I can’t stop staring. The hard muscles, the way I can see them flex as he moves to get into place. I reach up, palming each cheek, then spread them.
His little pink hole flutters.
I groan, loud and desperate, my grip on his ass tightening without meaning to.
“Ryan?” His voice is raspy and deep.
“Can I . . . Can I lick it?”
No response.
I crane my neck to look at him. He’s staring at me over his shoulder, but I can’t see his mouth. Just his eyes.
What’s he thinking?
We’ve never explored anything anal before. Never talked about it either. Maybe he’s not ready. Maybe he isn’t even into it.
“We don’t have to.”
He turns his head forward, so now I can’t see his face. Can’t see his expression. But then he arches, pushing back. “Do it.”
“Connor, if you don’t want—”
“Ryan, lick my fucking asshole.”
A low growl leaves my throat as I swipe my tongue up the crease. Fuck he tastes like heaven. Tangy. Heady.
Connor hisses out a breath.
I pull away a little and look at him, at the way his hole clenches and unclenches. So goddamn sexy.
I press my mouth to him once again, and his hole puckers against my tongue.
“Fuck, Ry.”
My tongue swirls and flicks against him, the tip of my nose brushing between his crease. Can’t get enough. I pull him down more, but he resists. “Connor, sit.”
He snorts but doesn’t move.
“Connor. Sit on my face.” I pull him again, and he adjusts, placing his hands on his thighs and obeys.
I groan, something inside me snapping. I eat him like a man starved, like I can’t get enough, devouring his ass like it's my last meal.
“Fuck. Fuck. Ryan. Fuck.” He grinds against my tongue, riding my face. “I . . . I . . . Oh, shit. I’m coming.”
A second later, his cum hits my chest. Fuck no. I want to taste all of him.
I push up on his glutes, lifting him. He scrambles, both palms slapping the mattress to keep from toppling over, his cock still erupting. I take him into my mouth, sucking until I pull every last drop from him.
Then I feel it.
His hot, wet mouth on me.
My hips thrust up, fast and hard. I pant around his length, moaning and grunting as I race toward my own orgasm. His hand wraps around my cock, pumping mewhile sucking. Every muscle in my body tenses, then I explode.
Connor continues to work me until nothing comes out, then he flops over onto the mattress, just our elbows touching as we try to catch our breaths.
After a minute, I turn to look at him. “Was it okay?”
