastically bury your tongue in him, thrusting your tongue in and out of his heat, lapping and sucking. He’s getting close, you can tell. His rhythm is becoming erratic. You prod at his clit and feel him quiver.
“Fu-f-fuck. Fuckin’ - fucking open your mouth.” He growls.
And you obey like a well trained dog.
He grinds down into your face like his life depends on it, grunting and moaning against the heat of your mouth. It's not long before you feel him squirt onto your eager tongue, shivering from the force of his umpteenth organism wracking his body. Once he comes down from his high, he properly lifts up off of you, collapsing onto your chest.
“You’re disgusting.” He says, but there’s no heat behind it. His eyes are soft, a lazy smile spread across his face. You return it, bringing a hand up to scratch at his scalp and feather your fingers through mint colored locks.
“You made me like this.”
He can’t help but smirk at that. “Good.”
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