Conner making his way to the top of my list
Straight Roommate: Crossing the Line
- Thread starter MastiffNutz
- Start date
Oops. Wrong story but Emilio has my heart too
Part 7
His words only fueled me, the heat of his voice spreading through my body like wildfire. I complied eagerly, relaxing my throat and letting him sink even deeper until my nose brushed against the base of his cock. The scent of him—clean sweat mixed with the musk of his arousal—filled my senses, grounding me in the moment.
Emilio’s cock throbbed against my palate, the veins pulsing in time with the frantic beat of his heart. His pre-cum spilled onto my tongue, salty and sweet, a tantalizing preview of what was to come. I moaned around him, the vibration drawing a sharp gasp from his lips as his grip on my hair tightened.
"Fuck, Justin," he groaned again, his voice trembling as his control began to slip. His thighs tensed beneath my hands, his body on the edge of unraveling. I glanced up at him, my eyes locking on his, and the sight of him—head thrown back, lips parted, chest heaving—made my own pulse race. He was entirely at my mercy, and I loved every second of it.
I slowed my pace for a moment, teasing him, dragging my tongue along the underside of his shaft before taking him deep again. His reaction was instant—his hips bucked, his breath hitched, and a string of curses fell from his lips. "Don’t stop," he begged, his voice hoarse, his need palpable. "Please, Justin, don’t fucking stop."
And I didn’t. I wanted him to fall apart, lose himself completely, and let go in a way he never had before. I wanted to be the one to take him there, to give him everything he didn’t know he needed.
"Fuuuck, I'm gonna cum," Emilio warned, his voice strained with tension. "Don't stop, Justin. You better swallow every fucking drop." I redoubled my efforts, sucking and slurping with abandon as I felt his cock swell and pulse in my mouth.
I redoubled my efforts, sucking harder, my lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm to push him over the edge. His breathing grew ragged, his grip on my hair almost painful. But just when he was teetering on the brink, I pulled back, letting him slip from my lips with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected us for a fleeting moment before I stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, a sly smile tugging at my lips.
His eyes flew open wide with disbelief. “Goddamn it, Justin,” he growled, his voice thick with frustration, his chest heaving. “I was about to cum.”
I chuckled softly, thoroughly enjoying the way his cock twitched in the open air, still rock-hard and glistening. “Oh, I know,” I teased, turning my back to him as I walked toward the dresser. “I just need to grab something.”
“What the fuck?” Emilio barked, his voice rising with exasperation. “You’re kidding me, right? I was about to cum so fucking hard!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer exasperation in his tone, squeezing some lube into my hand as I prepared myself. His frustration was delicious, and the look on his face when I turned back around was priceless—his jaw tight, his hands clenched into fists, his cock twitching with need.
"Relax," I said with a sly grin, spreading the lube over my entrance with slow, deliberate movements. I could feel his eyes burning into me, his frustration palpable, his need like a tangible force in the room. My heart raced as I bent slightly, giving him a perfect view of my ass, slick and ready for him. "I’m just getting ready for you."
But Emilio wasn’t having it. He stood up abruptly, his towering frame closing the distance between us in an instant. "I’m tired of telling you to stop playing with me," he said, his voice low and dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine.
Before I could react, his hands were on me, strong and unyielding, as he grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. I landed on my back, breathless and stunned, my body already buzzing with anticipation.
"Goddamn it, Justin," he growled, climbing onto the bed and pinning me beneath him. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me open as he loomed over me, his eyes dark with a mix of lust and frustration. "You really think you can keep fucking with me."
Emilio's eyes flashed with a primal intensity as he watched me flip onto my hands and knees, presenting myself to him in the doggy-style position. I scooted back, arching my back to offer him a clearer view of my upturned ass, my heart racing.
Looking back at him over my shoulder, I wiggled my hips just slightly, teasing him, my lips curling into a sly smile. "Maybe I wanted to see if you’d take what you want," I taunted, my voice barely above a whisper, daring him to lose control.
That was it. In an instant, Emilio was on me, his large hands gripping my hips with a force that made me gasp. He yanked me back against him, the heat of his body searing against mine as he leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear. “You want to play games?” he growled, his tone sending a delicious thrill through me. “You’re about to find out exactly what happens when you play games with me.”
Before I could respond, he slid a hand up my spine, pressing between my shoulder blades to push me down further into the bed. My chest sank into the mattress, my ass arching higher as he held me in place, completely at his mercy. The dominance in his touch made my heart race, my body trembling with anticipation.
“Stay just like that,” he ordered, his voice rough and commanding. “Don’t move. Don’t you even fucking think about moving.”
A soft moan escaped my lips as I clutched the sheets, my body aching with need. I felt the thick head of his cock press against my slick entrance, teasing me, sliding up and down until I was squirming beneath him. “Emilio,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Stop teasing me.”
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me. “Oh, now you want to beg?” he taunted, his grip on my hips tightening. Before I could respond, he suddenly stood up on the bed, looming over me with an imposing presence.
The moment I turned my head to gauge his intentions, he lunged forward, burying his massive cock deep inside me for a fleeting two seconds. I let out a startled shout, "OH SHIT! FUCK!" my body jolting from the sudden intrusion.
Emilio pulled out, standing tall once more with a smug smile on his face. My body was left sprawled and vulnerable, aching from the initial stretch. "Nah, toot that ass back up, la puta," he commanded, his tone firm and authoritative."
I hesitated for a moment, torn between the pain and the undeniable thrill coursing through me. But with a harsh tug on my hips, Emilio made it clear he expected compliance. Grunting in resignation, I pushed back against him, my body protesting the intrusion even as I sought more.
Just as I managed to settle into the new position, Emilio plunged back inside, holding himself there for a few agonizing seconds this time. I cried out, "Fuuuck! Emilio, I'm sorry!" My apologies fell on deaf ears; however, as he stood up again, his cock was still buried deep within me.
"Nah, don't apologize now," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You gonna stop playing games with me?" Before I could formulate a response, he dove down once more, spearing me on his thick length. I screamed, "Yes! Yes..yes…yes."
My words dissolved into a series of incoherent moans as he bottomed out inside me, stretching me to my limit. The sensation was overwhelming, a blend of pain and pleasure that left me breathless and trembling.
Emilio withdrew, his cock throbbing inside me as he paused momentarily. "That hole is so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "You want me to nut deep inside of you?" The question hung in the air, a tantalizing promise of what was to come.
I answered without hesitation, my voice weak but filled with longing. "Yes." My plea was barely audible, drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in my ears.
He shoved himself back inside me, and my body jolted forward, instinctively trying to escape the overwhelming stretch. But his hands were unrelenting, gripping my hips with a strength that left no room for resistance. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growled, his voice dark and commanding. “You’re not running from me.”
I gasped, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he pulled me back onto his cock, filling me to the hilt. The lube had done little to ease the sheer size of him, and every thrust pushed me further into a haze of pain and pleasure that left me trembling. My body tried to retreat, my hips shifting forward in a futile attempt to escape, but Emilio wasn’t having it. He yanked me back harder, forcing me to take every inch of him.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he snarled, his breath hot against my neck as he leaned over me, his chest pressing into my back. “You’re gonna take all of me, Justin. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
I whimpered, my knees shaking as he pounded into me with a force that left me breathless. It was relentless and overwhelming like he was determined to break me apart and put me back together at the same moment. My body burned, stretched to its limit, but the way he held me—possessive, unyielding—made it impossible to think about anything but him.
“Fuck! Motherfucker,” I gasped, my voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Emilio, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he interrupted his tone, which was rough but laced with a dark kind of encouragement. “Nah, you’re mine, now. You can take it… You will take this dick.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and despite the intensity, I felt myself surrendering to him completely. My body stopped fighting, stopped trying to run, and instead melted into his touch, into the rhythm of his hips as he drove into me over and over again. Each thrust sent shockwaves through me, my moans growing louder as the line between pain and pleasure blurred into something I couldn’t describe.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Thought you could run from me? Thought you could tease me like that? Now you’re exactly where you belong—taking this dick like a good little bitch.”
