“Yeah,” he agrees in a low, gruff voice, sliding his hands underneath me to cup my ass.
I instinctively wrap my arms and legs around him, just in time for him to lift me off the couch. I let out a muffled laugh around his tongue that turns into a moan when he digs his fingers a little harder into my ass cheeks.
“I think you’re back to trying to impress me.” I nip playfully at his bottom lip. “Left door,” I add when he reaches the short hallway that leads to both mine and Juno’s bedrooms.
“Yeah, Rocky, I’m sure as hell going to try to impress you between the sheets.” Butch nudges my door open with his foot and carries me inside.
“I guess that’s acceptable.” I chuckle and kiss him again, the laughter quickly turning into another muffled moan.
I’ve never felt more desperate in my life, like I might actually die if we’re not both naked soon. And from the way he kisses me back, I think the feeling is mutual. I’m expecting him to toss me onto the bed, but instead he climbs on himself and lowers me carefully, not letting go until my back hits the mattress.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me.” I tug his bottom lip roughly between my teeth to prove my point before I grab his shirt and start tugging it off. “Throw me around, wrestle me. I’ll never actually win, obviously, but I don’t think that’s really the point, right?” I toss his shirt aside and run my tongue along the seam of his lips.
“I wasn’t being gentle with you, Rocky. I just didn’t want to break your bed. But if you want to fight me a little bit just for the fun of it, I’m down.” He winks at me, a playful smirk on his face as he pulls my shirt over my head.
“What I want…” I swallow hard, putting my hand on his chest so I can feel the thundering beat of his heart, then slowly running my fingertips over the swell of his pecs, along the dips and crevices of his abs, all the way to the button on his jeans. “Is for you to fuck me.”
His cock strains against the confines of his jeans, and another teasing smile tugs at his lips.
“You think I’m the kind of guy who fucks on a first date?”
I snort and fumble with his button, my hands trembling with a combination of anticipation and impatience… and maybe just a little bit of nerves. Not like the last time though. I’m not worried anymore that my small dick will be a turn off or that his hands on me will bring back all those memories of the “not quiteright” feelings I used to have in my body. It’s just the normal nerves about whether it will hurt and what this all means to him.
“I kind of figured you were, yeah,” I tease back, licking along the curve of his pec and finally getting his button free before going straight for his zipper next.
We fall into another tongue-heavy kiss as we fumble and grope to finish undressing each other. As soon as his cock is fully free, it drags against my thigh, hot and silky, leaving a sticky streak of precum in the hair there. As impatient as we both were to get naked, our kisses and touches turn exploratory now that we are.
“Fuck, you are looking hot as hell, Rocky.” Butch licks his way along my belly. “I think I see the start of some abs here.”
He sucks on a spot just below my belly button and I gasp, canting my hips into the warm suction of his mouth, even if it’s not exactly where I’d like it. My cock twitches and he kisses lower, nudging my legs apart as he makes his way down my body.
“You don’t have to flatter me, Butch. I’m a sure thing.” I let out a rasping laugh, reaching down to run my hands over his insanely broad shoulders as he peppers a few more teasing kisses along my lower stomach.
“Just calling it like I see it.” He moves his hands down to my thighs and digs his fingers in a little. “You’re sexy, Rocky, with these firm, slender thighs that fit so nicely on my shoulders when I suck you off, your sensitive cock that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all week…” He slides his hands underneath me to cup my ass cheeks. “This tight ass that’s just begging for my tongue.”
My breath hitches and my insides flutter and clench.
“Yeah,” I gasp. “Lick me and then fuck me. I want it to be you.”
He groans and kisses the crook of my thigh, then buries his nose there, right against my balls.
“Have you done this before?” he asks, no doubt picking up on the implication in my words. His hot breath against my balls makes everything tighten and ache, making thoughts hard and words even harder.
Technically I’ve had penetrative sex before, but not like this, not with all the right parts, not in the right way. I’m a virgin in the most important ways, and I can’t think of anyone better than Butch to be my first.
“Kind of, but not really,” I pant, threading my fingers in his hair and tilting my hips, hoping he’ll get the hint.
He grunts in response and then does exactly what I was hoping he would do. He hitches my legs up onto his shoulders and spreads my ass cheeks with his big, firm hands. I gasp and instinctively clench, but he doesn’t give me more than a second to overthink it before his hot, wet tongue drags over the rim of my hole. A burst of molten electricity jolts through me. I feel that lick all the way through to the tip of my cock, and my insides instantly start to ache with an emptiness that wasn’t there before.
Butch makes a deep, satisfied sound and licks me again, hungrier this time, needier, like he’s just discovered his new favorite food and is ready to devour the whole thing. His fingers bite into my ass cheeks hard enough to bruise, and he lifts me a little higher, so only my shoulders are on the bed. He makes filthy, wet sounds with every lick, and I’m helpless to do anything other than moan and claw at the sheets.
His tongue slips past the tight ring of muscles to wiggle inside, and my cock jerks so hard I actually wonder if I could come just from being eaten out like this.
“Butch,” I whine, my toes curling against his back as he lifts me a little bit higher and tongues me deeper, every growl andgrunt vibrating against my hole, his saliva dripping down my crease in a way that should be unpleasant but instead is making me fucking wild for him.
“Lube?” he grunts, circling the pad of his thumb around the rim of my spit-slicked hole.
I make a strangled sound and gesture towards my nightstand.
