Back Lash

Back Lash

disclaimer: I don't own constantine, DC does - lucky bastards.

 

                       
As soon as he opens the door it seems like all the heat rushed out the room. I
went cold. He had that look on his face. The 'I'm going to eat you alive' look.
It worked for him. It was better than his glare. Before I can say hello to him
he's grabbed the sides of my face and pulled me into a kiss. His tongue is down
my throat and wrestling with mine as he sucks the air from my lungs. I haven't
quite' mastered breathing through my nose during his intense kisses but I try
to, not wanting it to end.

"Mmmm..." He smells and tastes like cigarette smoke, which is not a surprise.
I can also taste a little something like copper, or a penny. He probably coughed
up more blood before he came up. I try not to think about the fact that he's
dying while we're doing this. It makes me want to cry a little. He pulls out of
the kiss, looking me square in the eyes as he grabs my hand and rubs it right
against his erection. I gasp but close my hand around it and the fabric of his
pants and start rubbing. He starts kissing my neck. Sucking hard and biting
softly giving me yet another hickey. But I don't care, it feels good, he's good
so I arch into him. "John..." I sigh, stopping him. He pulls away and
I ease down
to my knees.

                       
He shakes off his jacket letting it fall to the floor behind him along with his
tie. I unbuckle his belt and slid the zipper down. His erection was already
sticking out of his boxers.

"Okay, Chas." he said, I look up at him. "Remember what I said. Swallow and
breath through your nose."

"Un Hun." I hummed as I take the head into my lips. I hate to admit
it but I like getting better at my skills, even this one. And my reward of a job
well done is John's moan. I can feel his long fingers run through my hair to
stop at the back of my head. He helps me with my rhythm. Pushing me down quickly
and letting me pull back slowly. I look up while I'm pulled back and he's
watching me and biting his bottom lip. I suck him in again, all the way until my
face is pressed against his boxers. I can feel my gag reflex trying to cough his
penis out of my throat. I suppress it and swallow. I can taste precum and I suck
harder.

"Easy." he said pulling me all the way off his erection. I let it go - making
a loud slurping sound. He pulls me up and kisses me before pushes me roughly on
to the bed. He's quick, one blink and he had my shoes, socks, pants, and boxers
off and my legs spread. I stiffen feeling the cold lube touch my opening.
"Easy," he says again and pushes his skinny index finger into me.

"Ah!" I squeak. The feeling it causes confuses me so much. Because it feels
so strange it makes me want to clench but when I do it hurts. And as he pushes
it deeper I want more. Funny how the slightest touch from him sends me spiraling
into a state of pure lust. And as he inserts the second finger and goes deeper
and deeper I realized I can't take much more of this torture. I grab his writs
and pull it towards me making it slam in hard. I start bucking against them,
basically fucking myself on his fingers as he spreads some of the lube on his
erection. I bite my lip as I watch him replace his fingers with it.

                   
I'm a total whore for him at heart. If he wanted to fuck me on the hood of the
cab in the middle of traffic I'd let him, and scream as loud as I could while he
was. "Christ..." I huff through grit teeth. He's a lot thicker than his fingers
and it always - always hurts when he pushes in slowly until he is completely
buried inside me. He leans over me and whispers in my ear.

"Actually it's Constantine. John Constantine." With that he withdraws and
thrusts back into me, hard. So hard it makes the bed thunk against the wall. It
makes me scream. I know he likes it when I do. The feeling is so maddening. Such
burning heat all of a sudden. Licking at me from the inside as he grips my
thighs and proceeds to fucking me through the mattress. There is such force
behind his thrusts. They cause me to jerk, especially when he hits my prostate.

"John!!" I grip his shoulders and hold on for dear life. He feels so thick
now, he's causing all the nerve endings inside me to burn when his cock rubs
them. "Yes." He finally hits my prostate and he pauses for a moment to watch me
twitch and whine. He leans down and kisses me and I can feel my orgasm mounting
in the pit of my stomach.

"Chas....." he purrs and flips me over. He continues to fuck me. I arch my
back, pushing into his thrusts. I love this position. His fingers burn into my
hips and I can feel him biting and licking my back.

"John..." I whimper as he reaches around and starts pumping my cock in his
hand. "Ahhhh! John!" I can't hold on for much longer. And I can tell this orgasm
is going to leave me a drooling mess on the bed. He hits my spot with out mercy
and his warm hand works me until I'm shaking. "John, stop....I'm....I'm"

"That's it. Cum for me." he growls as he slams into me hard and deep. The
sensation is finally to much and it sends me into an intense orgasm that causes
thousands of tingling ripples to pulse through out my body and finally shoot out
of my slit in hot streams of thick white cum. It coats his hand and my thighs
and I squeeze myself around him. "Unh, Chas!" he grunts and I can feel him cum
inside me. I can't help but lick my upper lip and arch my back so it goes in
deep. I love that feeling. Heaven for me would be to have John fuck me until I
can't cum anymore. To feel his thick dick deep in my belly, slamming into me
over and over until he finally cums inside my tight heat. Which is suddenly back
in the room - I notice I am drenched in sweat. 

"Ah!" I squeak again when he pulls out of me. I fall on my side and the last
thing I feel before I fall asleep is him cleaning the cum off my thighs and
giving me a kiss.