His words ignited something deep inside me, and I found myself pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts despite the ache in my body. The pressure was overwhelming, the pleasure almost too much to bear, but I craved more.
“Fuck, Emilio,” I moaned, my voice breaking as he hit that perfect spot inside me, sending a jolt of electricity through my entire body. “Don’t stop. Fuck, yes! Please, don’t stop.”
He chuckled darkly, his pace quickening as his hands slid up my sides, holding me steady as he drove into me with even more intensity. “Don’t worry,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m not stopping until you can’t fucking walk.”
His hips slammed into me again, and I felt the sharp sting of his palm as it came down hard on my ass. “Fuck,” Emilio groaned, his voice gravelly, raw with lust. The sound of slap echoed through the room, followed by another low, guttural growl. “Goddamn, Justin. Your ass feels so fucking good. So tight. I could fuck you all night.”
I whimpered at his words, the heat of his handprint blooming across my skin as he slapped me again, harder this time. The sharp pain sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from my lips. “You like that?” he asked, his tone dark, teasing. “You like me spanking this tight little ass while I fuck you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice trembling as his hand came down again, leaving my cheeks stinging and red. “Fuck, Emilio—yes.”
“Good,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips as he drove into me harder, deeper. “Because I’m not stopping until this ass is mine, motherfucker. Until you can’t sit down without remembering how good I fucked you since you wanted this dick so bad.”
Another slap landed on my cheek, the sting making me arch my back, pushing myself closer to him, needing more. His words made my head spin, my body trembling beneath him as he pounded into me relentlessly. But just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled out suddenly, leaving me gasping at the loss. Before I could protest, he grabbed me by the waist, flipping me onto my back in one swift motion.
“Your turn,” he said, his eyes dark and hungry as he stared down at me. “I want to watch you ride this dick. I want to see your face trying so hard to take this dick.”
I hesitated for a moment, my body still shaking from the intensity of his thrusts, but the look in his eyes left no room for argument. He reached out, gripping my thighs and pulling me closer to him, positioning me over his cock. “Come on,” he demanded, his voice low, commanding. “Don’t make me wait, Justin. Ride it.”
I swallowed hard, my hands bracing against his chest as I straddled him, feeling the heat of his cock pressing against me. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, gasping as he stretched me open again, filling me inch by inch. My thighs quivered as I sank down completely, his cock buried deep inside me, and for a moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck,” Emilio groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he guided me into a slow rhythm. “That’s it. Just like that. God, you feel so fucking good.”
I whimpered, my hands clutching at his chest as I began to move, lifting myself up before sinking back down onto him. The angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from my lips. Emilio’s hands slid down to my ass, squeezing the tender, reddened skin before delivering another sharp slap that made me cry out.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Taking my dick like a champ. You like this, don’t you? You like riding this big dick, don't you.”
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice trembling as I picked up the pace, grinding down against him with every thrust. “Fuck, Emilio. I love it.”
His hands tightened on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he met my movements with sharp thrusts of his own. “That’s it,” he growled, his eyes locked on mine. “You’re ass is so fucking perfect, Justin. So tight. So fucking good.”
His praise sent a rush of heat through me, and I leaned down, capturing his lips in a desperate, messy kiss. Our bodies moved together, the room filled with the sounds of our moans, the slap of skin against skin, and the creak of the bed beneath us. I could feel myself unraveling, my body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
“Emilio,” I whimpered, my voice breaking as I clung to him. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” he groaned, his hands sliding up my back, holding me close as he thrust into me harder, deeper. “Cum for me, Justin. I want to feel you fall apart on my dick.”
My body shook violently as the words triggered my orgasm. "Oh god, oh fuck, Emilio!" I screamed, my voice raw and ragged. "Oh shit, I'm cumming! I'm cumming so fucking hard!"
I could feel my walls clenching around him, my hole spasming as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. The pleasure was overwhelming and consuming, and I surrendered to it completely, my body wracked with convulsions as I rode out the intense high.
My release spilled across Emilio’s stomach and chest, glistening against his skin. His eyes widened in amusement, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Damn, bro,” he said, his voice thick and teasing. “You came all over me.”
Still breathless, I didn’t stop moving, my hips grinding down against him as I reached forward, swiping my hand through the sticky mess on his chest. Without hesitation, I brought it to my lips, licking my fingers clean while locking eyes with him. His expression shifted, his amusement giving way to something darker, hungrier. “You nasty bitch,” he said, laughing though his voice was tinged with disbelief.
I laughed, too, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of my orgasm, but I wasn’t done. I kept riding him, my movements slow and deliberate, teasing him as I leaned down to whisper in his ear. “You like it, though,” I murmured, my voice low and sultry. “You love how nasty I am for you. Don’t you, Emilio?”
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly as his cock twitched inside me. “You’re fucking insane.”
I smirked, rolling my hips in a way that made his breath hitch, his control slipping with every passing second. “Come on, Emilio,” I purred, my lips brushing against his ear. “I know you’re close. I can feel it. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?
“Shit, Justin,” he gasped, his voice breaking as his body tensed beneath me. “Y-you’re gonna make me... Fuck, I’m gonna—!”
His words dissolved into a strangled moan, his head falling back against the pillows as he teetered on the edge. I didn’t let up, my pace quickening as I rode him harder, my hands braced against his chest for leverage. His fingers dug into my ass, holding me in place as his body began to shake, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
And then he broke.
“Holy Fuuuuck!” Emilio shouted, his voice raw as he came, his release spilling inside me in hot, pulsing waves. His grip on my ass tightened, his nails digging into my skin as his hips bucked uncontrollably. His eyes rolled back, his head lolling to the side as he let out a series of guttural moans, his body completely overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm.
But I wasn’t done with him yet.
I showed no signs of slowing down, my hips continuing to move as he shuddered beneath me, his body twitching with oversensitivity. “Justin,” he gasped, his voice barely audible, his hands weakly trying to push me away. “I-I can’t... Fuck, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth, my lips brushing against his as I kept moving. “You’re not done yet. I'm going to milk you dry. Hold on to me.”
He let out a broken whimper, his hands sliding back to my ass, gripping me as if I were his lifeline. His toes curled, his thighs trembling as I pushed him past his limits, riding him through every aftershock, every spasm. His chest heaved, his breaths shallow and uneven as his body surrendered utterly, his mind too far gone to do anything but feel.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. “Oh my god! Oh shit, take it easy.”
I laughed softly, my movements finally slowing as I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Not yet,” I teased, my voice light and playful. “I’m not done with you.”
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I rode Emilio’s cock like my life depended on it, my hips moving with a ferocity that made the entire bed creak and groan beneath us. His hands grabbed at my thighs, his voice breaking as he begged me to stop. “Justin, fuck—wait! It’s too sensitive! Please, just give me a minute—”
But I wasn’t about to let up. I braced myself when his hands moved to push me off, his strength flaring in desperation. Before he could throw me off him, I grabbed his wrists and pinned them down against the mattress, leaning forward so my weight kept him completely trapped beneath me. “You’re not going anywhere,” I growled, my voice dripping with authority as I picked up speed, grinding down on him harder, faster.
“Oh, fuck!” he gasped, his head thrashing against the pillow as his cock twitched inside me, overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure. His body bucked beneath mine, but I held him in place, my grip on his wrists unyielding. The sound of the bedframe slamming against the wall filled the room; each thrust made it sound like the whole thing was about to collapse.
“Say it,” I demanded, my voice firm but breathless. “Say you love this ass.”
“Justin—” he whimpered, his voice cracking as I rode him harder. “I—I love it! Fuck, I love this ass!”
“Again,” I commanded, grinding my hips down in a way that made him cry out.
“I love this ass!” he shouted, his voice hoarse, his body trembling beneath me.
