Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Big John kept carrying me, but now with both his arms, and made me face him. He had his arms around me, and I had my arms and legs around him.
We looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds before he kissed me, deep and passionate. I could taste my own cum on his lips, mixed with the tobacco from his cigarette. It was a strange combination, but it was also incredibly arousing.
Big John's hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me. He squeezed my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh, before moving up to my back, tracing the lines of my spine. I could feel the calluses on his hands, rough and manly, contrasting with the gentleness of his touch.
He broke the kiss, his breath coming ragged.
"Fuck, Peter, you taste so fucking good," he growled, his voice a low rumble in his chest. He kissed me again, his tongue invading my mouth, demanding, insistent. I could feel his cock, hard and insistent against my ass, and I ground against him, wanting more.
Big John broke the kiss, his eyes wild with lust. "Fuck, I love carrying you in my arms and exciting you." His words were filthy, raw, and they sent a shiver of desire down my spine.
"Did you like how I made you cum in my hand while I carried you Peter?" Big John asked.
"Yes I loved it!" Peter answered.
"I see that you're still hard Peter, want me to make you cum again?" Big John asked.
"I need to hear you say it, Peter. Tell me you want me to make you cum again." I want you to make me cum again. I need it."
A wicked smile spread across Big John's face. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. He got a bottle of oil and gave it to me. "First start by oiling my body and my big muscles while I carry you Peter."
Big John instructed, his voice a low growl.
I had never done anything like that before, but the thought of oiling up Big John's body, running my hands over his muscles, was incredibly exciting. I took the bottle from him, the cool glass slick and smooth in my hands.
I started at his shoulders, pouring the oil in a thin stream, watching as it dripped down his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles. I rubbed it in, my hands slick and warm, kneading his flesh, feeling the power beneath my fingertips.
Big John groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closed as he enjoyed my touch.
"That's it, Peter, just like that," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. "Feel my muscles, feel my strength."
I moved lower, pouring the oil onto his chest, watching as it snaked down his sternum, pooling in the dip between his pectorals. I rubbed it in, my hands sliding over his skin, feeling the ridges and valleys of his muscles. I circled his nipples, teasing them with my fingers before pinching them lightly, making Big John gasp and arch into my touch.
Big John let go of one arm and reached for his pack of cigarettes, still carrying me in one arm. "I'm gonna light and smoke a cigarette, don't stop oiling me Peter."
Big John said as he took a new cigarette from the pack. He placed the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. Still carrying Peter with one arm, Big John used his free hand to light his cigarette, then he made the cigarette go up and down in the corner of his mouth as he inhaled. I watched and got even harder, my erection pressed against Big John's stomach.
I poured more oil onto his abs, letting it drip down and oil all of his stomach. My own precum was dripping onto his skin.
Big John's eyes opened, looking into mine as he puffed on his cigarette. "You like what you see, don't you, Peter?" he rumbled, the smoke curling around his words. "You like seeing my big, huge muscles, all oiled up and ready for you?" Big John talked and made his cigarette bounce up and down in the corner of his mouth.
Big John wanted to make me orgasm again. He left his cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he was carrying me while holding my butt with his hands and my dick was pressed against his stomach.
"Peter, you want me to use my strength and make you cum on my stomach?" Big John asked, his cigarette bouncing up and down in the corner of his mouth as he talked.
I nodded "yes" to let him do it.
Big John grinned, his eyes dark with lust and intent. "Good," he growled, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. "Because I'm going to fucking use my strength to make you fucking cum all over my stomach, Peter. I want you to feel every fucking inch of me, every fucking muscle," he said, his words laced with filth and desire.
He took a long drag of his cigarette, the tip glowing brightly as he inhaled, then blew out a cloud of smoke that curled around us like a sultry mist. The cigarette bobbed up and down rapidly in the corner of his mouth, as if accentuating his words.
Big John adjusted his grip on me, shifting my body so that my hard cock was now pressed firmly against his glistening, oiled stomach. The sensation was electric, my cock twitching at the contact, aching for more.
Big John's free hand, the one not holding the cigarette, moved to my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he supported my weight. "I want you to fuck my stomach, Peter," he growled, his voice low and primal.
"I want to feel your cock sliding against me, leaving your cum all over my fucking body."
I moaned, my body already on edge, my cock throbbing with need. I grabbed the bottle of oil with my free hand and poured more onto Big John's stomach, making sure every inch of his hard, muscular body was slick and ready.
Big John took another drag of his cigarette, the tip glowing brightly before he blew out a cloud of smoke. The cigarette bobbed up and down in the corner of his mouth, a constant reminder of his absolute control over the situation.
"That's right, Peter. Make me ready for your cock. I'm gonna use the strength of my arms to rub your cock on my stomach", Big John said.
