The Best Man | Part 19: Tonight, You're Mine (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

I smiled, wicked, letting my lips hover just above the flushed head of his cock. “Ready to beg yet?”

Calvin smirked back at me, eyes half-lidded, cock twitching against my chest. “Maseyy…” he drawled, voice gravel and smoke. “I like this new slutty side of—”

He didn’t finish.

Because before he could get another word out, I dropped my mouth all the way down on him; fast and with no hesitation. My lips stretched around his thick cock, my throat opening as I forced myself down to the root, nose buried in his pubes, chin pressed to his balls.

Calvin swore violently, hips jerking up off the bed. “—ah fuck!” His voice cracked on it.

I gagged hard, throat jerking, spit bubbling around my lips. My chest heaved, tears stinging the corners of my eyes, but I stayed down, choking myself on his cock, swallowing around him until his moan went ragged. My hand clamped down on his abs, holding him flat to the mattress so he couldn’t thrust too far, couldn’t take the control back.

When I finally came up, coughing around the spit that was dripping from my chin, I laughed hoarsely, dragging my tongue over the length of his cock before shoving it back in again.

“You don’t get to talk,” I growled around a mouthful of cock, letting the words vibrate against him.

Calvin’s laugh came out broken, shocked, somewhere between smug and undone. “Shit, Masey….look at you…”

I answered by suck’ing him so hard my cheeks hollowed, saliva spilling down my chin. One hand massaged his big balls, heavy and tight, rolling them as my other hand pinched at his nipple. I twisted, tugged playfully, and his moan shot up a register, hips bucking despite my grip on his stomach.

“Fuck! Oh my—Masey, you’re…” His voice dropped into a groan, his fist clenching in the sheets as he tried to keep himself steady.

I set a ruthless rhythm; deepthroat, choke, gag, pull off, spit, and slam back down on his cock again. His cock battered the back of my throat, tears streaking my face, my spit soaking the base of him. Every time I gagged, he laughed through his moans, cocky and aroused, but the longer I went, the more that laugh broke down into raw noise.

“Jesus Christ…you’re gonna…fuck”

I smirked up at him, still stroking one of his nipples hard enough to make him squirm, my throat squeezing around his cock. He thrust up, fucking my face, but I held his hips tight, making him follow my pace, not his. His body twitched, straining, fighting my control even as he melted under it.

Finally, when his cock throbbed hot against my tongue, I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit clinging between us. I licked my lips, grinning wickedly at his wrecked expression.

“You think I’m your slut?” I rasped, stroking him once, slow and mean. “You’re mine tonight Cal.”

Calvin laughed, breathless, eyes blazing. “You talk big, Masey but you’re the one choking on my cock.”

“Not for long.”

I crawled up his body, straddling his hips, rubbing my leaking cock against his stomach. My lips crashed into his, messy and bruising, my tongue in his mouth as I ground down on him. His cock slid below my ass, heavy and hard, smearing precum across my skin.

“Tonight,” I whispered against his lips, biting his lower one until he hissed, “you don’t get to win.”

His answer was a filthy, guttural laugh…cut short when I reached behind me, grabbed his cock, and lined it up against my hole.

His smirk faltered for the first time.

“You’re gonna ride me?” he asked, voice hoarse with disbelief, smirk twitching at the corner of his lips.

“Mmhmm,” I moaned against his skin, tongue dragging over the salt of his throat. I bit down on the curve of his neck, hard enough to make him hiss, harder still until he gasped out my name.

I pulled back, grinning. “Shut up and watch.”

Reaching between us, I wrapped my fist around his spit-coated cock. The heat of it pulsed in my palm, swollen and heavy, precum beading at the tip. Slowly, deliberately, I angled it toward me, breath catching as I guided the head toward my hole. My thighs trembled around his hips, but I steadied myself with one hand against his chest.

“Goddamn,” Calvin whispered, eyes locked to the sight of me lowering myself on his dick, his voice broken with awe.

I moaned again, louder this time, the blunt pressure pushing against me, burning, demanding entry. I sank down slowly on every single inch of his cock forcing my body to stretch open. My nails dug into his skin. My head tipped back, a guttural sound ripping from my throat as the thick crown slipped inside.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “So fucking big”

Calvin chuckled low, hands twitching like he was resisting the urge to grab me. “Masey, look at you…already losing it.”

“Shut up.” My voice cracked, but I kept moving, lowering myself deeper until half of him was buried inside me. The stretch was brutal, delicious, overwhelming. My stomach clenched around him, sweat sliding down my spine. I bent forward, biting his collarbone to stifle my moan as I pushed further.

And then…with a sharp, shuddering groan…I took him to the base.

Every nerve in me screamed. My chest rose and fell in ragged gasps. My eyes watered. His cock filled me completely.“Holy shit,” Calvin breathed, staring up at me like I’d just given him everything. “You look unreal. Taking all of me like that…” His smirk cracked into something hungrier. “Ride me, Masey. Show me.”

I didn’t need telling twice.

