Pairing: Calvin Roffey/Jay James
Notes: This started as a random idea that came to mind of Dom!Calvin and then it took ages to actually work out annoyingly. (I blame meds/exam/distractions.) Also WTF? This is the first Jay fic I've done since my birthday? UNACCEPTABLE!
"Mmm, you want it, don't you?" I purred out the words, pressing myself against him. He groaned and I could feel the bulge of his dick against me. "Say it cunt." I tightened my grip on his hair, tipping his head back.
"I want your cock." He groaned again, his hips pressing forward. He was desperate, needy, like the little slut he was. I wet my lips, staring him down as his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, my knee brushing against his crotch. "I want your cock sir."
I smiled at him, pressing my knee a little harder against his dick before lowering my leg. "I know you do. You always do." I pulled on his hair again, exposing his neck as I sneered at him. "You filthy dickslut."
He whimpered at my words, though he knew every word was true. If there was any doubt at all he'd just have too consider where we were. I'd gotten him pressed against a wall in a backstage corridor, where anyone could stumble on us. If he wanted he could easily push me away, he was certainly stronger than me, but he never did. It turned me on to know I had a man so strong under my power. I licked my lips, staring him down and then I reached up, wrapping my hand around his throat. "Now whore, you should be on your knees, at your rightful place."
He nodded and I felt him swallow against my fingers. I squeezed, not too tight, just enough to remind him I had control. Once I let go he immediately sank down with practised ease. "Slut." He looked up at me, eyes dark and wide with lust. "You know what to do." A nod, and he leaned into my crotch, his nose brushing my bulge. His teeth grasped the zipper of my fly, tugging it down. My cock hit his face as it was released, a moan leaving his lips the second it hit his skin. "Filthy cockwhore." Before I'd even got finished his lips were on me, engulfing the head of my dick in his warm, wet mouth. He inched down my length, easily taking me down his throat. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding his head in place as his tongue worked wonders on my shaft.
"That's it whore..." I growled, tightening my grip on his locks. He was the best cocksucker I'd ever had. If he wasn't in the band he'd be a more than capable slut or porn star. I let my eyes lid a little, groans leaving my lips each time he took me down. His tongue pressed against the underside of my dick, fluttering against my heated flesh. "Fuck. That's it, suck it you whore." I hissed out the words, rolling my hips against his face. "Yeah, take my dick. It's the only time you have value slut, with a dick down your throat."
He moaned at my words, the vibrations going through my cock. I swallowed, knowing that he was close to bringing me off. I held his head in place, thrusting my hips against his face. "That's it, take it you little cunt." He looked beautiful like this. Lips stretched, eyes dark and needy. I growled again, my head tipping as I shot my load down his throat. "Swallow it all you piece of filth." The words came out breathy and panty, a completely different tone to everything else I'd said to him previously. Not that I cared.
I only released him when I felt myself soften, my length slipping from his lips. I wiped myself across his cheek, then tucked my dick away and zipped up my flies. I looked down at him, licking mylips, rubbing my foot against his crotch. He was still obviously hard. "Aww someone's allhard." I smirked, checking my watch. "To bad it's showtime in 5 slut." He whimpered from his position and I couldn't help but chuckle."Perhaps, if you're a good boy, I'll get you off after the show when I pound your sorry arse."
A groan left his lips and I turned, heading to make my way towards the stage. "You'd better get up, wouldn't want someone to mistake you for a two bit slut now would you?" I found myself smirking again as I heard him scramble to his feet.