Verse/Luka/Sex with Jackson: Offer
From Create Your Own Story
"I'm got something better..." You say, to your own surprise. Why do you keep selling yourself today?
"Oh?" He asks, raising his eyebrow. "What do you have that could be worth weed?"
You think back; you have a knife on you, but it's honestly quite cheap. That's not what you meant anyway. "Well..." you say, smiling slily, "I've got a pretty hot mouth."
He smirks, and looks you over. "How old are you, again?"
"I'm as old as you want me to be, babe," you reply, air-kissing him. You get closer to him, and brush his groin. "What do you say? I do you a favor, you give me some... twenty-Avi worth's weed."
"Ten," he replies, smiling.
"Eighteen," you shoot back.
"Twelve," he answers.
"Fifteen." you state, and give it a squeeze.
"Deal." He nudges to the couch, and you follow him to it. "This is kinda unexpected, Luka. You don't seem the whore type."
The term makes you flinch and grind your teeth slightly. Why are you doing this? You reply with a shrug, "I guess I just discovered what a slut I am."
He laughs slightly as he sits down and pats his package. You roll your eyes slightly, but kneel in front of him nonetheless. Your backside has stopped hurting as much, but you don't think you'll let this guy in.
He's not unattractive per se, but he just seems so stupid; stupidity turns you off. Maybe it's the stubble he's developed, too. He's starting to look messy, losing his youth.
You realize he's staring at you, waiting for you to begin to treat him, and push away your thoughts. As you unbutton his worn jeans, you notice your fingers shaking. You're scared; how odd. Again, you try to reel in your body. You grip him through his boxers, and wrap your thin, bony fingers around a stiff, thick, adult cock.
Against yourself, you give an excited smile and lick your lips. You hear him take a deep breath, and momentarily wonder just how experienced he is. You don't consider it for very long, as you soon pull out his treat through the hole in his silky boxers. The sight surprises you; the six inch stick in your hands is a pale color, with a fat ball topping it off. It's cut, and twitches slightly at being released.
You wrap your pale lips around it, and reel back slightly at the feeling of his raw skin against your tongue; that feeling too, causes him to release a soft gasp. You proceed to lap up his cock, covering it with mouth's warm juices. He moans slightly, and places his hands against your head. His touch manages to make you twitch, and your erection feel condensed inside your jeans. You start to bob your head as you suck on his rod; you go deep, dipping your nose into his small patch of pubes. It wrinkles, and twitches at the unrecognized smell, and you take a deep breath when you recede into fresher air.
As you continue, your movements start to hasten, your lips wrapped tightly around the upper half of his cock, while your hand works on the lower, occasionally descending down to massage his sack. The entire ordeal has made Jackson breath heavily and press down on your head in excitement.
Pretty soon, he's breathing audible, and pressing against your head harder. You continue nonetheless, and soon, you feel him start to twitch. At once, you feel a cool clump hit against the top of your mouth, and then again into your throat, and another onto your tongue. The feeling makes you gag momentarily, but you manage to swallow his seeds in a pair of gasps. He stays on the couch, breathing considerably, as you stand and...