“Louder,” I said, my pace never faltering.
His words only fueled me, the heat of his voice spreading through my body like wildfire. I complied eagerly, relaxing my throat and letting him sink even deeper until my nose brushed against the base of his cock. The scent of him—clean sweat mixed with the musk of his arousal—filled my senses, grounding me in the moment.
Emilio’s cock throbbed against my palate, the veins pulsing in time with the frantic beat of his heart. His pre-cum spilled onto my tongue, salty and sweet, a tantalizing preview of what was to come. I moaned around him, the vibration drawing a sharp gasp from his lips as his grip on my hair tightened.
"Fuck, Justin," he groaned again, his voice trembling as his control began to slip. His thighs tensed beneath my hands, his body on the edge of unraveling. I glanced up at him, my eyes locking on his, and the sight of him—head thrown back, lips parted, chest heaving—made my own pulse race. He was entirely at my mercy, and I loved every second of it.
I slowed my pace for a moment, teasing him, dragging my tongue along the underside of his shaft before taking him deep again. His reaction was instant—his hips bucked, his breath hitched, and a string of curses fell from his lips. "Don’t stop," he begged, his voice hoarse, his need palpable. "Please, Justin, don’t fucking stop."
And I didn’t. I wanted him to fall apart, lose himself completely, and let go in a way he never had before. I wanted to be the one to take him there, to give him everything he didn’t know he needed.
"Fuuuck, I'm gonna cum," Emilio warned, his voice strained with tension. "Don't stop, Justin. You better swallow every fucking drop." I redoubled my efforts, sucking and slurping with abandon as I felt his cock swell and pulse in my mouth.
I redoubled my efforts, sucking harder, my lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm to push him over the edge. His breathing grew ragged, his grip on my hair almost painful. But just when he was teetering on the brink, I pulled back, letting him slip from my lips with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected us for a fleeting moment before I stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, a sly smile tugging at my lips.
His eyes flew open wide with disbelief. “Goddamn it, Justin,” he growled, his voice thick with frustration, his chest heaving. “I was about to cum.”
I chuckled softly, thoroughly enjoying the way his cock twitched in the open air, still rock-hard and glistening. “Oh, I know,” I teased, turning my back to him as I walked toward the dresser. “I just need to grab something.”
“What the fuck?” Emilio barked, his voice rising with exasperation. “You’re kidding me, right? I was about to cum so fucking hard!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer exasperation in his tone, squeezing some lube into my hand as I prepared myself. His frustration was delicious, and the look on his face when I turned back around was priceless—his jaw tight, his hands clenched into fists, his cock twitching with need.
"Relax," I said with a sly grin, spreading the lube over my entrance with slow, deliberate movements. I could feel his eyes burning into me, his frustration palpable, his need like a tangible force in the room. My heart raced as I bent slightly, giving him a perfect view of my ass, slick and ready for him. "I’m just getting ready for you."
But Emilio wasn’t having it. He stood up abruptly, his towering frame closing the distance between us in an instant. "I’m tired of telling you to stop playing with me," he said, his voice low and dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine.
Before I could react, his hands were on me, strong and unyielding, as he grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. I landed on my back, breathless and stunned, my body already buzzing with anticipation.
"Goddamn it, Justin," he growled, climbing onto the bed and pinning me beneath him. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me open as he loomed over me, his eyes dark with a mix of lust and frustration. "You really think you can keep fucking with me."
Emilio's eyes flashed with a primal intensity as he watched me flip onto my hands and knees, presenting myself to him in the doggy-style position. I scooted back, arching my back to offer him a clearer view of my upturned ass, my heart racing.
Looking back at him over my shoulder, I wiggled my hips just slightly, teasing him, my lips curling into a sly smile. "Maybe I wanted to see if you’d take what you want," I taunted, my voice barely above a whisper, daring him to lose control.
That was it. In an instant, Emilio was on me, his large hands gripping my hips with a force that made me gasp. He yanked me back against him, the heat of his body searing against mine as he leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear. “You want to play games?” he growled, his tone sending a delicious thrill through me. “You’re about to find out exactly what happens when you play games with me.”
Before I could respond, he slid a hand up my spine, pressing between my shoulder blades to push me down further into the bed. My chest sank into the mattress, my ass arching higher as he held me in place, completely at his mercy. The dominance in his touch made my heart race, my body trembling with anticipation.
“Stay just like that,” he ordered, his voice rough and commanding. “Don’t move. Don’t you even fucking think about moving.”
A soft moan escaped my lips as I clutched the sheets, my body aching with need. I felt the thick head of his cock press against my slick entrance, teasing me, sliding up and down until I was squirming beneath him. “Emilio,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Stop teasing me.”
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me. “Oh, now you want to beg?” he taunted, his grip on my hips tightening. Before I could respond, he suddenly stood up on the bed, looming over me with an imposing presence.
The moment I turned my head to gauge his intentions, he lunged forward, burying his massive cock deep inside me for a fleeting two seconds. I let out a startled shout, "OH SHIT! FUCK!" my body jolting from the sudden intrusion.
Emilio pulled out, standing tall once more with a smug smile on his face. My body was left sprawled and vulnerable, aching from the initial stretch. "Nah, toot that ass back up, la puta," he commanded, his tone firm and authoritative."
I hesitated for a moment, torn between the pain and the undeniable thrill coursing through me. But with a harsh tug on my hips, Emilio made it clear he expected compliance. Grunting in resignation, I pushed back against him, my body protesting the intrusion even as I sought more.
Just as I managed to settle into the new position, Emilio plunged back inside, holding himself there for a few agonizing seconds this time. I cried out, "Fuuuck! Emilio, I'm sorry!" My apologies fell on deaf ears; however, as he stood up again, his cock was still buried deep within me.
"Nah, don't apologize now," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You gonna stop playing games with me?" Before I could formulate a response, he dove down once more, spearing me on his thick length. I screamed, "Yes! Yes..yes…yes."
My words dissolved into a series of incoherent moans as he bottomed out inside me, stretching me to my limit. The sensation was overwhelming, a blend of pain and pleasure that left me breathless and trembling.
Emilio withdrew, his cock throbbing inside me as he paused momentarily. "That hole is so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "You want me to nut deep inside of you?" The question hung in the air, a tantalizing promise of what was to come.
I answered without hesitation, my voice weak but filled with longing. "Yes." My plea was barely audible, drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in my ears.
He shoved himself back inside me, and my body jolted forward, instinctively trying to escape the overwhelming stretch. But his hands were unrelenting, gripping my hips with a strength that left no room for resistance. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growled, his voice dark and commanding. “You’re not running from me.”
I gasped, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he pulled me back onto his cock, filling me to the hilt. The lube had done little to ease the sheer size of him, and every thrust pushed me further into a haze of pain and pleasure that left me trembling. My body tried to retreat, my hips shifting forward in a futile attempt to escape, but Emilio wasn’t having it. He yanked me back harder, forcing me to take every inch of him.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he snarled, his breath hot against my neck as he leaned over me, his chest pressing into my back. “You’re gonna take all of me, Justin. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
I whimpered, my knees shaking as he pounded into me with a force that left me breathless. It was relentless and overwhelming like he was determined to break me apart and put me back together at the same moment. My body burned, stretched to its limit, but the way he held me—possessive, unyielding—made it impossible to think about anything but him.
“Fuck! Motherfucker,” I gasped, my voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Emilio, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he interrupted his tone, which was rough but laced with a dark kind of encouragement. “Nah, you’re mine, now. You can take it… You will take this dick.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and despite the intensity, I felt myself surrendering to him completely. My body stopped fighting, stopped trying to run, and instead melted into his touch, into the rhythm of his hips as he drove into me over and over again. Each thrust sent shockwaves through me, my moans growing louder as the line between pain and pleasure blurred into something I couldn’t describe.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Thought you could run from me? Thought you could tease me like that? Now you’re exactly where you belong—taking this dick like a good little bitch.”
