I could’ve kissed him forever.
But his hands had other plans, trailing down my stomach before one wedged itself into the front of my pants.
My cock, already hard, throbbed in his palm.
“Somebody’s happy to see me,” he crooned.
I tried to speak, but his mouth consumed mine once more.
The top button of my jeans popped free.
I heard the zipper.
Strong hands slid inside my underwear again, taking both my jeans and inner layer down at the same time.
Then Jeremiah was on his knees, helping me step out, while his tongue roamed across the tip of my head.
“Jer, fuck, that feels so good.” I shivered again.
His hand gripped my shaft, pulling me taut, as his tongue traveled down my shaft until he reached my balls. He opened wide and took one in.
Pain shot up my abdomen.
Pleasure followed close behind.
He licked, swirling and sucking, drawing blood from every corner of my body, filling my balls and hardening my erection even more.
I grabbed his hair and pulled at it. I wanted him. Wanted to be one with him. Wanted to feel him inside me.
God, I wanted everything.
His head rose, eyes gleaming, as he licked my head again. “I think he likes me.”
“You have no idea,” was all I could manage.
He cupped my balls again, but this time, without warning, one of his fingers snuck past to flick the outer edges of my hole.
I groaned.
He pressed.
My body trembled.
His finger vanished. I heard him spit. Then it was back, stroking and teasing and—
“Oh!”
He made it to the first joint of his finger before he stilled.
“This okay?”
I pulled his hand. “Fucking yes. I want you inside me, Jeremiah. Please.”
He wiggled his finger.
I almost cried out.
His mouth found my cock again as his finger slipped deeper, to the knuckle.
