Commissioning His Virgin (Club Lush)

Without warning, Elijah took a step back so that I lost my grip on his member. I opened my eyes so that my gaze met his. He took off his boots and socks, our eyes still locked. Then he went to unbuckle his black cowboy belt.

I knew what was about to happen. My heart sunk into the lowest ebb. I could feel butterflies in my stomach. He was going to undress right in front of my eyes.

Elijah was so masculine, a result of probably long hours working out. His shirtless body already sent chills down my spine. The thought of his naked body standing in front of me aroused me even more. His left hand pulled the length of his belt, dropping it on the floor. His gaze was digging through my eyes. He knew he had an effect on me I couldn’t resist.

He moved to unbutton his trousers’ button, using both hands, pushing his trousers down to his knees before using his feet to completely eliminate them. I could see his Calvin Klein boxer briefs struggling to contain his fully erect cock.

Oh my God, he is so big.

Standing in an upright posture, his eyes still tormenting mine, Elijah let his long hands hang freely at his side. He took long, deep breaths, proceeding to slowly pull down his boxer briefs. He stood there in his mighty nakedness, almost looking proud, confident of himself. My eyes could not resist taking a look at his fully erect prick. I felt the heat between my legs intensify, the pints of blood cruising through my veins accelerating, my heart, oh my poor heart, beating fast inside my chest.

Elijah took two steps towards me so that he towered over me, taking my right hand. His warm, fully erect cock brushed against my belly. I loved the confidence in him. He led me to the paint tubs close to us, still clinging to my right hand, then dipped my index finger into the black paint. Ordering me to paint against his naked body using my wet finger as a painting brush, he let go of my hand, stood a foot away from me, and silently breathed in and out.

My heart and soul were now wholly blown away by him. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him right here and now.

I drew a line cutting across his left shoulder all the way to his right ribs while looking at his face. His eyes were tightly shut. I could tell he was defying all the urges in his body by not grabbing me, doing whatever he wanted with me. I could feel his heart beating simultaneously with mine. His cock twitched rhythmically. I so desperately wanted to touch it but resisted the urge because I wanted to obey his command to paint him.

I dipped my whole hand in the pink tub, spread my fingers so that some of the paint would drip away, and drew lines across his chest. Elijah moaned loudly, keeping his eyes shut. I covered his chest in lines of different colors, loving every bit of it.

I once again dipped my hand in paint, but I wanted to paint the abs on his belly this time. I fell on my knees before him, drawing vertical lines starting from his near his chest, descending down his crotch, intentionally avoiding his erect cock. He let out a loud moan but still stood there, legs apart, hands hanging freely on his sides. His eyes still remained tightly shut. I felt powerful, in control. I was enjoying myself.

The urge to paint his cock was so strong and consuming, but the urge to please Elijah was stronger. I slowly lowered my head to his groin so that his cock was directly in front of my lips then opened my mouth. He stiffened a little bit; I could swear he must’ve bitten his lower lip. I pushed my tongue out of my mouth and slightly pushed my head towards him. His warm cock throbbed inside my mouth.

Chapter Six - Elijah

Her tongue on my cock sent shivers down my spine and spasms across my entire body. I could feel my muscles stiffen underneath my skin, blood rushing in my veins. My heart pounded ruthlessly inside my chest, pumping pints of blood towards my fully erect cock inside Gina’s warm mouth.

My legs could no longer support my weight. My knees gradually gave in. I knew instantly that I needed to lean myself against something.

I opened my eyes. The sight of Gina’s beautiful face bobbing up and down my cock was sensational. Her right hand sat harmlessly on my left leg; her left hand held my cock in place, so she bobbed on it with ease. Her touch on my bare skin felt warm, soft, full of life. I stumbled a little bit, finally supported my weight on the canvas we had painted, covering it with the designs Gina had been painting on my body.