“Face the wall,” he commanded softly.
I looked up at him with wide eyes, then slowly turned to face the wall, palming it.
Pressing his cock against my ass, he wrapped his arms around my torso, then whispered, “I might get a little bossy, but that doesn’t override your needs. You can always say no. It will always be okay to stop.”
I took in a ragged breath and let it out fast. “Thank you. I probably needed to hear that.”
He knelt behind me, and this time he spread my cheeks and murmured, “God, yes” before running his tongue from my balls to the top of my crack.
He then pulled my cock back through my legs and licked from the tip to the top of my crack again.
“Jesus.”
I cursed a blue streak as he sucked and licked the length of me, over and over again.
Finally, he focused on my hole, aggressively so, until the only sounds coming out of my mouth were ugly, incoherent grunts. It was maddening to be so turned on and yet not able to come on his tongue alone. Something told me he knew that.
Son of a— “Ah!” I shouted as he breached me with his tongue.
I banged the expensive tiles with the side of my fist as he worked himself farther and farther inside me. I had no conceptof how long he spent back there, only that I was in a hellish cycle of ecstasy and joy and no ability to fucking come.
He finally sat back and bit at the shelf of my ass. “Fuck, I love this ass. I could do this forever.”
“If you don’t make me come, I am going to scream.”
He chuckled, then rose behind me, nestling his cock between my cheeks. “That mean you’re ready for me?”
I shivered. “Please.”
He spun me around and kissed me, sharing my taste with me as he snapped off the water.
“You have the most beautiful, soft hole, Rowd.”
He led me out of the shower and helped me dry off. In that short amount of time, I went from horny and desperate with a raging, dripping boner, to horny and nervous as hell with a soft, shriveled cock.
“Rowdy, you’re shaking like a leaf. I know you said that you were ready, but we don’t?—”
“Iamnervous,” I admitted, even though I knew he would take such good care of me. “But I can’t wait to do this with you. I want it, badly.”
“Okay,” he said softly. “I can work with nerves. But never ignore yourno, deal?”
“Deal.”
We stepped outside of the bathroom and kissed at the side of the bed for a few moments.
“We can do this face-to-face, or with you on all fours, or bent over the bed...”
“Face-to-face,” I blurted. “Can I...Can I ride you?”
I had read somewhere that riding on top can make the first time a little easier, that maybe it would give me more of a sense of control.
“Of course.”
Kess grabbed the lube out of his side drawer. “Are you still comfortable going without a condom…” he asked, holding up a strip of condoms.
I nodded. “Maybe later when we want to avoid a mess, but I want to feel everything.”
He grinned and set the condoms back down, then lay back on the bed, stacking some pillows behind his head.
