When I closed my lips around the crown, he bucked. His cock slid deeper as he moaned and rolled his hips forward. When he pressed against the back of my throat, I gagged and pulled off him.
“Oh, fuck, sorry,” he gasped, staring down at me with a drugged-out look.
He didn’t look very sorry, and I didn’t want him to be sorry anyway.
“You’re gonna choke me to death with that thing,” I laughed. “I guess there are worse ways to go.”
Reese was still lost in whatever haze of pleasure he’d been trapped in, and he said throatily, “Your mouth feels so fucking good. It’s so soft and warm.”
My cock pulsed as his words scraped against my skin, and holy fucking shit, all he had to do was talk to me and I’d come.
The thought that I might come with his dick in my mouth and his voice in my ear made me even harder.
I closed my lips around him again, sliding down until he hit the back of my throat, and when he jerked and started moaning, his hot cum shooting down my throat, fingers twisting painfully in my hair, I smiled and swallowed every last drop.
He shoved my head back when I kept tonguing him. “Okay, it’s starting to hurt.”
“I win. Now it’s my turn,” I said, lowering him down the wall until his ass was touching my cock.
“Wait, what are you?—”
He grabbed onto my shoulders with a startled sound as I started thrusting between his cheeks. “Wrap your legs around me,” I rasped, helping him get his legs around my waist.
“Dakota—”
“I’m not going in, just hold onto me.” I slid my hands down to palm his ass, squeezing his cheeks around my cock as I pumped between them. He started moaning in my ear.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, and then his sharp little teeth were embedded in my neck, his velvety tongue rolling against my skin.
My hips stuttered and I came when he sucked as hard as he could, his moan vibrating through my body. I slapped a hand against the wall to brace myself when my vision blinked out for a second, clutching Reese to me hard.
“Holy fuck,” I panted as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me.
“Looks like you only lasted five seconds, too,” he panted in my ear. “It’s a tie.”
I laughed and smushed my face into his neck. “We should both get whatever we want.”
He trailed lazy fingers up and down my back, then started drawing shapes on my skin. “I’ll have to think about what I want.”
I drew back. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“What?” His cheeks were already flushed, but they grew even darker when I asked him that.
I slid my fingers into the crease of his ass, brushing against his hole.
“Dakota!” He screeched, squeezing me with his thighs so he could lift himself away from my hand.
“What? A lot of people like that.”
The glare he gave me made my heart pound. “Whose holes have you stuck your fucking fingers in?”
“No one’s. Yet.”
“Ever. I don’t want that.”
I smiled. “Okay. You can fuckme.”
The idea of him sliding that fat cock inside me, lazily thrusting in and out, had crossed my mind a few times.
