I watched, breaths catching in my throat as Ronan pressed soft, wet kisses down over my collar bones, my chest, my stomach… I knew exactly what he was going to do and my cock jerked with excitement. It had been a long,longtime since I’d been so excited about a wee blowie. When Ronan sucked me into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip, my head fell back against the bed with a moan.
“That’s it…”I hissed through clenched teeth, rocking my hips in time with Ronan’s bobbing up and down. I risked a quick glance at him, not in the least surprised when our eyes met. I groaned, laughing breathlessly.
“Feckin’ hell, ya’d look even better wi’ me cock in ya mouth, like. Ya got a face made f’it. Jaysus…”
Ronan simply hummed in response, taking me deeper into his throat. There was no doubt in my mind he’d done this before and just the thought of him sucking off other fellas sparked an unfamiliar fury to life inside me. This was mine.Hewas mine. I grabbed a fistful of his hair where it was long enough to, thrusting up into his mouth.
I had to be cautious. This was too good, and I risked spoiling my night if I edged too close to coming, but it was tough to rein myself in. Fucking Ronan’s face whilst he vocalised how much he was enjoying me doing so was a dangerous combination.
“Ease up, now,” I eventually grunted. “Or I’d be no good t’ ya later.”
That seemed to be a good enough reason for Ronan, and he didn’t argue with me, letting me drag him back up my body. I didn’t even falter this time, kissing him passionately. I could taste myself on his tongue, salty and a little bitter, and it drove me crazy.
“Y’alright wi’ me fuckin’ ya again, like?” I murmured between kisses. “Y’were so feckin’ perfect last time.”
Ronan nodded with a moan. I rolled him over onto his back and sat up, quickly dragging the rest of my jeans off and then my underwear whilst Ronan did the same.
When he flopped back, hard cock jutting up, the tip wet with precum, I was powerless not to take him into my mouth. Ronan treated me to a soft moan that made all my hairs stand on end and I pushed his thighs apart. He let me, spreading them wide enough to allow me room to lay between them.
“You’resofeckin’ good at that,” Ronan gasped, brows furrowing. He reached back over his head to grab a handful of the bedding, and I eyed his impressive torso greedily, enjoying the way the muscles bunched and flexed.
I steadied the base of his cock with a hand, using the thumb to tease his hole, enjoying the way he throbbed in my mouth every time I rubbed against it. I wasn’t against taking my turn on the bottom, far from it, but it gave me a thrill having Ronan willingly submit himself to me. It was clear he enjoyed taking a dick and I would always be ecstatic to give him one.
As my patience waned, I halted my sucking and despite Ronan’s protesting, pushed up onto my knees. I stretched over, yanking open a drawer that was built into the wall of the caravan beside the bed, snatching a johnny and a tube of lube.
Ronan was watching me, dark eyes glazed and his lower lip between his teeth. Whilst I squirted a generous glob of lube into my hand, he began lazily stroking his length. I took a moment to simply sit and watch him, my heart pounding so hard I could hear blood rushing through my ears.
“Y’feckin’ gorgeous, y’know that?” I murmured. “I can’t even get over it, like. Y’belong on a wee centrefold poster. Y’drivin’ me feckin’ crazy.”
At that, Ronan laughed, fisting his cock a little faster. “I’d not be knowin’ ‘bout that, like, but I’ll take it.”
“C’mere…” I muscled my way back between his thighs. “Keep strokin’ yourself, I’ll handle gettin’ ya prepped.”
He spread his legs wider still and I pushed them back towards his chest, exposing his puckered entrance. Despite having already lubed up my hand, I couldn’t hold myself back from burying my face between his arse cheeks. I tongued his hole, the ragged groan I earnt making my stomach flip over.
“F-feck,”Ronan spluttered, bringing his free hand down to hold his leg back out of my way, the other still running up and down his length. “That’s too good, like.”
I moaned against him, my tongue teasing and exploring the sensitive flesh for a moment or two longer before backing off and replacing my tongue with a finger. My digit sank inside him, and I thrust it back and forth using long, deep strokes the way I’d already figured out he liked.
Just as the last time I’d fucked him, Ronan proved to be a responsive, vocal partner. Soft, desperate moans came with every push of my finger inside him, and I couldn’t resist a self-satisfied grin.
“Jaysus, I feckin’ love the noises ya make,” I growled. “Y’like a wee bitch, aye? Moanin’ an’ groanin’.”
“Feck off!” Ronan just about managed to splutter.
“No’ complainin’ like. It’s hot as feck. Y’ready f’more or y’wantin’ more time, now?”
Ronan didn’t respond and when I glanced up, I realised why. I’d been so preoccupied with fingering him, I’d not noticed just how close he was. His cock was rock-solid, pulsing and desperate to go off. The tip was soaked, precum beading along the slit. In a rush, I pulled my finger free, snatching Ronan’s hand and yanking it away from his cock.
“Don’t ya dare feckin’ come yet, y’hear me?” I snarled at him. “Y’sit on y’hands until I say, now.”
Ronan scowled, but did as he was told, lifting his hips and hiding both his hands beneath his arse. Without taking my eyes off him, I hurriedly fumbled around for the johnny I’d grabbed. As soon as I found it, I ripped it open with myteeth and rolled it down my length. Next was the lube and whilst I fiddled with it, a frustrated grunt drew my attention.
“F’feck’s sake, c’mon,” Ronan muttered. “I’m feckin’ dyin’ here.”
“A’right, have a wee bit o’ patience, like, y’needy slut,” I teased, slathering on the lube. Ronan didn’t even have the presence of mind to be offended, his eyes fixed on my cock as I shuffled in on my knees. Ronan squirmed, getting comfortable and when I pressed the head of my cock, slick with lubricant, against his hole, he arched up a little.
“Y’want it?” I said, my voice low as I held myself off, just on the very brink of penetration.