His words ignited something deep inside me, and I found myself pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts despite the ache in my body. The pressure was overwhelming, the pleasure almost too much to bear, but I craved more.
“Fuck, Emilio,” I moaned, my voice breaking as he hit that perfect spot inside me, sending a jolt of electricity through my entire body. “Don’t stop. Fuck, yes! Please, don’t stop.”
He chuckled darkly, his pace quickening as his hands slid up my sides, holding me steady as he drove into me with even more intensity. “Don’t worry,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m not stopping until you can’t fucking walk.”
His hips slammed into me again, and I felt the sharp sting of his palm as it came down hard on my ass. “Fuck,” Emilio groaned, his voice gravelly, raw with lust. The sound of slap echoed through the room, followed by another low, guttural growl. “Goddamn, Justin. Your ass feels so fucking good. So tight. I could fuck you all night.”
I whimpered at his words, the heat of his handprint blooming across my skin as he slapped me again, harder this time. The sharp pain sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from my lips. “You like that?” he asked, his tone dark, teasing. “You like me spanking this tight little ass while I fuck you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice trembling as his hand came down again, leaving my cheeks stinging and red. “Fuck, Emilio—yes.”
“Good,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips as he drove into me harder, deeper. “Because I’m not stopping until this ass is mine, motherfucker. Until you can’t sit down without remembering how good I fucked you since you wanted this dick so bad.”
Another slap landed on my cheek, the sting making me arch my back, pushing myself closer to him, needing more. His words made my head spin, my body trembling beneath him as he pounded into me relentlessly. But just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled out suddenly, leaving me gasping at the loss. Before I could protest, he grabbed me by the waist, flipping me onto my back in one swift motion.
“Your turn,” he said, his eyes dark and hungry as he stared down at me. “I want to watch you ride this dick. I want to see your face trying so hard to take this dick.”
I hesitated for a moment, my body still shaking from the intensity of his thrusts, but the look in his eyes left no room for argument. He reached out, gripping my thighs and pulling me closer to him, positioning me over his cock. “Come on,” he demanded, his voice low, commanding. “Don’t make me wait, Justin. Ride it.”
I swallowed hard, my hands bracing against his chest as I straddled him, feeling the heat of his cock pressing against me. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, gasping as he stretched me open again, filling me inch by inch. My thighs quivered as I sank down completely, his cock buried deep inside me, and for a moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck,” Emilio groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he guided me into a slow rhythm. “That’s it. Just like that. God, you feel so fucking good.”
I whimpered, my hands clutching at his chest as I began to move, lifting myself up before sinking back down onto him. The angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from my lips. Emilio’s hands slid down to my ass, squeezing the tender, reddened skin before delivering another sharp slap that made me cry out.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Taking my dick like a champ. You like this, don’t you? You like riding this big dick, don't you.”
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice trembling as I picked up the pace, grinding down against him with every thrust. “Fuck, Emilio. I love it.”
His hands tightened on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he met my movements with sharp thrusts of his own. “That’s it,” he growled, his eyes locked on mine. “You’re ass is so fucking perfect, Justin. So tight. So fucking good.”
His praise sent a rush of heat through me, and I leaned down, capturing his lips in a desperate, messy kiss. Our bodies moved together, the room filled with the sounds of our moans, the slap of skin against skin, and the creak of the bed beneath us. I could feel myself unraveling, my body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
“Emilio,” I whimpered, my voice breaking as I clung to him. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” he groaned, his hands sliding up my back, holding me close as he thrust into me harder, deeper. “Cum for me, Justin. I want to feel you fall apart on my dick.”
My body shook violently as the words triggered my orgasm. "Oh god, oh fuck, Emilio!" I screamed, my voice raw and ragged. "Oh shit, I'm cumming! I'm cumming so fucking hard!"
I could feel my walls clenching around him, my hole spasming as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. The pleasure was overwhelming and consuming, and I surrendered to it completely, my body wracked with convulsions as I rode out the intense high.
My release spilled across Emilio’s stomach and chest, glistening against his skin. His eyes widened in amusement, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Damn, bro,” he said, his voice thick and teasing. “You came all over me.”
Still breathless, I didn’t stop moving, my hips grinding down against him as I reached forward, swiping my hand through the sticky mess on his chest. Without hesitation, I brought it to my lips, licking my fingers clean while locking eyes with him. His expression shifted, his amusement giving way to something darker, hungrier. “You nasty bitch,” he said, laughing though his voice was tinged with disbelief.
I laughed, too, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of my orgasm, but I wasn’t done. I kept riding him, my movements slow and deliberate, teasing him as I leaned down to whisper in his ear. “You like it, though,” I murmured, my voice low and sultry. “You love how nasty I am for you. Don’t you, Emilio?”
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly as his cock twitched inside me. “You’re fucking insane.”
I smirked, rolling my hips in a way that made his breath hitch, his control slipping with every passing second. “Come on, Emilio,” I purred, my lips brushing against his ear. “I know you’re close. I can feel it. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?
“Shit, Justin,” he gasped, his voice breaking as his body tensed beneath me. “Y-you’re gonna make me... Fuck, I’m gonna—!”
His words dissolved into a strangled moan, his head falling back against the pillows as he teetered on the edge. I didn’t let up, my pace quickening as I rode him harder, my hands braced against his chest for leverage. His fingers dug into my ass, holding me in place as his body began to shake, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
And then he broke.
“Holy Fuuuuck!” Emilio shouted, his voice raw as he came, his release spilling inside me in hot, pulsing waves. His grip on my ass tightened, his nails digging into my skin as his hips bucked uncontrollably. His eyes rolled back, his head lolling to the side as he let out a series of guttural moans, his body completely overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm.
But I wasn’t done with him yet.
I showed no signs of slowing down, my hips continuing to move as he shuddered beneath me, his body twitching with oversensitivity. “Justin,” he gasped, his voice barely audible, his hands weakly trying to push me away. “I-I can’t... Fuck, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth, my lips brushing against his as I kept moving. “You’re not done yet. I'm going to milk you dry. Hold on to me.”
He let out a broken whimper, his hands sliding back to my ass, gripping me as if I were his lifeline. His toes curled, his thighs trembling as I pushed him past his limits, riding him through every aftershock, every spasm. His chest heaved, his breaths shallow and uneven as his body surrendered utterly, his mind too far gone to do anything but feel.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. “Oh my god! Oh shit, take it easy.”
I laughed softly, my movements finally slowing as I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Not yet,” I teased, my voice light and playful. “I’m not done with you.”
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I rode Emilio’s cock like my life depended on it, my hips moving with a ferocity that made the entire bed creak and groan beneath us. His hands grabbed at my thighs, his voice breaking as he begged me to stop. “Justin, fuck—wait! It’s too sensitive! Please, just give me a minute—”
But I wasn’t about to let up. I braced myself when his hands moved to push me off, his strength flaring in desperation. Before he could throw me off him, I grabbed his wrists and pinned them down against the mattress, leaning forward so my weight kept him completely trapped beneath me. “You’re not going anywhere,” I growled, my voice dripping with authority as I picked up speed, grinding down on him harder, faster.
“Oh, fuck!” he gasped, his head thrashing against the pillow as his cock twitched inside me, overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure. His body bucked beneath mine, but I held him in place, my grip on his wrists unyielding. The sound of the bedframe slamming against the wall filled the room; each thrust made it sound like the whole thing was about to collapse.
“Say it,” I demanded, my voice firm but breathless. “Say you love this ass.”
“Justin—” he whimpered, his voice cracking as I rode him harder. “I—I love it! Fuck, I love this ass!”
“Again,” I commanded, grinding my hips down in a way that made him cry out.
“I love this ass!” he shouted, his voice hoarse, his body trembling beneath me.
“Louder,” I said, my pace never faltering.
