I lick my lips, making sure my mouth is nice and wet before I lick a trail from his taint to his tip, swirling my tongue around the glistening head.
His choked sounds reveal how much he’s enjoying this, and it spurs me on. Letting go of his hands, I grip his hips and sink my mouth down over the full length of him, swallowing around him with the back of my throat.
His hands come to my head, pushing me farther down, and I grin, letting him have this one small measure of control. I choke a little on his cock, and immediately the pressure from his hands lets up.
We lock eyes and I raise my brow.Fine, I can gag on him all by myself.
I gag myself on his cock again and again, letting the spit drool down to his balls. I wet my fingers and slide them behind his taint, tapping and swirling at his entrance while I continue bobbing up and down. I press in, teasing, and pull back just as quickly, giving him a chance to protest.
When he pushes against my fingers, I take the hint and push into him, slow and steady. He makes a funny uhnnn uhnnn uhnnnnnnn sound, and I impale him with the second finger, crooking it just so. That funny grunt pitches up, and I know I could finish him right here. But that’s not happening until I’m balls-deep, so I remove my fingers and smile around his cock when he moans in protest.
Now that I’ve got him good and spun up, I grip his shoulders and pull myself up his body, taking his mouth again. He wraps a leg around me, and we grind against each other in a perfect rhythm. He slows down the kiss, just a hair, just enough to let the desperation siphon off and intention take over.
And he is nothing if not pure, lascivious intention, his mouth destroying me as his hips grind up.
I let out a small groan of my own, and the second I soften into him, he smiles against my lips and tightens his grip on me, flipping me over so that he’s on top.
“Son of a bitch,” I swear.
“You know it.”
He crawls down my body and unzips me, then rips off my jeans, whimpering as he releases my cock.
“Fuck, you’re huge. So long and thick,” he says adoringly, giving my dick a worshipful lick as his eyes twinkle with mischief. “Almost as big as I am.”
My “fuck off” is sliced in half when he sinks down to the root, the sucking, tight heat nearly sending me over the edge. His complete lack of gag reflex sets my hair on fire, and his relentless, unhurried, infuriatingly talented mouth pulls me right up to the beginning of an orgasm.
I groan out, “Omar, stopstopstop. I’m gonna—”
He pulls off right away and leaves my dick twitching between us, hunger a smirk on his lips.
I drop my head back on the bed. “Fuuuuck. Condoms, lube in the pocket of my jeans. Wear it, put it on me, I don’t care. Do your worst.”
His grin expands into a chuckle. “Why do you always have condoms and lube on you?”
18
Omar
“Oh, just simmer down and appreciate my level of preparedness,” he says, flipping me the bird as he nails me with eyes that glow blue and a handsome face that makes my heart stop.
I pin him down with my forearms, wrenching beautiful moans from him as I slide my cock along his. “I just want to hear you admit that you’ve lost this particular round.”
He grins. “Have I really? Oh no, Omar is gonna put his big fucking cock inside my ass. However will I deal with the shame of such a terrible loss?”
I push his shoulder. “Fuck off. Don’t try to dim my enjoyment of this moment. I won, you lost, might as well admit it.”
He breaks my hold on him and then lies back, his palms behind his head, looking up at me with bemusement as he lets his legs splay out, tilting his ass up. “Go ahead, claim your prize.”
“Oh, I will. Do you need some more prep for mybig fucking cock?”
He shakes his head. “I like the burn. Don’t fucking hold back, either.”
He might be right—I’m not entirely sure I’ve won this round, and yet…I’m pretty sure I haven’t lost it, either.
I roll down the condom with more ease than I feel, just happy my hands don’t shake. I open the little sachet of lube, stroking myself with it and adding a few stripes to his hole.
“So, no prep? You sure about that?”
