I drag my lips up his damp skin until I’m right next to his ear. “Good boy,” I whisper.
He lets out a whimper, and it’s music to my ears. A song I want on repeat. Now that we have the first one out of the way, I can take my time even more.
“Onto your stomach, little mouse. I need to get at that ass of yours.”
He swallows thickly. “Yes, sir.”
In order to hide my chuckle, I flip him over and give his ass a sexy slap, making it bounce, all but putting me in a trance. An ass trance. Not sure if that’s a thing, but at the moment it’s a thing.
Beckett has the kind of body I could take apart piece by piece before putting him back together again, over and over, day after day. I lean in, kissing a path up his spine until I can whisper in his ear. “I can’t wait to sink into your tight hole.” At the mention of his hole, I spread his cheeks and give it a light tap. “This right here… mine!” I growl. “But first I want to taste you.”
With his ass in my hands, I lean in and drag my tongue over his puckered rim. He lets out another whimper, so I do it again and again, needing to pull those sweet sounds out of him. I workhis hole open as I bury myself between his cheeks, licking and sucking.
My own cock is feeling angry and neglected, but I know what’s coming, so I tamp it down the best I can. His ass in the air makes his dick hang heavy between his thighs. I reach for it, giving it one long pull as I suck one of his balls into my mouth.
“Holy Mother of Mary! Fuck! Two! Two!” he shouts, and I immediately let go of his now raging purple cock.
His chest is heaving as he tries to come back down from his high, but I don’t let him get too comfortable before I’m flipping him onto his back. He lets out a little yelp at the sudden movement.
He doesn’t have time to protest before I take him all the way down again. His cock hits the back of my throat, and my nose presses against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. The salty precum is an explosion on my taste buds. An appetizer to the main course.
Beckett hisses in pleasure as his hips take on a gentle thrust, trying to grasp for some sort of control. But I don’t let him. I hold him down, leaving no choice but to surrender to my mouth. My finger circles his hole, teasing, making him shudder beneath me. I push in, and he goes off like a pop.
“Three!”
I pull off again, and this time I make a little game of it. How fast can I make him shout four? Turns out it doesn’t take long. I take his lips in a frantic and heady kiss, and my hand strokes his shaft, my thumb circling the head with each pass.
“Ahh, fuck. I can’t do it. I need to come. Please let me come. Take me over the edge.”
I feel his cock straining against my touch, and I let go. He lets out a frustrated groan.
“Say it, little mouse.”
“Four,” he finally says with clenched teeth. I almost feel bad for the guy… Naw, never mind.
“I don’t know if I can do it. I need to come. My whole world is spinning.”
“Enough to tell me the secret to your bacon?”
“Never!”
I chuckle.
“But I want you to fuck me, okay? Like slide that big cock up my hole and fuck me into the mattress.”
I growl close to his ear. “Coming right up!”
My cock is so fucking ready to get this show on the road.
With the groan of an old man, I reach over and pull open the drawer to my nightstand, tossing lube and a condom onto the bed.
“What was that?” he says through a huff of laughter. Of course he can’t just pretend he didn’t hear that, not with the blindfold heightening his senses.
I stand up, careful not to make a sound, and walk around to the other side of the bed.
“Where are…” Careful not to disclose my location, I lean in close.
“It’s not nice to tease the one who holds your orgasm, little mouse.”
