Right. Now.
“Fuck me,” I choked out. “Need you.”
He buried his face where my neck and shoulders met, nipping the sensitive skin as he loosened his grip on my cock.
“I want nothing more than to bury myself inside you,” he said with an edge to his voice that let me know he was telling the God’s honest truth. “But your first time is going to be in a bed, with me taking my time. Not up against a counter.”
“But—”
“I know, baby. But this is as much for me as it is for you.”
“I’m so empty, though,” I moaned, thrusting into his loosened hand. “Please.”
“Let’s fix that, shall we?” he said, pressing two of his fingers into my mouth.
Oh.
Oh.
I slurped and sucked on those fingers like my life depended on it.
“That’s right, baby. Get ’em good and wet.”
I did as he asked, so fucking turned on by his rough handling and smooth words. I complained when he removed the fingers but lost my breath when he spun me to face him.
“Spread your cheeks,” he said, his eyes dark.
I flushed, a little embarrassed but also turned on by the embarrassment. I reached behind myself and put a hand on each cheek, then separated them.
“More.”
I pulled them apart till I felt the air on my hole.
“Good boy,” he said, taking me in a deep, filthy kiss as I continued exposing myself.
With his tongue nearly down my throat, Kess snaked his hand around and swirled his spit-slick fingers over my hole. I jumped, and he held on tight, preventing me from moving.
“That’s right, baby. Open up for me,” he said, dipping a finger inside me.
The slight stretch was everything, and I pushed my hips back, forcing him deeper.
“So needy,” he whispered against my lips before plunging both his tongue and his finger inside me.
Before I could beg, he pressed the second finger inside me and I shouted out in pain and pleasure and God knows what else.
“Keep ’em spread, baby,” he said, hooking his fingers inside me.
Oh. Fuck.Oh.
“Like it when I pet that spot, baby?”
“Mmhmm.”
He was fully dressed, and I was exposed in every way possible. My jeans had slid to my ankles, my underwear was still hung up around my knees, and my cock was pressed up against his erection, nearly overwhelmed by the rough material of his jeans. My hands were basically shackled since I needed both of them to do what he’d asked of me—to spread myself open for him. In the meantime, he was kissing me and finger fucking me and handling me like he knew exactly how to please me.
My cries pitched up, and he kissed me again, deeply, then knelt in front of me, his fingers still inside. He took me in his mouth and thrust his fingers deeper, twisting them as he sucked me down.
My muscles—all of them, everywhere—contracted and the orgasm he’d been teasing for a lifetime hit me like a freight train. I had to let go of my ass to grab for the counter as I spilled down his throat. He pressed his fingers as deeply as he could, then kept them in place as I shuddered through the rest of the peak.
