“Mmm.” He smiled slightly. “I can do that. Let’s get these off you.” His fingers slipped into my briefs and gave the waistband a tug; I obediently lifted my hips and soon my underwear had gone the way of my pants, flung to the side to be found - or not - some unknown time in the future. “Very nice.” He ran one finger up my erection, circling it around the tip to collect the drop of precum that was welling up there. Lifting his finger to his mouth, he sucked the precum off it and groaned. “Verynice.”
“Fuuuuuck.” I half-sat and, with no finesse whatsoever, yanked his underwear down. Oh yes. That hard, uncut dick wasmine. Before he could fight me, I gripped his hips and toppled him onto the bed beside me, then scooted myself so I was face-to-crotch with him. “Hi,” I whispered, lifting my eyes to his wide ones. His lips moved but nothing came out, and I decided to take that as a good sign. I gave his dick a gentle kiss, keeping my eyes on his until his fluttered closed, and then flicked my tongue out against his frenulum.
“Ngh” was his reaction to that. Worked for me. I slipped my lips around his head and sucked. A salty burst of precum greeted me, to my pleasure. Not hard to tell he was enjoying my ministrations. I kept up my suction, working my tongue into things when I could, dipping it into his slit periodically, which he always greeted with a moan. Which was why I was surprised when I felt the heel of his hand push gently against my forehead.
I lifted my head to meet his eyes, surprised. “What’s wrong?”
He smiled. “Absolutely nothing except that I want to play too. Where’s your lube?”
I gestured to my nightstand, which was closer to him than me with me in my current position. He nodded and reached over, retrieving the bottle of lube and a handful of condoms. He dropped the condoms on the bed next to the pillow, then gestured at me. “Come up here.”
I blinked, my slow brain not computing. “Where?”
Apparently deciding words were overrated, he reached down, grabbed my hips, and hauled me over him so my ass was in his face while my face was still conveniently at dick level. “As you were,” he teased, pressing my face back against himself with one hand while he flicked open the lube bottle with the other.Ohhh, I got it now.
I went back to work on his dick, flicking and sucking, as I felt a lubed finger probe gently at my pucker. I forced myself to relax with the ease of years of practice, and his fingertip slipped inside me with little effort. I moaned around my mouthful and he gasped at the vibrations, then pressed his lips to my left asscheek and slid his finger deeper.
We worked in sync like that for a few moments until his fingertip nailed my prostate. I jerked and whimpered and felt him smile against my skin. “There it is,” he breathed approvingly. “Ready for two?”
I nodded as best I could and cupped his balls, involuntarily tensing and then relaxing as I felt him draw his finger back and then advance forward again with two. Ohhh yeah, that was the stuff. I redoubled my efforts at blowing him, rolling his balls and sucking hard. His breath heaved against my skin, warm and wet; in return, I slurped enthusiastically at him.
I twitched involuntarily when more cold lube drizzled down my crack, but the sensation was quickly overwritten by theburning stretch of three fingers as they entered me. I couldn’t resist the urge to flex my hips, riding his hand as he eased deeper into me and moaning deep in my throat.
As if triggered by my moan, his pelvis jerked, burying his dick deeper into my mouth, and a fresh burst of precum coated my tongue. I keened around him as he pegged my prostate again, and I would swear I felt his evil grin against my butt as he did it. I pulled my mouth away from him with reluctance and twisted my neck so I could look at him. “Now,” I panted. “Give it.”
He grinned, his hair hanging around his shoulders in a frizzy halo, and slid his clean hand up my torso toward my nipples in order to tweak them. “Not yet, pretty boy.”
“Please?” I wasn’t above begging if it would get me what I wanted. Nor manipulation, come to think of it. I licked my palm and started jerking him slowly as I met his eyes, letting the lust I felt burn in mine.
In retaliation, he massaged my prostate again, not letting up for long seconds even as I moaned loudly. “Hey, I’m busy down here,” he teased. “Don’t interrupt.”
