[11:52pm] “You’re doing it again,” 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 didn’t 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. “When you run your hands down your thighs like you have a fever you just can’t sweat out,” you laughed. “I truly didn’t know that you were going to be here at this time. Did I make you uncomfortable, Mark?” Your sweet expression turned to sadness as he sensed the worry in your eyes.
Maybe it was the way you’d keep lingering fingers on his thighs whenever you sat next to him in class. Or how you’d whisper dirty thoughts to him while he was trying to focus on the professor. Or maybe it was how you’d 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 he’d wished in his head that you’d just do it. Do something— 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. “No, no, not at all! I- I like it.” Your expression perked up hearing that. Fiddling with his fingers, he confessed, “It just gets a little... frustrating sometimes.”
“Oh?” you softly said. “What’s frustrating about it, baby?”
“Like- like that! I like it when you call me that, and when you touch me. But it’s only for a little bit... and then it never amounts to anything more.” His heart was beating out of his chest as he confessed what he was afraid of saying all these months. “I just want— I don’t know— a little bit more.”
Biting the bottom of your lip, you tried to suppress a smile. “Okay baby, come here.” Mark was confused before you tugged him down by his hair to lock your lips in a sweet kiss. It wasn’t rushed, or harsh, just right.
God, it was better than he could’ve 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.
“What are you doing—“ 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. “Just stay quiet, okay?” A choked up “okay” 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 weren’t 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 didn’t 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.
“Ngh, Y/N... I’m about to cum,” the boy whimpered. In your head, you would’ve teased him a bit longer. Make him wait just a little bit more until you’d let him cum all over your face. But he’s 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, “I‘m gonna cum, I’m gonna come!”
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.
