“You didn’t answer me,” I say. “You hungry?”
“Yes, but I’m going to murder you in your sleep if you stop right now,” he mutters.
I glance at the clock. Only nine. We have an hour before breakfast ends. I can probably make it in that time. Otherwise, I’ll just order us a snack, and we’ll fill up on lunch before we head out.
“I have no intention of stopping. I’m going to own your ass, Caulder.”
He snorts but his hips begin to rock on me. I lazily lick at his cock. Then his balls.
I start to press in a third finger and Caulder tenses. Even when I suck his dick. I pull my fingers back out slowly.
“Lo—” he protests.
I kiss his thigh. “Hold on. Don’t move. Just getting some lube.”
He nods and I slide off the bed to find my bag. The tube is right where I left it, thankfully, and I return to between his legs. I push lube into him with two fingers before I make sure the third is well coated and pick up where I left off.
As much as I’d love to stare at his hole stretched for me, I raise my eyes to his. Caulder’s eyebrows are knit together. His lips parted. His chest heaving.
“Okay? Does it hurt?”
He nods and then shakes his head. I realize I’m asking him two different questions so I move up his body until I can reach my hand around the back of his neck. I twist him and bend him like a pretzel, still keeping his body open to me, but bringing his face to mine so I can kiss him.
“This okay?”
Caulder nods. “Yeah.”
“You don’t let anyone do this to you, do you?”
He shakes his head.
I nearly ask why, but I decide I don’t want that answer right now. Instead, I focus on stretching his body. Sex is going to have to wait until tonight, I think. I’m just going to make him feel good right now. Show him what something in his ass can feel like.
“Suck me,” he murmurs.
I lick his lips. “No. I want you to feel this. Not get distracted by your dick.”
Caulder growls at me. He fucking growls. I cover his mouth with mine so I can swallow any more sexy sounds he makes. His body rocks against my fingers and I smile into him. I drive my fingers deeper, shoving inside him until he grunts. But this man finds the pleasure in it as he bucks his hips against mine.
Breaking our mouths apart, I ask, “Feel good?”
His face is screwed up as he drives his ass down on me. He nods. “Make me come again, Lo.”
The tone in his voice is almost desperate. Pleading.
“God, please.”
Pressing my forehead to his, I listen to his breathing. The sounds he makes. How he whimpers and whines and gasps. Ifuck my fingers into him, brushing his prostate with every pass. He’s going to like my dick. I can already tell.
“Please,” he whines. Almost sobs. “Fuck, Lo. I need?—”
I know what he needs. He needs a little help. After placing a quick kiss on his lips, I drop back down and swallow his dick into my mouth. His hands immediately tangle in my hair, his body arching as I suck him down, suck him hard. I look up just as his head curls back and he shoves his hips up and then down on my fingers.
I love that he’s unsure which he wants more. My fingers in his ass or his cock down my throat. Because it’s so fucking hot to see him this way, I give him both. Shoving his hips down, curling my fingers tight, I bury my nose in his pelvis and suck him as hard as I can.
He bursts with a strangled cry. His body spasms as he comes. As soon as he finishes, I straddle him, rubbing his still hard dick against my crack and jerk myself over him as his cum drips down my chin.
Caulder’s mouth hangs open as he stares at me. I reach behind me, holding his dick to my crack so I can rub his slick dick along my hole.
