I knew he was teasing me and refused to take the bait. Instead, I removed my jacket and toed out of my boots. He grinned.
“What has you smiling now?”
“You just took off your boots without any pain.”
“Been doing that for a while now.” I took him into my arms and kissed him like I meant it. “You remember what Dr. K said about sex?” I asked, lifting my brows.
He tapped his chin. “Something about not using your knees for sexual activity for six months.”
I made a show of eyeballing my watch. “Well, will you look at that? Right at the six-month mark post-surgery, and my knee is perfect.”
“Oh? Were you wanting to take it out for a spin?” he asked, teasing open his blouse with those sexy nails of his.
“More than you can imagine.”
“You give me a minute here, cowboy, and I’ll put on one of my fancy little outfits for you,” he said, unbuttoning his pants.
“You know I love your pretty peignoirs, but . . .” I gestured to my growing cock. “I don’t have the patience tonight.”
“I thought that might be the case,” he teased, toeing out of his shoes and socks before dropping his trousers.
I sucked in a deep breath. He was wearing lacy teal underwear; the kind built to cup a man’s cock. The jeweled color set off his pale skin, so pretty as he ran his long nails over the nubbly fabric. He’d introduced me to ASMR, dragging his fingernails across different surfaces. Depending on the situation, it either calmed me or excited me, and the sound of those nails across lace definitely wasn’t on the side of calm.
I shucked off the rest of my things, then dragged him down to the mattress.
“Oof. Someone’s in a hurry to get started,” he teased, skimming a pretty nail up the steel length of me.
His pretty talons against my cock made me so hard that I got a little dizzy from the reversal of blood flow, and it was enough to finally loosen my tongue.
“Have you seen you?” I said, dipping down to kiss his chest.
He’d mentioned once being embarrassed that he hadn’t been able to wax, and when I told him I didn’t mind, he said it was more of his personal aesthetic. That Rich guy liked him to remove everything, but when I bought him a year’s worth of waxing appointments, I made sure he knew this was all about what made him feel pretty. When he returned from his first appointment with just a sexy little patch right above his cock, and nothing on his chest, legs, and undercarriage, I walked him to my bedroom and didn’t let him out until we were both good and dehydrated.
Which reminded me. “Turn over,” I commanded, and he immediately obeyed. The more time I spent with him, the more I enjoyed every element of the male anatomy. After the first time he’d rimmed me, I made it my mission to become a damned expert at eating ass. Mostly because he liked it, but also because I loved turning him on this way.
And I was about to add tongue fucking him to my rim job repertoire.
Look at me, growing and changing.
Gripping his hips, I raised them, then used my thumbs to spread his cheeks. He sucked in a sharp breath and let out a low moan as I leaned in, licking a slow path from his tight nuts to the tip of his crack. I did it again, and again until his bare, dripping cock was messy and bobbing between his spread thighs.
Only when he was saying my name did I focus on his tight little rim. Circling it with my tongue, I nipped at the sensitive places on his body. Spreading his cheeks even wider, I pointed my tongue and pressed it inside him, slow and easy.
“Fuck, cowboy. I’m gonna come,” he choked out. I pulled back, and he slammed his fist against the pillows. “You’re killing me, Kit.”
I chuckled, evil, then flipped him onto his back, and his eyes widened as his sweet body bounced under my power.
“Something tells me I’m about to discover a new version of you, Kit Baker.”
I kissed him, skimming his ribs, thumbing his hard nipples, teasing his hardness with mine. “That you are, Skylar Whitmore.”
I grabbed the lube, slicking my fingers before slicking his hole. It was a bit softened from my tongue, but as we’d discovered, he needed a bit more prep with someone my size.
I thrust two fingers inside him, loving the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he acclimated to the stretch. Thrusting again and again, I teased the spot inside him that made his eyes roll back in his head. We kissed again as I added a third finger. Finally, when he was about as ready as he could be, I put one of his legs over my shoulder, opening him up for me.
“How’re those knees holding up, cowboy?” he asked, winking at me.
“Perfect,” I said, slicking my cock. Dr. Kleinfeld had been a miracle worker.
