“Well, we can’t have that,” he chuckles, pressing his lips against mine. “I need you alive to build us that dream house.” His tongue dips out, and he sweeps it along my bottom lip, teasing my mouth open, his teeth grazing my skin.
I laugh. “Oh, I see how it is. You’re just in it for the dream house, huh?”
“Of course. What did you think? The house and this,” he breathes, cupping my dick, squeezing it.
“Please, Den.” I fuck into his hold, my balls heavy, my ass dying to be filled by him, to feel him move inside me. I want to know what he feels when I fuck him. I want to experience it and give myself to him like that. Ineedit.
He flips me over, grinning at me. “Never took you for a needy bottom, Mike Tanner. But I’d be lying if I said I’m not dying to get inside that tight hole of yours.”
“Fuck, baby!” My hips lift from the bed as I grind up into him.
He waggles his brows suggestively. Nurse Sally was right. Dennis is fuckingTroublewith a capitalT, but I love it. “Aren’t you glad we got tested? Now I can fill that ass of yours, and you’ll still be leaking cum when you meet Aaron for a drink later.” His words almost make me come on the spot, my head spinning, as I imagine Dennis coming inside me, fucking his cum into me, filling me up.
“Fuck, I want that!” I blurt out—like the needy bottom I apparently am. “I want that so fucking bad.”
He frowns at me. “Did you…? I mean, do you need to use the shower?”
I think I blush all the way from the tips of my toes to my hair roots. I mean, if hair can blush. It probably can’t, but it sure feels like it. Then five words I never in a million years thought I’d speak, leave my mouth, “No, I douched this morning.”Fuck.
He laughs, his chest vibrating. “You ‘Douched for Dennis.’ Fuck, babe, that should be a movie.”
I groan at how ridiculous he is, shaking my head. “I guess I did.”
“Then strip, babe.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. We both pull off our clothes, laughing as we discard them somewhere on the floor. When we’re both naked, our bodies shaking with anticipation, Dennis leans up and licks across my chest, humming against my skin. He alternates kisses with little bites, and it’s the most intense feeling ever, this pleasure-pain dancing across my skin. He pauses to spit into his hand, then wraps it around my cock and starts stroking me before burying his face back in my chest hair. The noises he makes should be illegal. They’re borderline obscene, theslurps and groans that spill from his lips, as he circles my nipples with his tongue, then sucks them into his mouth, tugging at them with his teeth.
“Oh, shit.” I thrust into his hand, precum mixed with Dennis’ spit, making the glide easier. My body burns for him, this overload of emotions running through me. Lust. Gratitude. Love. So much fucking love. “Baby, baby, baby,” I chant as I slide in and out of his tight grip. He licks along my pec, nuzzling his nose into my armpit, burying his entire face in it. The sounds he elicits are animal-like, possessive. His other hand slides along my hip, toward my ass, where he grabs it, digging his fingers into the fleshy part.
“Can’t wait to tap this ass.” His breath tickles my sensitive armpit, and I shiver, the idea of Dennis owning me like that so fucking sexy. “You like that, huh? The idea of me splitting you right open, Mike?” His voice is muffled against my skin as his fingers dip into my crease and trail toward my hole. “Right here, huh, baby? You want me right here?” He prods at my pucker, and I think I scream against his neck.
“I fucking want it. Please, Den.” I protest when his finger disappears and sigh with relief when it comes back, wet and coated in his spit.
“Relax for me, babe.” He circles my hole, teasing it open with his touch. His face is now back against my chest, and he bites my nipple at the same moment as he slides his finger inside me. I thrust harder into his fist, fucking into him, as he works me open, adding a second finger when he feels me relax around him.
“Fuck, you feel good, babe. Can’t wait for that hole to swallow my cock. It’s gonna feel so hot and tight, isn’t it?” I grunt against him, clenching around his fingers. “Isn’t it?” he repeats, biting harder around my nipple.
“Ahhh. Yes. It will. It will, Den. Now. I need you now.” I’m a rambling, shaking mess as I move on top of him.
“Not yet,” he grits, and I nearly lose my mind. What the fuck does he mean, ‘not yet?’ I’m fucking dying here. He pushes deeper inside me, twisting and scissoring his fingers. When he curls them, he hits something that sends me flying high, fire shooting up my spine.
“What the fuck was that?!” I shout. I think he broke something in my ass because it feels like I’m going to pass out.
He laughs against my chest. “Say hello to your prostate, babe.” He taps it again and again, his touch almost too much and yet not enough.
“Oh my fucking God. Oh my God, Den. Shit. That’s… That’s…”
I can feel his smile against my skin. “Can’t believe I’m the first and only one who gets to fuck this hole.” He eases his fingers from my ass, and I feel like crying, the emptiness almost unbearable. Then he flips me over onto my stomach. I turn my head, taking him in over my shoulder. He’s grinning above me, his lips puffy and bruised from kissing. His bangs fall into his eyes, a few sweaty strands clinging to his forehead. “I love you, Mike. I’ll take such good care of you.” There’s an ambiguity to his words, and I think we both realize it at the same time, because his gaze grows tender, and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. I nod, swallowing around the lump in my throat. I want that. To be taken care of. I think I need it.
He sits back on his haunches, and I pull the pillow toward me, resting my head on it. His warm hands rest on my hips. “Lift your ass, babe.” I push up on my knees, my thighs shaking, but he’s right there, stroking my back up and down, as he leans over me and alternates featherlight kisses between my ass cheeks. “I can smell how much you want me, Mike. It’s such a fucking turn-on. You’re dying for it, aren’t you?” I nod furiously into the pillow, my cock leaking, the precum dripping onto the sheets.
“I am. Please. I need you inside me.”
“I know, babe, but I’ve gotta get you good and ready first. Fuck, I’m gonna make this so good for you.”
I groan, fisting the pillow tighter. “Ugh. I’m fucking ready no—” the most pitiful, needy sound ever leaves my throat as something wet and soft glides along my crease, then circles my hole. “Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. Is that your…? Is that?” I push my hips toward him, my hole clenching. Then something pointed dips into my hole, prodding it open. “Den, please,” I whimper. I fucking whimper, but the image of his tongue in my ass, because there’s no doubt that this is his tongue, is so goddamn obscene and hot. I reach for my cock and start stroking it slowly as Dennis’ tongue dips in and out of my hole in short, torturous stabs.
“Shit, you taste like fucking heaven.” He feeds me his tongue and his delicious words as an unparalleled heat builds inside me, threatening to burst my chest wide open. “I can’t get enough of your ass.”
