“Rest your heels on my shoulders,” I said, parting his cheeks even farther with my grip. Caywas fast to obey, the weight of his heels driving me out of my mind. I might be analytical, obsessive, and too anxious most days, but right now, sheer lust took the wheel, obliterating any other thought from my mind but the drive to savor every second I could with this man.
I dipped my head down and slowly drew my tongue in a stripe across his taint, across his furled hole.
“Fuck.” Cay’s hips shot up a little. He tasted clean like soap there, and I licked again, this time a few up-and-down strokes that had him squirming.
“How’s it feel?” I asked, my breath puffing against his skin. My cock was pushing against the couch cushion at this point, so hard it was ridiculous.
“A little different,” he said, wonder in his tone I could fast become addicted to. “But really damn good.”
That was all I needed to hear. I tilted his hole up toward my mouth and descended with fervor, not giving a fuck if it was sloppy. I licked at his hole over and over, varying the pressure to see what made him writhe, what made him groan out in pleasure. I’d eaten enough pussy to know how to use my mouth, and I decided to try nipping at the furled skin there, sucking at it until his moans echoed through the room. His hairy thighs quaked around my head, and the heat percolating through us, the scent of him here, all earthy spice, had my mind spinning.
Spit dripped down his crack as I continued to devour him like it was my last meal, just loving the way his cockdribbled precum, how his head tilted back. His lashes fluttered with his cries, and holy hell, he was so vocal. I fucking adored it. While this was different from eating pussy, it was hot nonetheless, and something about the way Cay disarmed my insecurities allowed me to completely throw myself into this, no holds barred.
When he began to buck a little harder, I drove my tongue inside his hole.
“Holyfuckingshit,” Cay cursed, and I tightened my grip on his ass, noticing the way he seemed to relax at once.
I thrust my tongue into him at a frenzied pace, keeping him pinned. Cay’s sounds were enthusiastic as fuck, spurring me on like nothing else. My cock was so hard it was going to drill a hole through the couch cushion, and the need to sink inside his tight hole was driving me absolutely crazy.
“Oh god, you’re killing me,” Cay moaned.
I pulled back, looking at his spit-slicked hole glistening for me. Lust thumped through me like a second heartbeat. “You’re one to talk,” I murmured. “Spread open for me. I can’t wait to thrust inside this.” I ran my thumb across his hole, loving the way his whole body shivered in response.
Cay lowered his legs off my shoulders, and I reached over to where I’d put the condoms and lube, grabbing both. I rolled the condom onto my length in preparation because I doubted I was going soft anytime soon, not with the way desire thumped through my veins.
“Think you can just fuck into me after that?” Cay asked, curiosity in his eyes.
I chewed on my lower lip. My whole plan had been to work him open finger by finger, but that had gotten blown by the wayside when I’d decided to eat his ass instead.
“Only if you tell me if it’s too much,” I warned, the temptation to sink into him rearing in a big way. I slathered myself in lube before circling his hole with it, dipping the tip of my finger inside without resistance.
“Maybe I like a little pain,” Cay said, heat in his voice that turned my blood to fire.
“The second it’s too much, I’m switching to fingers,” I warned, brushing the tip of my cock at his hole. It was a little more relaxed after the thorough way I’d explored it. I grabbed myself by the base and teased the end of my cock around his hole in circles.
Cay’s breaths came out faster, and he dug his fingers into the sides of the couch. “Why are you torturing me,” he whined, which brought a grin to my lips. My chest thrummed with confidence at being with him, so different from partner after partner who’d just amplified my anxieties. Even with this being a first time for anal with a guy for both of us, Cay’s easygoing attitude leeched my stress away.
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re needy, though,” I teased as I continued to brush the tip of my cock against his hole, the sensation sending a jolt through me every time. Inudged the tip in the slightest bit, and Cay tried to chase it as if he was going to spear himself on my cock. That was all the prompting I needed as I sank into him an inch. His tight heat wrapped around my tip, and the idea of having this squeezing my whole length was enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuuuck,” he let out in a long stream.
With my head notched inside him, I leaned forward to wrap my hands around his wrists, pinning them above his head, back against the couch cushions. The second my grip tightened on his wrists, a long, low moan escaped him, his pretty lashes fluttering.
“That turn you on?” I asked. “Getting pinned and fucked until you’re screaming?”
“Well, now it does,” Cay responded, his voice all low and throaty.
I began to push in the slightest bit, feeling resistance around the ring of muscles. My cock was a decent size but not huge enough to require insane amounts of prep. Still, it felt like I’d just hit a wall, and I didn’t want to shove through. “Bear down,” I commanded, hoping what I’d read would help.
Cay’s lower lip was between his teeth as he followed my orders, and my cock sank a little deeper inside.
“Goddamn, you feel good.” I breathed out as I tested a slight back and forth, even being only a few inches in. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I hoped I could last long enough to gethim off. When all this snug heat wrapped around me fully, I was liable to blow.
I kept a firm grip around his wrists, and the way he looked beneath me, his dark strands messy, his lower lip reddened from sucking it between his teeth, the picture was permanent spank bank fodder. “Should I pull out?” I asked. “Just prep you for a while?”
“Fucking hell, no,” Cay responded, and amusement swirled through my veins as I sank in the slightest bit deeper, feeling the resistance give way. “Take me already.”
“When I’m good and ready,” I said, squeezing his wrists. His lashes fluttered at that, and I slid even farther inside. I continued to work my cock inside him slowly and steadily, watching the reactions on his features, how he tried to fight back by impaling himself a little more on my cock with every pass. My blood pumped hot, and my mind whirled.
