Fifteen

Winston’s pov

Orson's lips grazed the back of my neck as he pushed me into the wall.

“What are you doing Orson?” I said, trying to get out of his hold but his grip was tight.

“I don't wish to argue with you, Crowley just relax” he whispered into my ear, he let go of me but didn't step away.

My front was still against the wall, his hand slid between us from my neck, between my spine then it stopped above the curve of my back.

My breath hitched, My lips parted.

“Has anyone f**ked you outside?” Orson murmured, His hands grabbed my waist pulling my hips to him.

My butt hit his groin, I couldn't even concentrate on his questions.

All I could sense was his bulge against my butt.

“Answer my question, Hm” Orson kissed my neck, His hand slided in front of me against my chest and his fingers rolled my nipple between them.

“...ah..” i rasped out, 

“Come on Crowley, answer me” He said, his voice was low and husky. His other hand reached for my other nipple, twisting it between his fingers.

My eyes widened and I stepped back, my weight resting on him.

“I…haven't…” I answered him, my voice breaking.

Orson licked my ear, “Good”

I could feel his smirk against my neck. He withdrew his hands and his hand went to the zipper of my pants, fingers scraping at my bulge.

Then it hit me.

We are still outside by his pool.

I pushed his hands away, “We can't…Someone might see us,” I said, turning to him.

Orson chuckled, “No one will see us,” he stepped closer, My back hit the wall. 

He leaned closer, our nose touched and his lips hovered over mine.

Our gaze held each other, he staring down at me and me looking up at him.

He didn't kiss me, like he was waiting for something…

“What are you doing?” I questioned, my heart thumping against my chest.

I hate that he is making me nervous, I couldn't tell what he was thinking. He was too blank for that.

“Kiss me” 

“What?” 

“Kiss me” He repeated, 

“Oh…” I tiptoed, putting my hands on his shoulder before placing a kiss on his lips.

Before I could pull away, Orson held my face and deepened the kiss. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, out tongue clashing against each other as we fought for dominance.

Orson's hand found my zipper again, His fingers scraping against my painfully hardened member.

The feel of his fingers against my bulge sent some kind of electricity through me. He broke the kiss.

He bent down, pulling down my pants. I stepped out my pants.

The cool air hit my skin making me shiver slightly, I glanced around not noticing that Orson is face to face with my bulge.

I looked down at him, his hands dragged from my knee to my mid thigh then up to the hem of my brief and he pulled down my brief.

“You have got a beautiful d**k, Crowley” Orson took me in his hand, stroking it. “Or have I complimented Crowley Jr before?”

I shook my head but I also wanted to laugh. 

Crowley Jr is funny, Crowley is my dad's name.

“I know that, Crowley”

“Know…what?” My breath ragged, 

“Know that your first name is not Crowley” he said,

My eyes widened, Did I say this out loud?

“I didn't know you heard that” I mumbled, his hand went to my balls rolling them in his hand.

My eyes rolled back into my head and My entrance starts to feel slickly from Orson's teasing.

I want him.

And I hated being teased, He had dragging this out to long maybe to torture me.

I pulled him up, “Stop teasing me”

He laughed, “I am not teasing you,” he smirked.

“Just f**k me already or you trying to make a repeat of what happened that time?”

“No, I am but I want to hear you tell me to f**k you” 

“You're unbelievable” I shook my head, 

“Yeah…I have you standing right in front of me, Half naked” He said cockily. “It's unbelievable”

“But you still haven't f**k me” I said, matching his cockiness.

Orson smirked, “Turn around, Face against the wall. Ass out”

I did as he said.

My hole kept clenching, waiting.

“Wow, That look…”

“Shut the f**k up and do it” I hissed, I felt like if he didn't put it in I might go mad.

“Ah…Feisty Crowley” He chuckled, I heard the sounds of a condom packet ripping and his belt falling to the floor before He pushed into me in one full thrust.

“...Ah…” I groaned softly, I felt full.

My head went blank again.

He hadn't even moved but I could feel him in my stomach.

“Oh…You're so warm…Crowley” he bit into my clothed shoulder. His fingers drugged into my hips, “So f**king warm, I want to stay like this for a long time”

I nodded because I couldn't make any coherent words.

He started moving slowly at first like he wanted me to adjust to his size but that isn't what I want.

I want it fast.

“Fa…faster…” I croaked,

Orson pushed my hips out, my ass cheek slapped against him as he started thrust in and out.

Faster than I expected.

The slapping of skins filled the air with a strong smell of sex.

My mouth fell open and my eyes kept rolling back in my head..

“Slow…slow down…ah…hm” I panted, a stifled moan escaped me too.

My hand reached between us trying to slow him down, It was like he was about to f**k my brain out of me.

That didn't stop him, he grabbed my hands in one of his. Restraining me from stopping him.

“Don't you like it? Hm” he murmured into my ear, “But you are taking me so well…you’re so so warm and tight” he groaned.

My entrance clenched, his voice and hot breath did something to me.

“Give me a reply baby…let me hear you” he pulsated into me, hitting my g spot. I clenched around him, “That's your g spot, I found it again” he kept hitting it.

“I…I…I…” I tried to talk but I could only make a strangled noise.

The familiar build up in my abdomen, “You are about to come, Hm…” his teeth scrapped my neck.

I nodded my head, he pulled out of me and turned me around.

He was still fully clothed expect that his d**k is out, “I want to see you fall apart, Crowley” he said, he lifted me up and backed me against the wall.

My legs wrapped around him, my hands clutching his shoulders and he slammed in me.

“Ah…I'm coming….” I cried out, my head fell backwards as hot came shot out of me just then Orson came, still pulsating in and out of me.

Our foreheads touched, our breath heaving out of us.

Orson smirked, “Your face…when you're coming it was beautiful, Watching you fall apart was beautiful”

Our eyes met, something flashed in his eyes.

Sweats streaking down my back as he slipped out of me, Orson put me down.

“That was alright” I smiled as I picked my pants and briefs.

“Hm…hm” Orson nodded as he fixed his pants.

I frowned,

his demeanour change suddenly.

“Is something wrong?” I questioned, Orson didn't reply nor did he look at me as he walked away.

“Good night, Crowley”