Evan’s mouth closed around the head of my cock at the same time, tongue swirling, lips tight and hot. The combination was overwhelming. I felt the world collapse down to the points where he touched me, where he filled me, where he took me apart piece by piece.
He added a second finger, slow and careful, working me open, letting me get used to the stretch. His tongue flicked over my slit, lapping up precome, his beard scratching my lower belly. He sucked the head into his mouth, humming deep in his chest, letting the vibration travel through me. I writhed under him, pleasure sparking up and down my spine.
He moved his fingers in gentle circles, scissoring them apart, spreading me open for more. My breath came in short, sharp pants, the sheets damp under my hands, my thighs shaking from the effort of holding still. Every time his fingers pushed deeper, his mouth took me down, swallowing me inch by inch, his tongue dancing along the underside of my cock.
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but feel. Every inch of me was his, every shiver and gasp coaxed out of me by the patient, hungry way he took his time.
A third finger pressed in alongside the others. He worked slow, so gentle, letting me feel the stretch, letting me get used to it before moving. I groaned, legs falling wider, offering myself up to him without a second thought. Evan pulled off my cock just long enough to look up at me, eyes blown wide and full of devotion.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispered, voice shaking with restraint. “You’re perfect, Nate. I want to see you fall apart for me.”
His mouth wrapped around me again, sucking me deep, while his three fingers moved in and out, stretching me open, slick with spit. He twisted his wrist, scissoring gently, coaxing every muscle to relax, every nerve ending to spark. I felt slick and messy, owned in a way that went right down to my bones.
He reached for the lube beside the bed, slicking his fingers before returning them to my body. The cool slide of it mixed with his spit, making everything easier, wetter, hotter. He curled his fingers just right and I bucked up, nearly losing it.
“Please, Ev, I need—” I tried, but couldn’t find the words.
He smiled around my cock, eyes smiling too, and pressed a fourth finger in, slow but insistent. The stretch was intense, but the lube made it possible, his patience turning every moment into something sacred. He worked me open, thumb massaging my rim while his mouth never left my cock. I moaned, hips rolling up, thighs shaking from the pleasure and the effort to take him in.
With every pump of his fingers, I got wetter, slick pooling around his hand. The friction was perfect, the pace relentless but always careful, always just what I needed. My head fell back, eyes squeezed shut, every nerve ending singing with heat.
Then he pulled off my cock, just enough to speak. “I want you ready for me, baby. I want you so wet you’ll never forget how it feels to be opened by me.”
He slid in a fifth finger, stretching me to my limit, his other hand gripping my thigh to keep me open for him. It was almost too much, but I craved it, wanted to be filled and ruined, wanted every inch of myself to remember him for days.
He fingered me slow, letting me adjust, thumb rubbing circles into my hip. His mouth returned to my cock, sucking hard, tongue flicking, swallowing me down until I was seeing stars. He pressed his hand flat against me, palm to ass, letting me feel how open I was for him, how ready, how slick.
“Perfect,” he whispered, pulling off again, voice hoarse. “You’re so fucking perfect like this. I want to taste every part of you.”
He kissed down my thigh, licked along the crease, then bent to suck at my rim again, tongue flicking against his own fingers, making the pleasure multiply. I was gone, floating, lost in the heat and the want and the desperate way he took care of me.
Evan worked his fingers in and out, twisting, stretching, fucking me slow, never letting up on the pressure. He sucked the head of my cock, tongue pressing hard, lips sealing tight, drinking down every sound I made.
The world narrowed to Evan’s mouth and the relentless stretch of his fingers, pleasure cresting and rolling through me in waves. I clung to the sheets, hips rocking up to meet every slow thrust, every pass of his tongue. My mind went blank except for want. My body felt like a live wire, every nerve ending burning with need.
But then something inside me snapped tight, an urgent hunger that demanded more than just being worshipped. I wanted to give as much as I was getting. I needed him ruined, undone, desperate as I was.
I reached down, fingers curling into his hair, tugging gently until he looked up at me. His lips were slick, eyes blown wide and shining with hunger. I used that grip to pull him up, chest sliding against mine, our skin hot and sticky from sweat. The air between us crackled.
His breath stuttered, lips barely an inch from mine. I caught him in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, hungry, reckless. I could taste myself on his mouth, the salt and heat and love he’d poured into every touch. I bit at his bottom lip, sucking, needing to take some part of him into me.
He groaned, body settling heavy on top of mine, one thigh pressed between my legs, cock thick and insistent against my hip. I let my hands wander, tracing every muscle, every hard edge of him, desperate to map out the body I’d wanted for what felt like my whole life.
I slid my palm down his stomach, feeling each ridge of muscle flex beneath my touch. My fingers dipped under the waistband of his briefs, slow and deliberate, knuckles brushing that thick heat waiting for me. I didn’t rush. I wanted to savor every second of undressing him, of taking him apart.
I hooked my fingers into the band and dragged it down, slow as possible, baring a line of hip and thigh, letting the elastic snap back against his skin just to hear his sharp gasp. I pressed kisses into the new skin I revealed, mouth hot and open, tongue laving over the marks I left. Evan shuddered, bracing himself on his forearms above me, chest heaving.
“Let me see you,” I whispered, voice low and rough.
He nodded, then kicked off the rest of his underwear in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, flushed dark with need, veined and drooling. I couldn’t help myself. I stared, licking my lips, a wave of heat rolling through me at the sight of all that power finally, truly bared.
Evan watched me watch him, pride and longing mixing in his gaze. “Yours,” he murmured, voice unsteady.
I wanted to take my time. I needed to taste every inch, to show him what it felt like to be wanted, worshipped, devoured.
I pushed him onto his back, palms sliding over the expanse of his chest, feeling the way his heart thudded beneath my hands. I straddled his hips, bending to mouth at his collarbone, then lower, biting at the thick line of muscle across his chest. I circled his nipples with my tongue, flicking, then sucking hard enough to make his whole body jerk.
His cock rested heavy against my thigh, twitching with every sound, every motion. I slid lower, kissing my way down the trail of hair from his sternum to his belly, breathing him in. The scent of sweat, sex, and something uniquely him filled my lungs, heady and wild.
