Let him keep going and cum in his mouth
From Create Your Own Story
The sheets rustle as you sink back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight. Kevin crawls between your legs with the practiced ease of someone who’s done this before.
His fingers wrap around your shaft, calloused thumbs brushing over the sensitive underside as he pumps you slowly, deliberately. His eyes lock onto yours, dark with hunger, and when he smiles.
"Fuck, you’re already leaking," he murmurs, swiping his thumb over the head, smearing precome before bringing it to his lips. He sucks it clean with a hum of approval, then leans in, his breath hot against your skin as he drags his tongue up the length of you in one long, wet stroke.
Then his soft lips sealing around the head, tongue swirling just beneath the ridge in a way that has your hips jerking instinctively. Kevin chuckles, the vibration traveling straight to your groin, and he pins your hips down with one strong hand while the other works your shaft in time with his mouth.
He takes you deeper with each bob of his head, throat relaxing around you until your cock nudges the back of his throat. His nose presses into your pelvis, and when he pulls back, spit-slick and gasping, he doesn’t let you go far—just enough to drag his tongue along the throbbing vein underneath before swallowing you down again.
His rhythm is relentless, each suck and drag of his lips pulling you closer to the edge. You can feel it coiling tight in your gut, the pressure building until your fingers twist in the sheets.
"Kevin—I’m close," you warn, voice rough.
He doesn’t stop. If anything, he sucks harder, hollowing his cheeks as he works you over with filthy, wet noises that echo in the quiet room.
When you come, it’s with a broken groan—your cock pulsing as you spill down his throat. Kevin swallows eagerly, lips sealed tight around you until the last shudder passes through you. Only then does he pull off with a wet pop, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he grins up at you.
"Fuck," he breathes, pupils blown wide.
Then—the front door slams open downstairs.
Kevin’s head snaps toward the sound, his body freezing mid-motion.
"Kevin? You home?" His dad’s voice carries up the stairs, far too close for comfort.
"Yeah—uh, yeah, Dad!" Kevin scrambles off the bed, nearly tripping over his own feet as he snatches his jeans off the floor. "Just—just hanging out with Jake!"
You’re both a flurry of limbs, yanking clothes on with frantic urgency, your heart hammering so loud you’re sure his dad will hear it.
"Nice day out," his dad calls, footsteps moving toward the kitchen. "Don’t waste it in your room."
"We’re just heading out!" Kevin yells back, shoving his arms through his shirt sleeves. "To the Arcade!"
By the time you make it downstairs, you’re both red-faced and breathless, trying—and failing—to look casual. Mr. Cooper barely glances up from the kitchen counter as you bolt past him with mumbled goodbyes.
The second the door shuts behind you, you both let out a sigh.
"That was fucking close," he says.
"So… where to next? Because I’m not done with you yet."
His grin is infectious.