Part 8 is nearly finished, and I plan to share it with you in the next 48 hours. I truly appreciate your support and engagement with this story. However, I wanted to share that it will be the final part I post in this thread. Going forward, the remaining content will be available on my Patreon. Justin & Emilio complicated relationship is far from over! Thank you for your understanding and continued support!Patreon | NoahsEuphoria - Creating Erotic Stories
I'm excited to share the titles of the erotic stories I'm developing! While most will debut exclusively on my Patreon, you will be able to find some initial chapters and segments available on LSPG soon. Stay tuned for captivating and thrilling stories that will keep you leaking pre-cum and cumming!
Beneath the Badge: Love Against the Law
— About - Zane Carter & Officer Logan Hayes
Breaking the Lease: The Landlord’s Desire
— About - Julian Mercer & Mr. Zhen Huang
Death’s Embrace: Seducing a Killer
— About - Gabriel & Zarek
Hung and Nerdy: Geek in the Sheets
— About - Dominic Brooks & Sheldon Morse
Will emilio bottom at some point
Patreon | NoahsEuphoria - Creating Erotic Stories
I'm excited to share the titles of the erotic stories I'm developing! While most will debut exclusively on my Patreon, you will be able to find some initial chapters and segments available on LSPG soon. Stay tuned for captivating and thrilling stories that will keep you leaking pre-cum and cumming!
Beneath the Badge: Love Against the Law
— About - Zane Carter & Officer Logan Hayes
Breaking the Lease: The Landlord’s Desire
— About - Julian Mercer & Mr. Zhen Huang
Death’s Embrace: Seducing a Killer
— About - Gabriel & Zarek
Hung and Nerdy: Geek in the Sheets
— About - Dominic Brooks & Sheldon Morse
Yes, please @MastiffNutz
Part 8
“I—fuck—I love this ass!” he screamed, his voice breaking completely as his body spasmed, his muscles locking up as if he were being electrocuted. His words dissolved into incoherent moans, his head lolling to the side as he lost the ability to speak entirely.
By the third time, he couldn’t even form the words, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as his eyes rolled back into his head. His entire body was shaking, his chest heaving as if he couldn’t catch his breath, and yet I didn’t stop. I kept riding him, pushing him further, and taking everything he had to give.
Finally, I slowed my movements, my hips stopping as I leaned down, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. He didn’t even react at first; his body was completely limp beneath me, his mind too far gone to comprehend what was happening. His lips moved against mine weakly, his breaths shallow and uneven as I kissed him, my hands releasing his wrists to cradle his face.
He looked at me like he didn’t even recognize me, his eyes glassy and unfocused. It was like his soul had left his body, and all that was left was the shell of the man I’d just wrecked. I smiled against his lips, my kiss softening as I took in the sight of him—completely undone, completely mine.
Even though he was limp and soulless beneath me, his cock was still hard inside me, twitching and pulsing like it didn’t know how to quit. I reached back, wrapping my fingers around it as I slowly lifted myself off him. The moment his cock popped free, he flinched violently, his entire body jerking as if I’d shocked him back to life. “Goddamn!” he shouted, his voice raw and shaky, his eyes snapping open as he stared at me in disbelief.
I couldn’t help but laugh softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead as I said, “Damn, bro, welcome back.”
He groaned, his body still trembling as he tried to catch his breath, his hands weakly reaching for me. “You’re fucking crazy,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.
“You know it felt good,” I teased, brushing my lips against his one last time before sliding off him completely, leaving him sprawled across the bed, utterly wrecked and completely at my mercy.
As Emilio lay there, completely spent and still trying to catch his breath, I reached for his arm, pulling it gently around me as I shifted us into a spooning position. His body was warm and heavy against mine, his chest pressing into my back as his arm draped over my waist. For a moment, it felt calm—peaceful even—but then he jerked suddenly, his body tensing behind me.
“Oh shit,” he gasped, his voice shaky and raw. I felt his still-hard cock brush against my ass cheek, the heat of it making me smile.
I glanced back at him, biting my lip. “Damn, Emilio,” I teased, my voice playful. “I can’t believe it’s still hard.”
There was a pause, his breath hitching as if he was trying to muster the energy to respond. Finally, he let out a weak, almost breathless laugh. “It’s got a mind of its own,” he muttered, his voice so soft I almost didn’t catch it.
I laughed quietly, shaking my head. “Well,” I said, reaching behind me to guide him back into position, my fingers wrapping around his length. “Let’s just put it back in for now.”
The moment I slid him back inside me, Emilio flinched, his entire body shuddering as he let out a strangled “Oh fuck!” His arm tightened around me instinctively, pulling me closer as if he needed to anchor himself. His forehead pressed against the back of my neck, his breaths warm and uneven against my skin.
I giggled softly, turning my head slightly. “You okay back there?” I asked my tone light and teasing.
“Mmhmm,” he hummed, his voice low and muffled against my shoulder. His grip on me didn’t loosen, his body pressing even closer as if he couldn’t bear to let go. I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my back, the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing began to slow.
For a while, we just lay there, tangled together in the quiet aftermath. The room was filled with the soft sounds of our breathing, the warmth of his body lulling me into a comfortable haze. Eventually, his grip on me softened, his breaths becoming deeper and more even as sleep claimed him.
I smiled to myself, my eyes growing heavy as I felt his lips brush faintly against the back of my neck—a small, unconscious gesture. With him still inside me, his body wrapped around mine, I let myself drift off, feeling safe, satisfied, and completely at ease.
I stirred awake slowly, my body deliciously sore in all the right places. As consciousness returned, I became aware of a warm, heavy presence still nestled deep inside me. Emilio's soft snores tickled the back of my neck, his strong arms wrapped possessively around my waist, holding me flush against his chest. His morning wood throbbed gently within my walls, a pleasant reminder of our intense activities from the last night.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I carefully extricated myself from his embrace, wincing slightly as his flaccid cock slipped out of me with a soft pop. I glanced back to see Emilio stir briefly, mumbling something unintelligible before settling back into a deep slumber, one muscular thigh thrown haphazardly over the sheets.
I slipped out of bed and padded softly across the wooden floor to my dresser. Pulling on a pair of loose boxers and a worn white t-shirt, I made my way to the kitchen, my stomach rumbling with hunger.
Just as I was plating the scrambled eggs and bacon, I heard the unmistakable sound of movement from the bedroom. The soft rustle of sheets, a groan, and then the creak of the bed as Emilio stirred awake. I smirked to myself as I thought back to the events of last night—how raw, vulnerable, and intense it had been.
Turning my head, I saw Emilio standing in the doorway, completely naked, his hair a wild mess, his eyes still heavy with sleep. He leaned against the doorframe, scratching the back of his neck as he took in the sight of me fixing the plate.
"Morning," Emilio muttered, his voice low and gravelly, still thick with sleep. A lazy smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned against the doorway, watching me move around the kitchen. "I’m sure you slept good," he added, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm.
Before I could respond, he sauntered over, his bare feet padding softly against the cool tile floor. He didn’t stop until he was right behind me, his presence warm and overwhelming as he leaned in close, peering over my shoulder at the food sizzling in the pan. His breath brushed against the back of my neck, and I could feel the smirk on his lips without even turning around.
"You know," he began, his voice smooth and teasing, "you drained the fuck out of me last night." His words were laced with amusement, but the heat behind them made me nervous. "I swear, you don’t know when to stop."
I froze for a moment, spatula in hand, as Emilio’s words sank in. He was teasing me—actually teasing me about last night. My mind raced, trying to reconcile this version of Emilio with the one I thought I’d wake up to: awkward, quiet, maybe even regretful. Instead, here he was, leaning against the counter, completely naked, his smirk as cocky as ever, acting like we hadn’t just crossed every line imaginable.
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, trying to gauge his mood. He didn’t seem uncomfortable at all. If anything, he looked... relaxed. Confident. Like he was completely at ease with what had happened.
