“Gotta love the internet,” I mutter as Tyler has already disposed of his phone and is busy licking along the shell of my ear. “Are you sure about going bare? I’ve never done that before, but I’m fine with it if you are… Just let me grab mine…” I trail off with a throaty gasp when I reach for my phone because he decides to stick his tongue in my ear.
I barely manage to open up the damn app with him clinging to me, but after I show him the same screen as his and he gives a happy groan, all bets are off. He surges up and takes my lips in a savage mating of the mouths, which is everything but gentle or sweet.
“Fuck,” I say as I rip my mouth away from his. “You really sure about this?” He knows I’m not asking about the fucking, I’m asking about doing this unprotected.
“Yes.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “There’s no one else. I don’t think there’ll everbesomeone else.” His eyes all but glow as his lips curve in that sexy as fuck smirk, his dimples showing.
And I see it there. The infatuation, the devotion, and the same damn emotion we haven’t voiced yet but is there nonetheless.
Because I know that I’m head over heels for this guy, and I also know that everything I’m feeling is reciprocated right there in his eyes. We justfit.
And I’m sure we’ll fit in more ways than one.
So I let go of the last of my hesitation and decide to trust him in his choice, trust him with this, withme,and give him one more brutal kiss before I make my way down again.
I pause when I’m eye-to-eye with the delicious V of his abdomen, trailing my tongue over it because I justhaveto. And I love how his fingers twist in my unruly hair again, likehejusthasto touch me.
I smirk against his belly, drag my lips lower and greet my little–orbig–friend with a kiss on the tip, wrapping my left hand around him. When I give him a short tug, my hulk of a man shudders, a low moan rumbling from his throat. I fucking love it, how he responds to me.
Using my thumb to flick open the lube with my other hand, the tell-tale sound is a promise in the otherwise silent room. I urge him to lift his knees and then proceed to pour the lube down his crack, making Ty flinch.
“Cold?” I ask as I graze my fingers through the liquid after I’ve thrown the bottle beside me, rubbing it over his hole.
He grunts. “You could’ve warmed it up a bit.”
I chuckle. “No worries. You’ll be hot in no time.” I emphasize my point by dragging my tongue from the root of his shaft to the tip, proceeding to engulf the thick length in one smooth move all the way to the back of my throat
His hips nearly buck off the bed at that, his fingers tightening in my hair to the point it’s almost painful as he lets out a hoarse cry. With him properly distracted by my mouth, I press my finger harder against him, slowly penetrating his tight heat.
He grunts something unintelligible, contracting around my finger.
“You good?” I ask as I pull my digit back a little before pushing in again, making him moan.
“It’s different,” he lets out through clenched teeth, his delicious muscles taut.
I give a soft chuckle before I wrap my lips around his cockhead again to relax him, giving long, lazy sucks in time with my finger, sliding it deeper every time I take him to the back of my throat.
If the flush on his cheeks, the trembling in his bones and his arched back aren’t any indication that it works, his needy moans and throaty whimpers are. And his thighs fucking quiver when I finally push deeper, hitting his prostate.
“What the–” he chokes on a moan before I hit it again. “Jesus, fuck. What’s that?”
“That’s you meeting your prostate for the first time. Still good?” I ask, my own voice hoarse, as I pop off his dick.
He bears down on my fingers like his ass is seeking me out again–his dick growing impossibly harder in my hand. I oblige of course, now slowly pushing a second finger in, rubbing his prostate like a champ.
“Very… Fuck, Jace,” he breathes out my name, shoving his ass backwards. “Shit, that’s really damn good.”
“I know.” I twist my fingers, loosening him up more, jerking him off slowly with my free hand. I tease him and basically fuck him on my fingers, pressing down on his gland until his dick swells and I can easily add a third one.
He’s trembling beneath me now, not being able to hold himself still, one hand is now firmly lodged in the blankets, the other still gripping my hair tight. The sexy-ass sounds coming out of him are un-fucking-real and if I wasn’t already as gone for him as I am, this would keel me right over.
I slowly withdraw my hand when I can sense that he’s almost at his peak, which I won’t allow to happen. Because I really–and I meanreally–need to get into that phenomenal ass.
“No, fuck. Don’t stop.” He gasps at the loss as I pull out completely.
“I kind of have to, babe…”
“Why?” he nearly whimpers, neck strained in agitation. He palms his dick and I take the opportunity to cover myself in lube, drizzling more on his ass as well.