“You’re mean.” I circled the tip of my finger around the head of his cock, letting the edge of my fingernail just catch the edge of his foreskin. His cock jerked hard in my hand, and I smirked. “Sure you’re not ready?”
He let out a heaving breath, his eyes dilating to almost fully black. “Fuck, come up here.” He gently drew his fingers out of me, and I let out a mournful noise at the sudden sensation of emptiness he left behind. “Soon, pretty boy.”
I managed to flip myself around until I was straddling him right-way up, our faces within inches of each other. We stared at each other for a long moment, then, as if synced, both lunged forward until our lips crashed together. His tongue speared into my mouth without hesitation and I moaned around it as it thrust lewdly, giving me a preview of what - I hoped - would be comingshortly with the rest of his body. I humped my hips against his, sliding our cocks together, his slick with my spit and mine with the drips of lube that had trickled down from my hole. “Fuuuuck,” I managed into his mouth before pulling back just long enough to meet his eyes and say firmly, “Now.”
“Yeah.” He nodded absently, scrabbling around for the lube bottle he’d dropped. “Yeah, now.” I heard thesquishof more lube coming out of the bottle, and then his body tensed as he stroked it over his cock. “Ride me, baby.”
Didn’t have to tell me twice. I reached back and took hold of his cock, propping it upright and rubbing it against my stretched hole twice before sinking back onto it. The burn was still there, even after his careful stretching, but it was gentle. Almost nice; a sort ofhello, something important is happening here. It took mere seconds before my hips were flush against his and I couldn’t help the jerk mine gave as our bodies met. “Yessss,” I hissed.
His hands came up to my hips, clutching at them tightly, and I could feel his body quiver under me. He slowly arched his hips, pressing deeper into my body and pulling me down into him at the same time. “Fast,” he commanded breathlessly, and then we were moving in sync, him yanking me down as I rose and fell on my knees. His cock massaged my prostate with every withdrawal and re-entry, the fat head rubbing me just right.
Within seconds, I was gasping for breath, half from the exertion - what, I don’t get a lot of exercise! - and half from the sensation. I clenched around him and was pleased to hear his answering gasp. I might be bottoming, but I was a full participant in this shindig.
A whimpering moan rose from his throat, and his fingers tightened on my hips. I hoped I’d have bruises tomorrow, something to remember him by. I loved nothing more thanlooking down at my body and seeing a secret memory of the night before. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, clutching at me.
That was more than fine with me. I lifted one hand from the bed to my cock and began stroking in time with our combined thrusts, letting the tops of my fingers rub just under my head on the upstroke the way I loved. I couldn’t hold in the gasps and whimpers caused by the combination of my touch and his fucking, and I didn’t even try. Let him hear how much I was enjoying myself!
I felt his thighs begin to shake under me, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. I redoubled my jerk-off efforts, wanting to match him as closely as possible, and soon I, too, was shaking. “Fuck,” I managed, “gonna…”
“Yeah.” He nodded and lifted one hand from my hip to yank my head down to his to give me a deep, messy kiss. I felt him nod against my lips and mumble something that might have been another “Yeah.”
When his tongue licked across the roof of my mouth, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I tightened my hand just the tiniest bit around my cock and that was all it took. I tensed and froze, body arching as I released onto his stomach in long spurts.
He wrenched his mouth away from mine. “Fuuuuck.” And then his mouth was back, biting my bottom lip this time as he, too, came. His fingers on my hip clenched and relaxed rhythmically and he surged into me in short, rough thrusts until his body went limp under me and he sighed. “Goddamn.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply through my nose, leaning forward to snuggle my face into his neck. He smelled good, like rosemary and a fire on a cold night, and suddenly all I wanted was to breathe him in while I drifted off to sleep. Nothing like a good fucking to make me pass out, especially when I’d been drinking.