"Uh," I started, my voice catching slightly as I turned back to the pan of eggs, trying to play it cool. "Well, you didn’t exactly tell me to stop."
He let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Yeah, well," he said, and I could hear the grin in his voice. "I wasn’t exactly in a position to say much, was I?"
I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head as I scooped the eggs onto two plates. I turned to hand him one, my eyes flickering down for just a second before darting back up. He was still stark naked, and thanks to the glass table in the kitchen, there was no hiding anything. His cock swayed slightly as he moved to sit down, and I quickly looked away, feeling heat creep up my neck.
"Seriously, Emilio," I said, setting the plates down on the table. "You’re just gonna sit there like that?"
He shrugged, completely unbothered, as he grabbed a fork. "What? It’s my apartment, too." He gave me a cheeky grin before digging into his food, clearly enjoying how flustered I was.
I sighed, sitting across from him and trying to focus on my breakfast. But it was impossible to ignore the fact that he was still naked—and the glass table wasn’t doing me any favors. Every time I glanced down, I caught a glimpse of him, and it was like my brain short-circuited all over again.
We ate in relative silence for a few minutes, the clinking of forks against plates the only sound in the room. I was starting to think maybe he wasn’t going to bring it up again—perhaps this was just his way of brushing it off—when he suddenly spoke.
"Hey, bro," he said casually as if we were discussing the weather. "You down to hit the gym with me later?"
I blinked at him, caught off guard by the sudden change in subject. "Uh... yeah, of course," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "When were you thinking?"
He shrugged, leaning back in his chair as he finished the last bite of his eggs. "Maybe in an hour or so? Gives us time to digest."
I nodded, still trying to figure out what was going on in his head. He was acting so... normal. Like last night hadn’t completely flipped our relationship upside down. I couldn’t tell if he was genuinely okay with it or if this was just his way of avoiding an uncomfortable conversation.
As I watched him get up to put his plate in the sink, his cock swinging freely with every step, I realized something: Emilio wasn’t the one who felt awkward—I was. He was completely at ease as if nothing had changed. And maybe, for him, nothing had.
"Cool," he said, turning to lean against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. "You’re spotting me, though. I’m still wrecked from last night."
I nearly choked on my coffee, and he laughed the sound warm and teasing. "Relax, man," he said, his grin widening. "I’m just messing with you."
But there was something in his eyes—something playful, but also... curious. Like he was testing the waters, trying to see how I’d react.
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, shaking my head as I stood to clear my plate. "You better not pass out on me at the gym, though."
He smirked, pushing off the counter to head toward the bedroom. "Don’t worry, bro," he called over his shoulder. "I’ve got plenty of stamina left."
I groaned, rubbing a hand over my face as I heard him laugh from down the hall. This was going to be... interesting.
The gym was packed, and the sound of weights clanking and treadmills humming filled the air. Emilio and I had been working out together for months, but today felt different. Every time he leaned over to adjust the bench press or grabbed a dumbbell, I couldn’t help but replay the events of last night in my head.
"Yo, you good?" Emilio asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. He was standing over me, his hands on his hips, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck.
"Yeah, yeah," I said quickly, shaking my head. "Just... tired."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but didn’t press the issue. Instead, he handed me a towel and nodded toward the squat rack. "Your turn."
As I got into position, I felt his eyes on me, watching closely as I lowered myself into the squat. His gaze felt heavier than usual, and when I stood back up, I caught him smirking out of the corner of my eye.
"What?" I asked, wiping sweat from my forehead.
"Nothing," he said, his tone light and teasing. "Just thinking about how you were riding me last night. You’ve got good form."
I nearly dropped the barbell, my face heating up as I turned to glare at him. "Emilio!" I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one had heard.
He just laughed, completely unbothered, as he leaned against the rack. "What? I’m just saying. You’ve got strong legs, bro. It’s impressive."
I groaned, shaking my head as I set the barbell back on the rack. "Don't be too loud. You’re so fucking unbelievable."
He laughed uncontrollably, slapping me on the shoulder. "Come on, man. I'm just playing with you. Lighten up a bit!"
As we moved on to the next exercise, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was just Emilio being himself—playful, carefree, and a bit of a troublemaker—or if there was something deeper behind his teasing. Either way, I had a feeling that things between us would never be the same.
After our workout, Emilio suggested we take a shower at the gym rather than heading home immediately. "I don't wanna go straight there," he explained, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Want to hit up the mall instead? I need to buy some new shoes."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the unexpected detour. "Okay, sure. Lead the way, coach."
We made our way to the locker rooms, shedding our sweaty clothes and tossing them into the respective bins. As we entered the showers, steam billowed around us, and the sound of rushing water filled the space. Emilio stripped off his boxers, revealing his still-semi-erect cock, and stepped under the spray. I followed suit, my own dick stirring to life as the warm water cascaded over my skin.
As I rinsed the soap off my face, I felt Emilio's hands close around my wrists, pinning them above my head against the tiled wall. I froze, my heart pounding as I met his gaze, the water cascading around us, muffling the world outside.
His grip was firm and unyielding, and for a brief moment, I wasn't sure what to expect. Was this another one of his playful teases? Or was he actually trying to fuck me in public?
“Emilio,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the running water. “What are you doing?”
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Relax,” he murmured, his tone low but filled with confidence. “No one’s paying attention. It’s just us.”
I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. There was something about the way he said it that made it impossible to push him away. Still, the thought of where we were, the risk we were taking, made my stomach twist. “We’re gonna get caught,” I said, my voice firmer this time. “This is crazy.”
Emilio's lips brushed against my ear, his voice a mere whisper. "Shut up," he commanded, his tone stern yet playful.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to spill from my lips. His cock, hard and ready, pushed past my entrance, stretching me open as he buried himself deep inside me. I gasped, my breath hitching in my throat as pleasure surged through me.
"Fuck," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Emilio..."
Emilio's hips snapped forward, driving his thick cock deeper into my ass. I cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth as he captured my lips in a fierce, dominating kiss. His tongue plundered my mouth, claiming every inch as he fucked me with ruthless precision.
I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock throbbing inside me, hitting spots that made stars explode behind my eyelids. My body arched to meet each powerful thrust. The force of his penetration sent shocks of pleasure radiating through my core, making my balls tighten and my dick twitch with need.
"Ah, fuck yes," Emilio groaned against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. "Take it, Justin. Take my fat cock. You love this dick, don't you? "
I nodded, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. "Mmmhmm," I managed to choke out, my voice hoarse from the intense kissing.
Before I could process what was happening, Emilio pulled out abruptly, his cock slipping free of my ass with a lewd squelch. We both froze, listening intently as footsteps echoed closer, growing louder with each passing second.
“Justin, come with me,” Emilio called out as I stumbled behind him, trying to keep up, my legs still shaky from the intense fucking. He practically dragged me into the last available bathroom stall, closing the metal door shut behind us.
"Get on your knees, Justin," he growled, his voice low and urgent.
I hesitated, my heart racing as I glanced around the cramped space. The stall was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a small window high above the toilet. The acrid scent of disinfectant hung heavy in the air, mixing with the musky aroma of our arousal.
"We can't do this here," I protested, my voice barely above a whisper. "They could kick us out, call the cops..."
Emilio cut me off, his tone harsh and commanding. "Stop being a pussy, Justin. Do what I say. Get on your fucking knees and suck this dick."
I sank to my knees, the cold tile biting into my skin as I looked up at Emilio. His cock jutted out proudly, glistening with precum. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around the thick shaft and giving it a tentative stroke.
"Please, Emilio," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Be quick. Someone could walk in at any moment."
He let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly into my hand. "Trust me, bro. They won't catch us. I promise you I'll cum quick."
I hesitated, my doubts swirling in my mind. Public sex was a whole new level of risky, and I'd never done anything like this before. But before I could voice my concerns, Emilio lost patience.
