He doesn’t even finish his sentence before his body tenses and he makes the most erotic squealing noises as his pleasure reaches a climax. I swallow his orgasm and lap at his spent dick until he begs me to stop. I lean back onto my knees, enjoying the masterpiece before me. Rafi in a swirl of sheets, his hair wild, his body marked by my mouth, fisting the sheets as the waves of pleasure sweep over him.
After a few moments, he blinks sleepily and looks at me, his eyes wide. “You’ve been holding back.”
“You have no idea,” I chuckle, running my hands over his compact body, enjoying the way the dark hair on his chest maps down to the tiniest bit of belly.
A few self-satisfied blinks later, he sits up, getting up on his knees to meet me where I am, wrapping me up in his snuggly, cum-induced warmth. “You do know you’ve ruined me for anyone else, right?”
“Was my plan all along,” I say, tugging him in close.
We kiss, kneeling on the bed, enjoying the simple pleasure.
After a while, he breaks the kiss, and I whine until he puts his hand in the middle of my chest and pushes me down, my head at the foot of the bed. I lie back and open my arms, spreading my legs and giving him access to whatever he wants. My dick is desperately hard, and honestly, anything he wants to do to me will feel amazing.
I love being right.
He leans in, nudging my sac out of the way with his nose so he can lick and suck and nip at the sensitive skin between my balls and ass. I let the sensation wash over me, groaning when his hot lips nibble along the loose skin before sucking the entire ball into his mouth.
I’m fully aware of the fact that we are in a house with a bunch of other people, but I can’t help the sounds coming out of me. His hands move over the hair on my thighs, and the yummy, wet sounds his mouth makes as he sucks on this most intimate part of me…is a full-blown experience.
Pausing from making a meal out of me, he asks, “Lube still in the bag?”
My brain half-gone, I nod and maybe grunt a sound in the affirmative.
His warmth leaves me for about a second, but soon he is back between my legs, running a slick hand up and down my shaft as he goes back to hungrily sucking on my balls. I’m a man of prolific experience—I’ve done a lot of things to a lot of other people and had damn near everything done to me—and never in my experience have I had someone worship my balls the way Rafi is.
Just as I think it can’t get any better, thin little fingers push cool lube in between my cheeks. Fuck. Yes. I widen my legs a little farther and am rewarded with more of the chilly sensation, the temperature causing a shiver throughout my body.
He taps at the entrance. “May I?”
I smile at the level of adorable, answering, “I’ll be disappointed if you don’t.”
He smiles into my taint, sucking hard as he pushes a thin finger inside of me. Most guys I’ve been with prefer for me to top, so it’s been a while, but suddenly I remember why I like bottoming so much. His finger strokes and explores me and is soon joined by another exploring finger. He grunts and pushes in a little farther, right on my P-spot.
“Baby, keep doing that and you’ll get a surprise.”
Smirking to himself, he sits up and drags over a pillow, tapping my hip so he can shove it under me. I comply and find his hard dick pressing up against my entrance, both of his hands now alternating up and down on my cock. I groan, anticipating the pleasure, nudging up against him, begging him to hurry.
He pushes into me, and both of us hiss with a sharp inhale.
“Fuck, this feels so good,” he says, shuddering as he finds his rhythm.
He’s not the biggest man I’ve been with, but there’s a rolling action to his hips that I…I really enjoy.
“Fuck, baby, you’re hitting that spot. You’re hitting that spot over and over again. So good, so good.”
He smiles like the devil and reaches up, pinching a nipple while jacking my cock, holding on to both for leverage, mixing sharp pain and pleasure while hammering into me. I’m nearly a foot taller than he is, and I feel like he’s all over me.
I go from pure, sensual pleasure to orgasm in a matter of seconds. No buildup, no slow rise, just the sensation of having him in my ass, on my dick, plucking at my nipple, wiring my entire body to explode. I grab the footboard above me and arch into his thrust, my orgasm practically calling on the power of Grey Skull.
I lie back flat on the bed, an entire puddle, brain completely off-line, feeling like a mix table that’s been overplayed by a master DJ.
“What did you do to me?” I ask, bleary and satisfied.
His grin is cocky and wholly deserved. “Looks like I fucked you into the mattress.”
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Everett
