Okay.
The blood drains from my head to my cock, and I forget to overthink this. I climb up onto the couch, gripping the back of it, and then I take a deep breath and straddle his head.
The puff of Kennedy’s exhale near my hole is almost too much for me to continue. Chills race down my spine. My ballsrest on his forehead, and then his tongue slips out and licks a stripe along my crease.
My hands clench tight to my couch as my dick throbs with sensation.
I can do this. I can get through it. Even though my eyes are trying to roll back into my skull.
“Fuck, Ziggy.” He lashes his tongue over me again. His mustache is scraping the skin between my legs, but instead of hurting, it’s a delicious burn against his warm, wet tongue.
I’ve played around back there myself, but it’s usually when I’m getting close to coming that I’ll help myself out. I’ve never taken my time, never stopped to enjoy the sensations when my dick is the priority, but when Kennedy’s tongue massages the area around my hole, softening it and helping me relax, I realize what I was missing out on.
This feels incredible.
His tongue presses against my entrance, then dips inside and breaches the tight ring of muscle. My thighs shake. I’m struggling to hold myself above him as it is, but with every plunge of his tongue in and out of my hole, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.
Then he slaps my ass with a massivethwack.The pain spreads across my skin, so sudden and hot, precum blooms from my tip. I choke back the pain, and I’m about to give him space when he wraps both hands around the dip where my thighs meet my hips, holding me in place.
“Ziggy …” he gasps. “You’re not going to suffocate me like this.”
“W-what?”
“Show me how much you want it. Smother me.”
Every word out of his mouth is turning my brain to Jell-O. I’m not in control anymore. I’m not even aware of where all mylimbs are. My cock is aching, my hole is twitching for more. I can’t take this.
“I told you to sit,” he says, warm hands tickling the crease on either side of my groin. “Now,sit.”
Kennedy’s hold on my legs tightens, and he pulls me down hard. His face buries between my cheeks, and the deep moan he lets out vibrates from my ass to my scalp.
The grip I have on the couch tightens until my knuckles go white, and when Kennedy’s tongue presses into my ass, I can’t stop from grinding back onto it.
He knew exactly what I needed, and while I crave touching him, there’s a special kind of torture in him being out of my reach. In being powerless to what he’s doing. All I can do is hold on tight while he has me ride his face, like I’ll die if I stop.
His tongue slides in and out of me, filling my hole with a delicious stretch, and the coarse hair of his mustache ripples against my skin. I can’t work out what I want more of, just everything, and my hips are rocking more aggressively against him, but Kennedy’s hands stay planted where they are, not letting me give him room to breathe.
He’s kissing and sucking my hole like he’s afraid I’ll disappear, and the sounds he’s making as he eats me out are as needy as the ball building in my chest.
My head drops back, eyes screwed tightly as I clear my brain and let myself feel. I’ve missed out on this for way too long, denied myself something that feels this good, and now that I have it, I’m going to take advantage of everything he’ll give me.
His hands release, just for a second, then one closes around my cock while he presses a finger up my ass beside his tongue. I go from enjoying myself to close to the edge, and I grit my teeth against the need to come.
I want this to last.
I want to enjoy this all night.
But I know that very soon it won’t be my decision.
I’m leaking and close, body burning up, head so full I’m dizzy.
Kennedy finally pulls away, panting loudly, then pulls me down further so when I look down, we make eye contact between my legs. “Put your balls in my mouth.”
I don’t stop to think. Just do as I’m told, lowering my balls onto his waiting tongue. His lips close around them, the wet suction almost too much as he strokes two fingers in and out of my ass and jerks me off with the other hand.
Everything is getting oversensitive. Too much. Too good. Too fast.
The swollen head of my cock disappears and reappears in his fist, right over where his eyes have fallen closed as he sucks on my balls.
