“Ass.”
He runs his hand up and down my spine, humming. “You’re wound up like a spring.”
“That’s because I need to come, and you’re a fucking tease.”
He laughs. “Okay, let me see if I can make it quick for you, Royal Highness Demander of Orgasms.”
I bite my lip, wondering what he has in mind considering the position I’m in. Is he going to finger me until I come? That would certainly help get me ready to take his dream cock.
My mind is coming up with all the different scenarios when the least likely one happens. His wet, warm tongue covers my hole before he sucks and then proceeds to French-kiss my ass like I’m a can-can dancer.
“Cupcakes, fudge, sprinkles, and holy fucking stars,” I shout. “Please don’t stop.”
My orgasm is teetering on the edge. As if he knows it, Riley strokes my cock at the same time that he penetrates my ass with this tongue, and that’s it for me. I come on a string of curses like I’m starting a new religion.
“You…this…fucking hell…Riley.” I fall onto the comforter, not caring that I’m basically lying in a puddle of my own cum.
He lies on his side, stroking my back. “Hey, I said I’ve never been with a man. I never said I didn’t know what to do in bed.”
“Smug bastard.” I’m facedown on the pillow, so my insult comes out muffled and with zero malice. He can eat my ass any time he wants. I’ll make a sign and everything.
Bubble’s Ass Open for Business. Free buffet. Eat as much as you want.
I turn my face to him. “What do you propose we do now? Because you’ve noodled my legs.”
He leans over for a kiss. “Let’s test that young age recovery rate and do it the old-fashioned way.”
“Like I said, Coach. I’m all yours.”
23
COACH
I turn Bubble around,and sure enough, his stomach is coated in his release. It doesn’t bother me. None of this bothers me.
Quite the opposite, I’ve never felt so horny for someone, so in tune with someone else’s needs. Not that I have any experience beyond Mel, but I thought I’d feel more nervous or apprehensive.
I was in the beginning, but seeing Curtis react to my touch has removed every ounce of doubt about what I’m doing and how I feel about being with another man.
“Does it gross you out?” he asks, looking down at his stomach.
I run a finger over his release, feeling his taut muscles beneath, and then bring it over to my mouth to taste him.
He groans, and then he’s on me. His tongue searches mine, tasting and teasing. I feel his cock harden again between us.
His kissing is so distracting that I don’t even realize I’m on my back with him straddling me.
“Coach, you are a bag of dirty treats tied with a nice neat bow. No one would ever tell what’s really inside. But now that I know, I want to keep looking to see what else you have.”
I laugh. “It seems that you’re ready for something else I have.”
He looks down at where our cocks are sandwiched together. “I was born ready. Hand me the lube.”
I grab it, and he steals it off me, uncapping it and squirting a good amount on his fingers before reaching behind himself.
“Turn around. I want to see,” I ask.
His green eyes go impossible dark, and he does as I ask. We’re in a reverse cowboy position, and I have a prime seat to watch the beauty that is his ass.
