“Off,” I said and pulled the sweat shirt over his head.
“Bossy, aren’t you?” Presley didn’t hesitate, but his fingers moved too slowly for me, so I brushed them aside with my own purposeful ones.
“You have no idea.” I pulled down the zipper of his jeans and tugged them past his hips. He kicked off his sneakers, stepped out of the pants, and peeled off his socks. He stood waiting, breathing heavily. Again, I was drawn to those tattoos, the dark lines so fucking sexy against his pale skin. I ran my mouth over him, my tongue tracing each line while he held on to me, his thick cock resting heavy against my stomach.
“I want to see you too,” he whispered.
“You will.”
Presley surprised me with strong, sure fingers at my waist, and he had me unzipped and a hand thrust down into my briefs before I could take a breath.
And then I couldn’t when he ran his hand up and down the rigid shaft of my cock.
“Fuck.” I flung my head back, enjoying the strength of his grip and the way he seemed to know exactly where to press and hold me.
“You like that?” His warm lips moved against mine.
“I like you.”
I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes, and with both of us naked, I tugged him down with me onto the bed. His flushed, beautiful cock stood up, and I kneeled between his legs. Without preamble, I took him into my mouth.
“Ohhh.” His fingers curled by his sides.
The salty-sharp taste of him filled my mouth, and I might’ve growled as I sucked him down. I was more turned-on than I could ever remember. I pushed a finger inside my mouth while my tongue fluttered over his soft crown.
“God, Nate,” he cried out, but I didn’t break my concentration. I slid my now-wet finger inside him, breaching his tight hole, sinking it deep. He bucked his hips, shoving his thick cock farther down my throat.
I loved it.
With my finger pumping in and out of his ass and my mouth on his cock, I had Presley in my control. The sexy little whimpers coming from his mouth spurred me on, and I licked around his shaft, then engulfed him again, my mouth stretching around him. All the while, I slipped my finger in and out of him, loving the hot, tight clutch of his ass trying to hold me in.
His movements grew more frantic and I drew my lips slowly up and off him, leaving him glistening and sticking straight up in the air.
“Ungh,no, what the hell.” He moaned and slapped the bed.
“Shh,” I murmured, and straddled him so our shafts brushed once before I took us both in hand and began to jerk us off.
“Oh God, oh God.” Eyes screwed tightly shut, Presley writhed and twisted underneath me, but I held on. His skin grew taut and impossibly hotter in my grip. With a full-body shiver he came, spilling streams of come between my fingers. I followed only seconds behind to collapse on top of him, the pounding of my heart throbbing in my head.
“Jesus,” I murmured into Presley’s neck, struggling to catch my breath.
“Yeah. I might’ve seen Heaven.”
“Mmmhmm.” I kissed his neck, and he twitched against me.
“Wow…that…you were amazing.”
Our hearts settled to a normal rhythm, and I rolled off Presley. “We should shower.”
“Uh-huh.”
“But that would require moving,” I added.
“Also true.”
“I don’t want to do that yet.”
“Then don’t. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Presley smiled. “Except me. I like what you do to me.”
