“Albie?”
He looked up from my dick. “Yes?”
“Take off your clothes.”
“All right.”
He scrambled to obey, his eagerness just as alluring as his shyness. And we both knew the latter fueled his lust. My Albielikedbeing a little embarrassed. He liked being pushed until he was uncomfortable and squirming. Then he got…insistent.
I liked that Albie the best.
“Aye,” I rasped as he shed his clothes with shaking fingers, fumbling buttons and laces. He took longer than I had to remove all his starched layers but, damn, there was something satisfying in the reveal. As linen and leather hit the bed, I feasted on the sight of broad shoulders and hard muscle. A rippling stomach and thick thighs. His ass was even thicker, the taut globes so pretty and round as he went to his hands and knees and nuzzled my groin.
His cock blushed as prettily as his face, his shaft long and slightly curved. Moisture swelled at the slit. He thrust his ass higher as he kissed and licked my dick before looking up, entreaty stamped on his features.
Oh, yes, my Albie knew what I liked.
Spearing gentle fingers through his soft hair, I guided his mouth to my cock. “Go ahead, love.”
He moaned as he closed his lips around me and sucked. He didn’t wait, just took me straight to the back of his throat, so willing and eager that I staggered a little, my fingers clenching in his hair as I steadied myself.
Hot, wet suction surrounded my cock from root to tip. The bedchamber narrowed to Albie’s tongue and the tight clasp of his throat. Lightning shot up my spine, and I groaned, jaw hanging open as I watched him. Like everything else he did, he’d worked hard at learning this task, studying what pleased me and then perfecting it.
And, gods,hewas perfect, his blond head bobbing and his hot tongue swirling hard and wet over my shaft, my head, myslit. He gave me hints of teeth that loosened my knees, then followed his bite with apologetic sweeps of his tongue.
It was too good and too damn much. Because I wanted a lot more from him than his mouth.
Grasping his jaw, I forced him off my dick. Then I dragged his head up until he was fully on his knees. “Get me wet,” I ordered, thrusting my fingers into his mouth.
His eyes drifted shut behind his spectacles as he sucked obediently, his pink lips stretched wide around four of my fingers. Our cocks brushed and bumped together, mine glistening from his attention.
“You want all of these, don’t you?” I asked, pushing my fingers just a little too far into his mouth. He gagged but held my wrist, keeping my fingers deep as he nodded.
When I finally pulled them out, he gasped, “All of them. I want all of them.”
I yanked his hips against mine and kissed him because I couldn’t help it.
He made a needy sound, and I swallowed it, slicking my tongue against his as I gripped his ass and worked our cocks together. He shuddered into my mouth, soft moans slipping from him.
“So greedy,” I whispered against his lips. “Wanting all these fingers at once, sweet Albie.” Slipping my hand between his cheeks, I traced one damp fingertip around his hole. We breathed together as he panted and rolled his hips, caught between the promise of pleasure in his ass and the hot glide of my cock against his.
“Tavish…” he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. He nipped at my lips, stealing kisses as he rutted against me. “Please…”
I pushed a finger inside him, and the muscle clamped hard. “Please, what?” I asked roughly. “Tell me, love.”
“Don’t go slow.” His voice broke on the last word, the delicious crack shooting straight to my cock. Moisture slicked us both, and he worked his shaft harder against mine. “Give me more.”
“This?” I asked, pushing another finger into his heat. He clenched harder, and our mingled groans vibrated our chests.
I rocked my hips against his, my balls swollen and aching. Pulling my fingers from his cleft, I spit into my hand. I used my other to pull his cheek wide, and I held his heated gaze as I worked my saliva around his opening.
“Need to get you ready for me,” I told him, waiting for the muscle to relax before I pushed back inside. “Nice and open, aye?”
“Aye,” he echoed, pleading in his soft brown eyes. His breath stuttered as I fingered him, then stuttered again when I withdrew and rubbed big, firm circles around his rim, teasing and stroking until the muscle quivered against my skin.
“Such a hungry little hole,” I said, easing three fingers inside. I pumped them slowly, the soft, wet smack of my saliva in his asshole so very filthy. So I did it more, thrusting deep and using my grip inside him to yank his hips hard against mine.
He dropped his head back, his lips parting on a sexy, breathless moan.
