“Make me feel good. Worship every inch of me and make me feel like I’m a god.”
That’s not going to be hard. Idoworship every inch of him. He’s so damn sexy. I crawl over to him, and he spreads his legs so I crawl between them. I’ve only truly touched him once. The day he came over and we laid some ground rules and expectations.
That was nine days ago. I’m hungry for this man.
His dick is hard and waiting for me, so I wrap my hands around it. It’s so damn hard. If I could detach it from his body, I think I could use it as a mallet. I lick around his piercing then drag my tongue down the length of his shaft so I can reach his balls.
They’re nice and big, round, full, and also feel a little hard. I take his left testicle into my mouth, popping it in with an audible sound. Dasan groans, his body shifting beneath me. I suck on him gently and listen to the way he sighs.
I release his dick with one hand and touch his thick leg. The tendons of muscle dance under my fingers, flexing and relaxing. He has such sexy legs. Hairy and strong. I rub my hand over them, squeeze his dick rhythmically with my other hand, and gently suck on his left nut.
He continues to undulate beneath me, which I take as a sign that he enjoys what I’m doing. I trade sides and give his right nut some mouth action too. This leg is just as strong. After a while, I kiss up his dick again then move along his toned stomach, dipping my tongue into his navel and flicking the end of the barbell there.
Dasan sighs. “So good at this,” he murmurs. His fingers touch my hair tenderly, in no way giving me the impression that he wants me to go one way or another. So I follow his body up until I get to his nipples and lick them a few times. His moan is soft when I suck softly there too.
I love those little sounds. They’re so damn sexy. All the sounds he makes are sexy. Everything about him is sexy.
It isn’t until a few minutes later that I realize Dasan is beginning to relax under me. I hadn’t noticed he was feeling tense until his muscles began to loosen under my touch. I make a mental note that “worship my body” might be a code that he’s feeling tense and in need of some relief.
Now that I’ve been touching his body, I don’t want to stop. And now that I understand what he needs, I continue with a little more purpose as I work on his muscles while keeping my touch sensual—not fully sexual but sexy.
I can do this all night. Maybe he’ll just have to save the cock sleeve for another time. Tasting him is the best feeling, and I want to keep tasting him until he comes. We’re not in a hurry though. Not at all. I’m not sure I have the skill, but maybe I can slowly stoke his orgasm until it sneaks up.
Then I’m going to clean him up with my tongue.
With a goal in mind, I explore his entire body as he moans and strokes my hair and face, always watching me with such warmth in his eyes.
CHAPTER 11
DASAN
Since Feltonand Ren got together, our two friendship groups have hung out a lot more. Our team isn’t necessarily clique-y, but everyone has people they tend to hang out with more than others. For me, that’s Felton and Willits. Ren, Denny, and Zenia are good friends and have been for as long as I’ve been with the Avalanche. Our two groups still hang out separately, but there are times when we’re six instead of sets of three, too.
Like today at the team gym. Working out goes by much quicker when you’re with your buddies and have someone to talk to. The six of us are moving around a few sets of machines, making a circuit as we chat.
“Ty walking yet?” Zenia asks.
I glance up in time to see Denny shake his head. “Soon.”
“You manage to convince him to crawl?”
Denny snorts. “Nope.” He looks up at me and Willits. “He sits on his ass and scoots around. It’s hilarious. Whenever we try to show him how to crawl, he looks at us like we’re insane.”
I grin. “That’s funny.”
He nods. “It really is.”
“Okay, I need to ask, and I’ve been sooo good not asking,” Willits says. I shake my head as everyone looks at him. “Are you with the baby mama’s brother or not?”
Denny takes a breath and closes his eyes. “Yeah,” he says quietly.
I frown.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look happy about it,” Willits says.
Denny chuckles. “No, no. I am. It’s just… I feel… guilty.”
“Why?” I ask.
