My hands squeeze his hips tenderly, and his lashes flutter as he pushes his finger into my mouth.
My lips surround it, pulling it against my tongue and hollowing out my cheeks.
I can see the way he wants it; his dick in my mouth again.
I’ll do it. I’ll get on my motherfucking knees for him if that’s what he wants.
A second finger pushes into my mouth, and I lick at it, making his hips buck forward and his breathing grow labored.
My eyes meet his, and I see the black of his pupils.
I know what he wants.
My fingers slide to the front of his pants, and I gently unzip them, pulling his cock out and stroking it. His chin meets his chest as he watches.
I bite down on his fingers, and he gasps, pulling them out and staring at me as I continue to toy with him.
“Take what you want,” I rasp.
“We’re getting sidetracked.”
“Fuck the track, I like being sideways.”
He moans and then shifts up slightly. My hands tug his pants off, leaving him completely bare.
I don’t care who comes in here and sees this. Let them see. They can witness Ansel’s possession of me, and how good I make him feel.
Let the whole fucking world see it. I have nothing to hide.
My hands cup his ass as he stands on the couch, his knees hitting the cushions behind me, his cock sliding into my mouth.
I groan as he hits the back of my throat, holding him there for a second before letting him pull out. His hand is in my hair, the other holding on to the back of the couch for purchase. And I just let him take what he needs, fucking in and out of my mouth while I drool and spit, gagging on his length and groaning with each forward thrust. Love how rough he is with me, the pain in my throat sliding straight to my cock.
My hands are busy as well, one stroking my cock through my pants, the other sliding up and down his crack, finding his hole and pressing against it. Just a tease, a promise, but he loves it.
I can’t fucking wait to sink inside him. To hear him moan as he comes apart on my cock. I bet he’ll make the most beautiful sounds. Just like he is now.
He fucks my mouth harder, and I feel myself teetering on the edge.
“Oh god, Cade. Oh my god.” His legs start to tremble, and I holdon to his ass, one of my fingers pressed partway into his hole as he releases into my mouth.
It’s all I need to come. The taste of him. My obsession.
When he finally pulls out and sags onto my lap, I hold him tightly, stroking his bare skin as he comes down from the high of it.
“You made a mess,” he says, and I let out a small laugh as he tries to wipe his cum off my chin.
“Leave it. I like you on me.”
He groans in embarrassment but makes no move to leave, just continues to let me hold him.
Warmth bubbles up in my chest. This makes me happier than I thought possible. I pull him a little closer as fear creeps in.
Fear that someone, or something, might take him from me.
I won’t let it. I can’t.
Ansel nuzzles my chest sleepily. “I should regret that you weren’t my target, but I don’t.”
