He chuckles, a low, sexy sound that sends shivers down my spine. “Patience, love. I’m not done with you yet.”
His hands roam over my chest, teasing my nipples into hard peaks. I arch into his touch, craving more. He leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss and leaving me breathless again.
“Turn over,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I comply eagerly, rolling onto my stomach. Martin’s hands smooth down my back, kneading the muscles. I moan into the pillow as his thumbs dig into a particularly tight spot near my shoulder blades.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck.
His lips trail down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I shiver as he reaches the small of my back, his beard tickling my sensitive skin.
“Lift your hips,” Martin instructs, his voice husky with desire.
I obey, pushing up onto my knees. He grips my ass, spreading me open. I tense in anticipation, my breath catching in my throat.
The first swipe of his tongue against my hole makes me cry out, burying my face in the pillow to muffle the sound. He hums in approval, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me hear you.”
He dives back in, licking and sucking with enthusiasm. I’m a writhing mess beneath him, pushing back against his face, desperate for more. My neglected cock throbs between my legs.
“Martin,” I gasp, “Please, I need-”
He pulls back, leaving me aching and empty. “What do you need, Jesse?” he asks, his voice rough. “Tell me.”
I turn my head, meeting his intense gaze over my shoulder. “You,” I breathe. “I need you inside me. Please.”
“Mmm. And I will be,” he says. “But not until I’m good and ready,” his eyes twinkle with lust and delight, and I groan in frustration, my excitement ratcheting impossibly higher.
I’m trembling with need, my whole body aching for his touch. His words send a shiver down my spine, and I push my hips back, silently begging for more.
“Please,” I whimper, beyond caring how desperate I sound. “I need you so bad.”
He chuckles, a low, sexy sound that makes my cock twitch. “Patience, love. I want to savor every inch of you.”
His hands knead my ass, spreading me open again. His breath is hot against my sensitive skin just before his tongue darts out, circling my hole. I cry out, burying my face in the pillow to muffle the sound.
“None of that,” Martin says, giving my ass a playful smack. “I told you, I want to hear you. Let it out. Let me hear what I do to you.”
He dives back in, his tongue working me open with slow, deliberate strokes. I moan shamelessly, pushing back against his face, desperate for more. My neglected cock throbs between my legs, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets.
“God, Martin, fuck yes. You. Oh, fuck yes.” I’m a babbling mess, with no chance of a coherent sentence slipping out. I’m nothing but a bag of sensations.
He hums in response, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through me. I feel like I’m on fire, every nerve ending alive and sparking with sensation. His beard scratches deliciously against my skin as he works, adding another layer of stimulation that threatens to push me over the edge.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, Martin pulls back. I whine at the loss, feeling empty and desperate.
“Shh,” he soothes, running his hands down my back. “I’ve got you, love.”
I hear the snap of a bottle cap, and then his slick finger is circling my entrance. He pushes in slowly, and I bear down, welcoming the intrusion.
“That’s it,” Martin murmurs, working his finger in and out. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”
He adds a second finger, stretching me carefully. The burn is exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that has me writhing on the sheets. He crooks his fingers, searching, and when he finds my prostate, I see stars.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out, my back arching. “Right there. Please, don’t stop. God don’t stop.”
I’m lost in a haze of pleasure as he works me open. I’m dimly aware that I’m babbling, a stream of incoherent pleas and praises falling from my lips.
