“Wanna what?” I prompted, voice reedy.
He groaned, as if frustrated he couldn’t find the words, and buried his face in my stomach instead. With a deep inhale, he breathed me in and reached up to scratch his nails through the dense hair across my pecs. “I wanna taste you here,” he said, so needy and wanting it made my cock pulse. He rubbed his cheek against my chest, his hands, lips, and tongue dragging across every inch he could reach.
I leaned into it, nearly purring. “God, Charlie,” I moaned.
“I wanna know what you feel like, everywhere,” he continued, biting at the soft swell of my belly, and again at the sensitive skin under my nipple. “I wanna know what it’s like to be covered by you, to drown in you.”
Fucking hell.I’d never felt more seen, more wanted, moreworshippedthan by him in that moment.
“Yes,” I replied. To all of it. “Yes, baby. Whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want.”
He flicked my nipple with his tongue and pulled away to peer up at me, grinning feral and wide. “WhateverI want, big guy?”
I nodded dumbly. I was a dog on a leash, ready to beg for the scraps of whatever he gave me.
Ready to grovel, if it made him happy. “Uh-huh.”
Wasn’t I the one meant to be taking him apart? And yet there I was, silly putty in his hands.
“Good. Because I want you to show me how to suck your cock.”
I swore, unprepared to hear such unfiltered need in his voice. My dick pulsed again, still trapped in my pants, and I helped him along in yanking them down until it bobbed free, the thick length fully hardening inches from his wet mouth.
Charlie watched in rapt fascination as a bead of precum formed at the tip. For a second, I worried he had second thoughts. “It’s alright if you’d rather not—uh!”
Charlie leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the head. I slammed a hand onto the glass above him to brace myself; even that tiny touch made me lightheaded.
Alright, so the man knew what he wanted—who was I to argue?
“That’s really good, baby,” I gritted out, eyes wide. I couldn’t help but kick my hips forward once, twice, tagging him on the mouth with the head. “Keep going.”
Charlie might hold my leash, but he bloomed beneath my praise. Growing more confident, he wrapped one hand around the shaft, thumb slotting into the sensitiveVon the underside of the tip, and dug his other hand into my meaty backside.
“I love how hairy you are,” he mumbled, massaging my ass cheek. “Here. Everywhere.”
“Uh-huh,” was all I managed in reply before he yanked me forward to lick off the next drops of precum that formed, one after the other.
My hips stuttered with each teasing touch, blunt cockhead dragging across his perfect, pouty lips before he captured it again with his tongue.
My brow furrowed. “Baby,” I ground out, both hands up on the glass now to keep from gripping the back of his head and feeding him my cock the way I wanted. “You gonna get a move on? I’m dying, here.”
He laughed, deep and throaty, before slurping down as much of me as he could at once, both hands gripping the backs of my thick thighs.
His mouth felt neither warm nor cool, like an exact match to my own body temperature. But it was wet, sloppy, and whatever he was doing with his tongue nearly had my eyes rolling back.
“Oh, God,” I croaked. “I love the way your mouth feels. So good.”
He peered up at me. Tears clung to his long lashes, and his throat fought to keep me inside.
Fucking. Hell.“Such a pretty fucking crier.”
He pulled off with a softpop. “Call me pretty again.”
And then he swallowed me back down, the muscles of his throat working overtime to fight his gag reflex.
I stopped protesting my own urges and tangled my fingers in his hair. With a proper grip, I gave a tentative rock of my hips, just enough to suggest, to ask for permission to thrust deeper.
He palmed my ass in assent, a wicked gleam in his eye when he burrowed his fingers between my cheeks and traced around my rim.