Without warning, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his massive cock down my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering as he forced me to take him deeper. The taste of him, salty and musky, filled my senses, making my head spin.
"Mmph!" I managed to choke out, my hands fumbling at his thighs as I tried to steady myself. Emilio's grip on my hair tightened, holding me in place as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth with brutal efficiency.
I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only focus on the relentless pace of his cock as it plunged in and out of my throat.
“I—fuck—I love this ass!” he screamed, his voice breaking completely as his body spasmed, his muscles locking up as if he were being electrocuted. His words dissolved into incoherent moans, his head lolling to the side as he lost the ability to speak entirely.
By the third time, he couldn’t even form the words, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as his eyes rolled back into his head. His entire body was shaking, his chest heaving as if he couldn’t catch his breath, and yet I didn’t stop. I kept riding him, pushing him further, and taking everything he had to give.
Finally, I slowed my movements, my hips stopping as I leaned down, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. He didn’t even react at first; his body was completely limp beneath me, his mind too far gone to comprehend what was happening. His lips moved against mine weakly, his breaths shallow and uneven as I kissed him, my hands releasing his wrists to cradle his face.
He looked at me like he didn’t even recognize me, his eyes glassy and unfocused. It was like his soul had left his body, and all that was left was the shell of the man I’d just wrecked. I smiled against his lips, my kiss softening as I took in the sight of him—completely undone, completely mine.
Even though he was limp and soulless beneath me, his cock was still hard inside me, twitching and pulsing like it didn’t know how to quit. I reached back, wrapping my fingers around it as I slowly lifted myself off him. The moment his cock popped free, he flinched violently, his entire body jerking as if I’d shocked him back to life. “Goddamn!” he shouted, his voice raw and shaky, his eyes snapping open as he stared at me in disbelief.
I couldn’t help but laugh softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead as I said, “Damn, bro, welcome back.”
He groaned, his body still trembling as he tried to catch his breath, his hands weakly reaching for me. “You’re fucking crazy,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.
“You know it felt good,” I teased, brushing my lips against his one last time before sliding off him completely, leaving him sprawled across the bed, utterly wrecked and completely at my mercy.
As Emilio lay there, completely spent and still trying to catch his breath, I reached for his arm, pulling it gently around me as I shifted us into a spooning position. His body was warm and heavy against mine, his chest pressing into my back as his arm draped over my waist. For a moment, it felt calm—peaceful even—but then he jerked suddenly, his body tensing behind me.
“Oh shit,” he gasped, his voice shaky and raw. I felt his still-hard cock brush against my ass cheek, the heat of it making me smile.
I glanced back at him, biting my lip. “Damn, Emilio,” I teased, my voice playful. “I can’t believe it’s still hard.”
There was a pause, his breath hitching as if he was trying to muster the energy to respond. Finally, he let out a weak, almost breathless laugh. “It’s got a mind of its own,” he muttered, his voice so soft I almost didn’t catch it.
I laughed quietly, shaking my head. “Well,” I said, reaching behind me to guide him back into position, my fingers wrapping around his length. “Let’s just put it back in for now.”
The moment I slid him back inside me, Emilio flinched, his entire body shuddering as he let out a strangled “Oh fuck!” His arm tightened around me instinctively, pulling me closer as if he needed to anchor himself. His forehead pressed against the back of my neck, his breaths warm and uneven against my skin.
I giggled softly, turning my head slightly. “You okay back there?” I asked my tone light and teasing.
“Mmhmm,” he hummed, his voice low and muffled against my shoulder. His grip on me didn’t loosen, his body pressing even closer as if he couldn’t bear to let go. I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my back, the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing began to slow.
For a while, we just lay there, tangled together in the quiet aftermath. The room was filled with the soft sounds of our breathing, the warmth of his body lulling me into a comfortable haze. Eventually, his grip on me softened, his breaths becoming deeper and more even as sleep claimed him.
I smiled to myself, my eyes growing heavy as I felt his lips brush faintly against the back of my neck—a small, unconscious gesture. With him still inside me, his body wrapped around mine, I let myself drift off, feeling safe, satisfied, and completely at ease.
I stirred awake slowly, my body deliciously sore in all the right places. As consciousness returned, I became aware of a warm, heavy presence still nestled deep inside me. Emilio's soft snores tickled the back of my neck, his strong arms wrapped possessively around my waist, holding me flush against his chest. His morning wood throbbed gently within my walls, a pleasant reminder of our intense activities from the last night.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I carefully extricated myself from his embrace, wincing slightly as his flaccid cock slipped out of me with a soft pop. I glanced back to see Emilio stir briefly, mumbling something unintelligible before settling back into a deep slumber, one muscular thigh thrown haphazardly over the sheets.
I slipped out of bed and padded softly across the wooden floor to my dresser. Pulling on a pair of loose boxers and a worn white t-shirt, I made my way to the kitchen, my stomach rumbling with hunger.
Just as I was plating the scrambled eggs and bacon, I heard the unmistakable sound of movement from the bedroom. The soft rustle of sheets, a groan, and then the creak of the bed as Emilio stirred awake. I smirked to myself as I thought back to the events of last night—how raw, vulnerable, and intense it had been.
Turning my head, I saw Emilio standing in the doorway, completely naked, his hair a wild mess, his eyes still heavy with sleep. He leaned against the doorframe, scratching the back of his neck as he took in the sight of me fixing the plate.
"Morning," Emilio muttered, his voice low and gravelly, still thick with sleep. A lazy smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned against the doorway, watching me move around the kitchen. "I’m sure you slept good," he added, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm.
Before I could respond, he sauntered over, his bare feet padding softly against the cool tile floor. He didn’t stop until he was right behind me, his presence warm and overwhelming as he leaned in close, peering over my shoulder at the food sizzling in the pan. His breath brushed against the back of my neck, and I could feel the smirk on his lips without even turning around.
"You know," he began, his voice smooth and teasing, "you drained the fuck out of me last night." His words were laced with amusement, but the heat behind them made me nervous. "I swear, you don’t know when to stop."
I froze for a moment, spatula in hand, as Emilio’s words sank in. He was teasing me—actually teasing me about last night. My mind raced, trying to reconcile this version of Emilio with the one I thought I’d wake up to: awkward, quiet, maybe even regretful. Instead, here he was, leaning against the counter, completely naked, his smirk as cocky as ever, acting like we hadn’t just crossed every line imaginable.
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, trying to gauge his mood. He didn’t seem uncomfortable at all. If anything, he looked... relaxed. Confident. Like he was completely at ease with what had happened.
"Uh," I started, my voice catching slightly as I turned back to the pan of eggs, trying to play it cool. "Well, you didn’t exactly tell me to stop."
He let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Yeah, well," he said, and I could hear the grin in his voice. "I wasn’t exactly in a position to say much, was I?"
I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head as I scooped the eggs onto two plates. I turned to hand him one, my eyes flickering down for just a second before darting back up. He was still stark naked, and thanks to the glass table in the kitchen, there was no hiding anything. His cock swayed slightly as he moved to sit down, and I quickly looked away, feeling heat creep up my neck.
"Seriously, Emilio," I said, setting the plates down on the table. "You’re just gonna sit there like that?"
He shrugged, completely unbothered, as he grabbed a fork. "What? It’s my apartment, too." He gave me a cheeky grin before digging into his food, clearly enjoying how flustered I was.
I sighed, sitting across from him and trying to focus on my breakfast. But it was impossible to ignore the fact that he was still naked—and the glass table wasn’t doing me any favors. Every time I glanced down, I caught a glimpse of him, and it was like my brain short-circuited all over again.
We ate in relative silence for a few minutes, the clinking of forks against plates the only sound in the room. I was starting to think maybe he wasn’t going to bring it up again—perhaps this was just his way of brushing it off—when he suddenly spoke.
"Hey, bro," he said casually as if we were discussing the weather. "You down to hit the gym with me later?"
