I feel his body shudder as he scrambles over me, stripping himself as he does. It’s awkward and cute and fucking hot when he straddles my head with his pretty dick in my face. I reach for it, wrapping my hand around him to stroke his length.
He has good girth. Not too fat. Long. So damn hard.
“Fuck my throat, hot stuff.”
“Can I take your shorts off?” he asks.
I nod. “Do whatever you want. I’m down for anything.”
Anything but talking. I bring his cock back to my lips. We wiggle and adjust until we’re both in the right position, at the right angle for his cock to slide down my throat.
I love deep throating. I’m a fucking whore for it. There’s little that gets me off more than this.
Dana’s hands plant on either side of my hips as he slowly works his dick down my throat. I moan around him, earning myself a gasp from him. As it did while we were kissing, his confidence blossoms. He slowly fucks my throat, moaning quietly as he does. A steady rhythm of his hips. He pauses every handful of thrusts to let me have a breath.
My legs fall apart when his mouth comes down on my balls. I moan around his dick. There’s a wet, slick feeling that drips down along my taint to my hole, and his finger toys with me. There’s a little bit of pressure. A little more.
More spit. His finger breaches me. I try to suck on his dick, matching the intensity that he sucks on my balls. His balls, all full and bouncing, hit against my face over and over. It’s so damn hot. So fucking erotic.
Dana adds more fingers. Stretching me wider and wider. When’s the last time I’ve felt so turned on? When’s the last time my orgasm felt so fucking hot?
He pulls back from my balls and takes the first inch or so of my cock into his mouth. At the same time he curls his fingers in my ass, he sucks like it’s the sole use of a mouth. My hips buck wildly as he pulls my orgasm to him.
I cry out around his cock. He grunts, holding his dick deep in my throat. It pulses as he shoots his load inside me. This time, he’s not thrusting. He holds still as he empties. The lack of oxygen makes my head spin. Makes my orgasm feel more intense. More consuming.
Fuck, I don’t want it to end.
CHAPTER 8
DANA
I sleep for what feels like a long time, though not uninterrupted. I don’t think Peyton is comfortable. He moves around a lot. Every time he moves, I wake up. Not fully. As soon as he settles again, I fall right back asleep.
My dreams mix with reality. I can still taste his cum in my mouth. I’ve had dreams where I wake and believe I do as well. They felt so real.
But they weren’t. I’d wake alone in my room with nothing but morning breath on my tongue.
This is different. The lingering tones in my mouth are Peyton’s orgasm. The hot body against me, touching me, sometimes wrapped around me, is Peyton Brady. This is real. It’s happening in real life.
My dreams don’t stop being sexy, though. I can still feel his hands on my ass, pulling our cocks together. Then I feel him behind me, rubbing his dick through my ass crack, his cockhead grazing my sensitive hole. What makes me moan is his ass against my cock, though.
This is what wakes me. I wake up breathing heavily. Peyton’s hips rock against me, rubbing tantalizingly against my hard dick.
“Are you awake or teasing me in your sleep?” I murmur, voice slurred with sleep.
“Both,” he says. “Touch me.”
I drop my hand to his ass and rub his hole. He makes the most beautiful whining sound. It’s filled with need and lust, filling me with fire and want.
It takes me several trips between his hole and my mouth to get him wet enough for me to finger again. I press in deep, loving the way he gasps loudly. Loving the way his hips buck back against me.
He rolls onto his stomach, and I follow, digging in deeper.
Peyton makes another whining sound, this one filled with frustration. “More,” he says. “Please.”
“I have a condom,” I tell him. “If you want?—”
“Fuck yes, I want. Get your condom and fuck me.”