I could feel the power in his arms, the strength in his grip as he began to move me up and down, my cock sliding against his slick, oiled stomach. The sensation was incredible, the friction almost unbearable in its intensity. I moaned, my fingers digging into his muscular shoulders, my body writhing against his.
Big John chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made my cock twitch. "You like that, don't you, Peter? You like how strong I am and how I'm making your cock slide against my muscular?" "Fuck, yes.
I love how your fucking cock feels against me, Peter," Big John groaned, his cigarette still perched in the corner of his mouth. The glow of the tip highlighted the primal lust in his eyes as he looked down at where my cock was sliding against his slick, oiled body.
I wrapped my legs tighter around him, needing more friction, more pressure. My breath was coming in short gasps, my entire body tingling with anticipation. Big John's hands were like vices on my butt, his fingers digging into my flesh, guiding me, controlling me.
"You want to come again, don't you, Peter? You love how I lift you up and down effortlessly and make your dick rub on my stomach, don't you?" Big John said, while his cigarette bobbed rapidly in the corner of his mouth.
"You're so fucking hot like this, Peter. So fucking eager. I love it. And I love controlling your pleasure with my strong muscles." Big John's cigarette bobbed up and down in the corner of his mouth as he talked to me.
I was breathless, my body aching with need, sweating profusely from the friction and the sheer intensity of Big John's strength. I could feel the pleasure building within me, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing against his stomach.
"Fuck, I'm close, Big John," I panted, my fingers clutching at his shoulders, my nails digging into his muscles.
Big John stopped, but only to take a short break to light a new cigarette.
His left hand was still around my waist, holding me up with little effort. He lit his cigarette with his right hand, then taking a deep inhale, making the cigarette go up and down in the corner of his mouth. The way Big John smoked sent shivers down my spine, making my cock throb even more.
He took a long drag of his cigarette, holding the cigarette up in the corner of his mouth for a moment before letting it out in a steady stream. The cigarette bobbed up and down in the corner of his mouth, the tip glowing brightly against his tanned skin.
Big John's voice was a low growl when he spoke.
"You want to come, don't you, Peter? You want me to lift you up and down with my muscular arms and make you rub on me, until you cum on my stomach, don't you?" Big John's cigarette bounced up and down in the corner of his mouth as he talked.
He took another drag on his cigarette, the tip going brightly in the corner of his mouth before he exhaled a steady stream of smoke.
"Yes," I gasped, my body on fire with need. "I want to come all over you."
Big John chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through me. "That's a good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with lust and approval.
"Beg for it, Peter. Tell me you need to come."
The cigarette in the corner of his mouth bobbed up and down, the tip glowing brightly with each drag. The sight of it, paired with his words, sent a jolt of heat straight to my groin.
"Please, Big John," I begged, my voice ragged with need. "I need to come. Please, make me come on your stomach. Please lift me up and down again." I begged, my voice trembling with need. Big John chuckled, taking a long drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing brightly in the corner of his mouth. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, the cigarette bobbing up and down rapidly in the corner of his mouth.
"Not yet, Peter. I want you to beg for it. I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you," he said, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent. He moved me slightly, his hands gripping my ass, grinding his hard cock against me. "I want to hear you say it, Peter.
Tell me you want me to make you cum all over my fucking stomach while I use my big, muscular arms to lift and lower you. Tell me you want to feel my strength, my power as I make you come."
The cigarette in Big John's mouth bobbed up and down with each word, the tip glowing brightly with every drag. The sight of him, the smell of his smoke, the feel of his hard body beneath me, the sound of his voice, all of it coalesced into a single, intense sensation that left me aching and desperate.
"Fuck, Big John, I want that," I moaned.
"I want you to lift me up and down with those huge, muscular arms of yours. I want you to make me cum all over your goddamn stomach. I want to feel your strength, your power, your fucking control."
Big John's eyes darkened with desire, and he took a deep drag of his cigarette.
"Are you ready Peter?" Big John asked.
"Yes", I begged, my voice barely a whisper. I was so turned on, I was shaking.
Big John started lifting me up and down again.
The sensation of my cock rubbing against his smooth, oiled stomach was electric. I could feel every ridge, every hard line of his abdominal muscles. My cock twitched and throbbed, desperate for release.
"Fuck, yes, Big John," I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Yes, just like that."
Big John chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through me. "Is that what you want, Peter? You want me to make you fucking cum all over my stomach?" Big John growled, his voice low and primal as he continued lifting and lowering me. I could feel the power in his arms, the strength in his grip as he controlled my body, making me slide against his slick, oiled skin.
"yes please" I gasped, my hips bucking to meet his movements.