I lifted my hips, almost pulling off entirely, then slammed back down. The sound of skin smacking, wet and sharp echoed through the suite. My moan spilled out, raw and uncontrolled.

“Fuck–Cal–”

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice deep and wrecked. “Bounce on it. Show me how much you need this cock.”

I braced my hands against his chest and rode him hard, hips snapping, thighs burning. Each thrust hit deeper, sharper, knocking the air from my lungs. I ground my ass down on him, rolling my hips to drag his cock against that sweet, electric spot inside me. Sparks shot through me, my moans turning high and broken.

“You like that?” Calvin taunted, his grin wicked even as his jaw clenched from the pressure. “You like me stuffing you full?”

“Shut—up—” I gasped, slamming down harder, marking his chest with my mouth between thrusts. Hickeys bloomed along his pecs, his throat, anywhere my lips could find purchase. I bit him, sucked him, claimed him like I was trying to brand him as mine.

But the more I tried to dominate, the more I felt him watching me. Smug. Enjoying every second.

“Look at you,” he panted. “Thought you were in charge, huh? You’re just milking my cock, Masey. Grinding on me like a desperate little—”

“Don’t say it,” I hissed, grinding down harder, my hole clenching around him, shutting him up with a moan that betrayed me.

His laugh broke into a groan. “Oh fuck. You’re squeezing the life out of me.”

I kissed him hard, biting his lip, grinding faster. My own cock slapped against his abs, leaking precum across his stomach with every bounce. His hands fisted the sheets, knuckles white, his chest arching beneath me.

“You don’t touch,” I warned, voice raw. “Not unless I say so.”

For a while, he obeyed. He lay back, smirking, letting me fuck myself on him, moaning every time my ass slammed down. But then…when my rhythm faltered, when my thighs shook and my body spasmed around him…he broke the rule.

Strong hands gripped my waist.

“No—” I gasped, shaking my head. “I said—”

Calvin’s laugh was low, guttural, vibrating up through his chest. “Yeah, but you’re falling apart. Let me show you how it’s done.”

And before I could argue, he drove his hips up into me.

I moaned, loud and wrecked, head snapping back as his cock punched deeper, harder, ruthless in its angle. My hands clawed at his chest, nails leaving red streaks. He fucked up into me like he owned me, using my body, dragging moans out of me that I couldn’t bite back.

“Fuuuck, Cal..”

“That’s it,” he groaned, gripping me tighter, slamming me down onto him over and over. “Ride it out. Take it. You wanted this, Masey. You wanted me stretching you raw.”

My eyes rolled back, my voice breaking. “Fuck…you’re—” I couldn’t finish. The words dissolved into moans, each thrust stealing my breath.

“Say it,” Calvin demanded, pounding me harder. “Say who’s fucking you like this.”

“You..” My body convulsed, trembling. “You..Cal”

He grinned, victorious, sweat dripping down his forehead as he thrust up again, again, again. “That’s right. My cock. My boy. Look at you”

I was gone. Moaning, riding, gasping, lost in the rhythm of him. My control slipped through my fingers like water, leaving me writhing on top of him, undone. I ground down, desperate, chasing the friction against my prostate, against my cock pressed between our bodies.

He pulled me closer, mouth hot against my neck, biting down where he’d already marked me earlier. Hickeys bloomed across my skin, raw and throbbing. His voice rasped filth into my ear between thrusts: “You’re mine tonight.”

“Cal…” I begged, voice high and broken. “Don’t stop…please”

And he didn’t.

He fucked me until my moans echoed off the walls, until my body shook, until my cock spurted between us, sticky across his abs and chest. My orgasm tore through me, violent, helpless, making me collapse against him, still impaled, still trembling.

Calvin held me there, his own groans growing rougher, harsher, until his cock throbbed deep inside me. Heat flooded my body as he came, hard and raw, filling me until I felt it leak out around him.

“Fuck..fuck..fuck, Masey” he groaned, biting into my shoulder as he spilled his cum inside me.

We collapsed together, sticky and breathless, our skin covered with sweat, cum, and hickeys.

I lay sprawled on his chest, trembling, still catching my breath. My throat ached, my body marked, my ass still twitching around the softening length of his cock.

Calvin laughed, exhausted but smug. “Thought you were in charge, huh?”

I let out a shaky laugh against his chest. “I tried…” My voice came out softer than I meant it to.

His hand trailed lazily down my spine, fingers still teasing like he owned every inch of me. “I like this side of you, Masey. Watching you try to control it bouncing on my cock like you needed it.” His tone was half-mocking, half-admiring.

I flushed, nipping lightly at his collarbone just to hide my face. He only chuckled again, rolling us until I was tucked against him, his arm and leg wrapped tight around me like he wasn’t letting me go.

“Get some sleep,” he murmured into my hair. “We’ve got a wedding to attend.”

I didn’t argue this time. Just melted into his warmth, breathing in the steady rise and fall of his chest, the sheets damp with sweat, our bodies tangled up until there was no telling where I ended and he began.The Best Man | Part 20: The Morning of the Wedding