Knox slowly moves to his hands and knees, andmyknees almost buckle at the sight. As soon as he’s prone, I get behind him, my paint-covered hands spreading his cheeks.
He bucks.
“Taylor, what the f?—”
I pull my hand back and slap his ass cheek.
He tries to turn around to see me, but I’ve tightened my grip on his ass and he’s too big to twist around that easily.
“Taylor!”
I huff a laugh at how scandalized he sounds.
“Knox!” I mock him in the same tone of voice.
“Let me take a shower or something,” he says.
“And replace your flavor and scent with that of soap? I don’t think so.”
Pulling him wide again, I spit directly on his asshole. His cheeks clench together like he’s trying to keep me out, so I smack his other cheek.
“Damnit, Taylor,” he grunts.
I rub my hand in soothing circles over the painted flesh.
“This is going to be dirty andexactlywhat I want. I’m going to imprint your flavor on my tongue, and you’re going to let me. I know this is new for you, but I need you to trust me. Trust this is what I want.”
Slowly, he relaxes.
“That’s it,” I encourage, dipping my tongue lower, preparing for my first taste.
One swipe has us both moaning. He tenses, but doesn’t push me away.
I want to sit up and praise him, tell him how fucking good he tastes, but I can’t pull away long enough to get the words out, so I let the sloppy sounds coming from my mouth talk for me. I lick faster, pulling him farther apart.
As my licking becomes more aggressive, he grinds his hips into the canvas.
I wedge my face deeper, wishing I didn’t have so much paint on my hands so I could coax a finger inside his ass. Scooting back, I drop onto my stomach, hooking my elbows under his thighs, pulling him into me. I run my tongue from his balls to his hole and smile when he begins rocking his hips, pushing back into me for more.
“That feels really fucking good, but I hate this position,” he grumbles. “I can’t see you, and I can’t touch my dick.”
Taking pity on him, I unhook my arms and tell him to roll onto his back. The paint smears as he goes, and the yellow from his chest already looks beautiful against the navy blue. I lean over and grab the light blue tube, painting my stomach, my quads, and my knees before tossing the bottle out of the way and straddling Knox’s hips.
I roll my pelvis, thrusting my dick next to his, and his yellow hands land on my thighs. His eyes stare at the mess of colors on my skin.
“I like how that looks,” he says.
I continue moving against him until we’re both panting, chasing our release. But then I back off.
“Please,” he whispers, punching his hips into me. I’d feel bad about edging him, but I’m putting myself in just as much pain.
“Not yet. We need more paint.”
Knox lets me douse him in the yellow paint before laying my body flat along his. We’re both so coated in the slippery substance, we glide along each other’s bodies easily. The once-cold paint is quickly heating with the rise in the temperature of our skin.
The squelching sounds are heavenly as our bodies create a vacuum and then release.
Planting my hands on either side of Knox’s head, I drag my cock along his as I pull myself forward and push myself back. Knox’s hands clamp down on my hips, shortening my range of motion to pump along his shaft.
