But he doesn’t. He rubs my cock with his cum as if it’s lotion. His gaze is transfixed. Hypnotized by it. When he finds the last puddle in my navel, he wipes it across my slit. Rubs it in. As if he’s trying to fill my dick with his release.
Fucking Christ, why is that hot?
“Caulder,” I groan. “Get me off.”
He grunts, but continues to try and force his cum into my slit. All he’s doing is making me drip, though. Which is counterproductive to what he’s trying to do.
“You can fill me with your cum later. I need to get off.”
I’m surprised when his hand wraps around my dick and he starts jerking me for real. My body jolts. I’m already so close that it takes no time at all for my cum to join his. He smiles up at me, looking along the plane of my body with a pleased grin.
Fuck. This man.
Before I actually have the breath to do so, I jerk myself free of him and roll us. Caulder laughs. He’s more awake now, which is almost a pity. I love when we’re both drugged with sleep. Though being wide awake is hot too.
Hell, just being with him in any way is hot.
I spend the next several minutes rubbing my cum into his body just as he did mine. But I’m more methodical. I cover himlike sunscreen until I run out. Then I drop between his legs, resting my head on his thigh and staring at his half hard cock.
Caulder brings his hands under his head and relaxes under me, his legs spread for me to get comfortable between them. Since he’s wide open for me, I lick my finger, making sure it’s nice and wet, before bringing it to his hole.
With a smirk, I watch his face as I press it in. He’s watching me too, a sensual little smile on his perfect lips. I breach his hole and press in deep. His smile climbs a bit.
“You like that, huh?” he asks. “Putting your finger inside me.”
“Fingers,” I correct. “You’re getting another in a second.”
He huffs.
Shifting, I bring his dick to my face and lick him lazily. “You hungry?”
“As fun as swallowing your load is, I’m not sure that’s filling enough,” he answers. “Besides, I think you’d rather paint me with it.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t get off to it as much as I do.”
Caulder laughs quietly. “Oh, I do. I’m a little disturbed by how much I like it.”
I’m not trying to get him off with my finger in his hole. Just fingering him. Stretching him. Getting this ass ready for my dick. It’s such a tight hole. So tight.
“It’s hot,” I agree. “A primitive and disgusting show of possession. We’re going to smell like each other for days.”
He chuckles.
I lick his cock for a minute before dropping my mouth to his hole and getting him wet so I can work another finger in. I watch his face as I do. Caulder stares back, his lower lip between his teeth. Bringing his cockhead to my mouth, I gently suck on it, flicking his slit with my tongue, to distract him from the new burn.
“You prefer to top?” I ask.
He grunts in acknowledgement.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Caulder shakes his head.
I grin. “Gonna let me fuck this pretty ass?”
He shivers, moaning quietly as his hole contracts around my fingers. I have them both inside now, but I’m not in a hurry. We have all morning. We don’t need to be at the arena until after lunch. Then I’m going to convince him to come back to the room with me after the games and celebrate, commiserate, or just fucking fuck because we want to, until we have to get on our planes for the trip home tomorrow.
For now, I’m going to enjoy stretching this sweet hole. Sweet, sweet hole.