I blinked at him, caught off guard by the sudden change in subject. "Uh... yeah, of course," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "When were you thinking?"
He shrugged, leaning back in his chair as he finished the last bite of his eggs. "Maybe in an hour or so? Gives us time to digest."
I nodded, still trying to figure out what was going on in his head. He was acting so... normal. Like last night hadn’t completely flipped our relationship upside down. I couldn’t tell if he was genuinely okay with it or if this was just his way of avoiding an uncomfortable conversation.
As I watched him get up to put his plate in the sink, his cock swinging freely with every step, I realized something: Emilio wasn’t the one who felt awkward—I was. He was completely at ease as if nothing had changed. And maybe, for him, nothing had.
"Cool," he said, turning to lean against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. "You’re spotting me, though. I’m still wrecked from last night."
I nearly choked on my coffee, and he laughed the sound warm and teasing. "Relax, man," he said, his grin widening. "I’m just messing with you."
But there was something in his eyes—something playful, but also... curious. Like he was testing the waters, trying to see how I’d react.
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, shaking my head as I stood to clear my plate. "You better not pass out on me at the gym, though."
He smirked, pushing off the counter to head toward the bedroom. "Don’t worry, bro," he called over his shoulder. "I’ve got plenty of stamina left."
I groaned, rubbing a hand over my face as I heard him laugh from down the hall. This was going to be... interesting.
The gym was packed, and the sound of weights clanking and treadmills humming filled the air. Emilio and I had been working out together for months, but today felt different. Every time he leaned over to adjust the bench press or grabbed a dumbbell, I couldn’t help but replay the events of last night in my head.
"Yo, you good?" Emilio asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. He was standing over me, his hands on his hips, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck.
"Yeah, yeah," I said quickly, shaking my head. "Just... tired."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but didn’t press the issue. Instead, he handed me a towel and nodded toward the squat rack. "Your turn."
As I got into position, I felt his eyes on me, watching closely as I lowered myself into the squat. His gaze felt heavier than usual, and when I stood back up, I caught him smirking out of the corner of my eye.
"What?" I asked, wiping sweat from my forehead.
"Nothing," he said, his tone light and teasing. "Just thinking about how you were riding me last night. You’ve got good form."
I nearly dropped the barbell, my face heating up as I turned to glare at him. "Emilio!" I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one had heard.
He just laughed, completely unbothered, as he leaned against the rack. "What? I’m just saying. You’ve got strong legs, bro. It’s impressive."
I groaned, shaking my head as I set the barbell back on the rack. "Don't be too loud. You’re so fucking unbelievable."
He laughed uncontrollably, slapping me on the shoulder. "Come on, man. I'm just playing with you. Lighten up a bit!"
As we moved on to the next exercise, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was just Emilio being himself—playful, carefree, and a bit of a troublemaker—or if there was something deeper behind his teasing. Either way, I had a feeling that things between us would never be the same.
After our workout, Emilio suggested we take a shower at the gym rather than heading home immediately. "I don't wanna go straight there," he explained, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Want to hit up the mall instead? I need to buy some new shoes."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the unexpected detour. "Okay, sure. Lead the way, coach."
We made our way to the locker rooms, shedding our sweaty clothes and tossing them into the respective bins. As we entered the showers, steam billowed around us, and the sound of rushing water filled the space. Emilio stripped off his boxers, revealing his still-semi-erect cock, and stepped under the spray. I followed suit, my own dick stirring to life as the warm water cascaded over my skin.
As I rinsed the soap off my face, I felt Emilio's hands close around my wrists, pinning them above my head against the tiled wall. I froze, my heart pounding as I met his gaze, the water cascading around us, muffling the world outside.
His grip was firm and unyielding, and for a brief moment, I wasn't sure what to expect. Was this another one of his playful teases? Or was he actually trying to fuck me in public?
“Emilio,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the running water. “What are you doing?”
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Relax,” he murmured, his tone low but filled with confidence. “No one’s paying attention. It’s just us.”
I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. There was something about the way he said it that made it impossible to push him away. Still, the thought of where we were, the risk we were taking, made my stomach twist. “We’re gonna get caught,” I said, my voice firmer this time. “This is crazy.”
Emilio's lips brushed against my ear, his voice a mere whisper. "Shut up," he commanded, his tone stern yet playful.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to spill from my lips. His cock, hard and ready, pushed past my entrance, stretching me open as he buried himself deep inside me. I gasped, my breath hitching in my throat as pleasure surged through me.
"Fuck," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Emilio..."
Emilio's hips snapped forward, driving his thick cock deeper into my ass. I cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth as he captured my lips in a fierce, dominating kiss. His tongue plundered my mouth, claiming every inch as he fucked me with ruthless precision.
I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock throbbing inside me, hitting spots that made stars explode behind my eyelids. My body arched to meet each powerful thrust. The force of his penetration sent shocks of pleasure radiating through my core, making my balls tighten and my dick twitch with need.
"Ah, fuck yes," Emilio groaned against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. "Take it, Justin. Take my fat cock. You love this dick, don't you? "
I nodded, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. "Mmmhmm," I managed to choke out, my voice hoarse from the intense kissing.
Before I could process what was happening, Emilio pulled out abruptly, his cock slipping free of my ass with a lewd squelch. We both froze, listening intently as footsteps echoed closer, growing louder with each passing second.
“Justin, come with me,” Emilio called out as I stumbled behind him, trying to keep up, my legs still shaky from the intense fucking. He practically dragged me into the last available bathroom stall, closing the metal door shut behind us.
"Get on your knees, Justin," he growled, his voice low and urgent.
I hesitated, my heart racing as I glanced around the cramped space. The stall was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a small window high above the toilet. The acrid scent of disinfectant hung heavy in the air, mixing with the musky aroma of our arousal.
"We can't do this here," I protested, my voice barely above a whisper. "They could kick us out, call the cops..."
Emilio cut me off, his tone harsh and commanding. "Stop being a pussy, Justin. Do what I say. Get on your fucking knees and suck this dick."
I sank to my knees, the cold tile biting into my skin as I looked up at Emilio. His cock jutted out proudly, glistening with precum. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around the thick shaft and giving it a tentative stroke.
"Please, Emilio," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Be quick. Someone could walk in at any moment."
He let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly into my hand. "Trust me, bro. They won't catch us. I promise you I'll cum quick."
I hesitated, my doubts swirling in my mind. Public sex was a whole new level of risky, and I'd never done anything like this before. But before I could voice my concerns, Emilio lost patience.
Without warning, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his massive cock down my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering as he forced me to take him deeper. The taste of him, salty and musky, filled my senses, making my head spin.
"Mmph!" I managed to choke out, my hands fumbling at his thighs as I tried to steady myself. Emilio's grip on my hair tightened, holding me in place as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth with brutal efficiency.
I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only focus on the relentless pace of his cock as it plunged in and out of my throat.
Justin and Emilio's complicated relationship is far from over! I will be continuing this story on my Patreon.
If you would like to support me and read more of my stories, please visit my Patreon by clicking the link below.
Patreon | NoahsEuphoria - Creating Erotic Stories
Again, thank you for your support!
If you would like to support me and read more of my stories, please visit my Patreon by clicking the link below.
Patreon | NoahsEuphoria - Creating Erotic Stories
Again, thank you for your support!
Sorry, the continuation of this story is on my Patreon. I will not be sharing anything else about Justin and Emilio on LPSG.
I have just posted a NEW story. If you want to read it, click the link below.
Seducing A Police Officer
I have enjoyed immensely this story. Your writing skill makes it so readable. Your imigry paints the story so graphically, it’s like being the proverbial “fly on the wall” watching in person. Thanks for sharing with us. I’m looking forward to reading the rest of the story.
Love the new story!Sorry, the continuation of this story is on my Patreon. I will not be sharing anything else about Justin and Emilio on LPSG.
I have just posted a NEW story. If you want to read it, click the link below.
Seducing A Police Officer
