[11:52pm] âYouâre doing it again,â you chirped, sweetly smiling at the boy sitting right across from you. The bubbles from the hot tub only covered so much of your body, but Mark could tell you didnât seem to mind. He quickly averted his eyes as he ran his sweaty hands down his thighs.
Pink blossomed on his cheeks as you swam to kneel right before him. Sitting on the edge of the tub, the shy boy leaned back as you nestled your arms on his thighs.
You hummed to yourself as you propped your chin up on your hand. âWhen you run your hands down your thighs like you have a fever you just canât sweat out,â you laughed. âI truly didnât know that you were going to be here at this time. Did I make you uncomfortable, Mark?â Your sweet expression turned to sadness as he sensed the worry in your eyes.
Maybe it was the way youâd keep lingering fingers on his thighs whenever you sat next to him in class. Or how youâd whisper dirty thoughts to him while he was trying to focus on the professor. Or maybe it was how youâd lean in just so close so he could smell the sweet cherry chapstick that coated your soft lips. But never did you get too close. Yes, it was frustrating. So many times heâd wished in his head that youâd just do it. Do somethingâ anything to satisfy his mind for just one second. But did he hate it? Not for one second.
Chuckling with nervousness, Mark quickly denied it. âNo, no, not at all! I- I like it.â Your expression perked up hearing that. Fiddling with his fingers, he confessed, âIt just gets a little... frustrating sometimes.â
âOh?â you softly said. âWhatâs frustrating about it, baby?â
âLike- like that! I like it when you call me that, and when you touch me. But itâs only for a little bit... and then it never amounts to anything more.â His heart was beating out of his chest as he confessed what he was afraid of saying all these months. âI just wantâ I donât knowâ a little bit more.â
Biting the bottom of your lip, you tried to suppress a smile. âOkay baby, come here.â Mark was confused before you tugged him down by his hair to lock your lips in a sweet kiss. It wasnât rushed, or harsh, just right.
God, it was better than he couldâve imagined. The soft, pillowy feel of your lips against his brought out a muffled moan from his throat. All the while, your hands nonchalantly palmed his growing hard-on through his swim trunks.
âWhat are you doingââ His voice trailed off as you hushed him. Heart beating out of his chest, his breath hitched when dainty fingers pulled down his shorts to reveal his throbbing member. He watched as you swirled the tip of his cock, glistening with precum.
Placing one quick kiss on his lips, you chuckled. âJust stay quiet, okay?â A choked up âokayâ was all he could say before he felt the warmth of your mouth wrap around his cock. Fuck. Pure bliss cascaded down his body as your head bobbed up and down. Mark would be completely paranoid of strangers accidentally stepping into the scene if it werenât for the sinful way you moaned and whimpered as you took his cock deep into the back of your throat.
It was quite the scene for you to see when you looked up. Pathetic whimpering bubbled out of him with tears almost threatening to spill down his cheeks. And his hands, poor baby didnât know what to do with his hands. He ran them down his thighs, over the expanse of his torso. Mark sighed in relief when you intertwined his fingers with yours, just something to keep him grounded.
âNgh, Y/N... Iâm about to cum,â the boy whimpered. In your head, you wouldâve teased him a bit longer. Make him wait just a little bit more until youâd let him cum all over your face. But heâs just been so, so good. So instead, you huffed a breath and then pushed yourself down until the tip of your nose hit his stomach and you felt his engorged cock fill your mouth to the brim.
It was heaven to hear your baby whine for you like such a pathetic mess. The pink on his cheeks now turned to the brightest of red. Pleads left him, drifting to your ears like music. The boy squirmed in his seat, eager to cum inside your throat. Mark whined, âIâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna come!â
Thick globs of cum filled your throat a moment after. Gagging, you pulled back from his cock to let his cum spill out of your mouth. A string of saliva connected your lips to the red tip of his cock as you pulled your head away. You gasped for breath before Mark grabbed your drool-covered chin and brought your lips to his in a long, passionate kiss.
