Violently, he shoved it away. For once, his fury was not encouraging it. He refused to allow his beast to ruin the moment. Sin had just managed to banish his anger before Cecil propped himself up.
Sin groaned, his cock jerking at the look of hunger in Cecil’s eyes.
Cecil licked his lips. “Well, are you going to actually fuck me, or just continue to stare?”
“You and your mouth,” Sin growled. He grabbed the man and flipped him onto his stomach. It gave him a perfect view of Cecil’s rounded behind.
“You know you love it.” Cecil let out a delighted squeal when Sin turned him over—pinning his prick against the counter.
Something wet and hot trailed down from the cleft of hisass until it probed at his hole. Cecil gasped—oh, Gods, Sin was tonguing him! His spent cock twitched and began to harden.Yay, for fast recoveries!
But then that tongue was gone. He heard Sin walk away, and the fridge opened, along with a few cabinets.
Cecil blinked—was that the microwave he heard? What the hell?!
“Stay down,” Sin ordered huskily. The man had returned from whatever he had been doing, and pressed him back down against the counter when Cecil tried to look over his shoulder. Huffing, he relented.
Sin pushed Cecil’s knees up onto the island, causing his butt to raise. Right as he began to register how exposed he was, something cold plopped onto the skin above the curve of his ass. Cecil let out an undignified squawk.
His flesh tingled where it touched him. Whatever it was, it was dripping. He squirmed when the cool liquid slid down his crack, moaning as it dipped into his hole.
Then Sin’s tongue returned, lapping at the substance, replacing the cold with flames.
Sin once again penetrated him and Cecil cried out, “Oh, fuck!”
More of the liquid dropped on him, but this time it met with Sin’s tongue. It was a sensual combination. “What are you doing back there?”
“Eating,” Sin drawled, chuckling.
“What?!” Cecil gave into his urge to look.
He hadn’t been lying, Sin was licking ice cream off his ass. With a grin, Sin scooped up more from a carton, and turned the scooper over when it was above his butt.
Cecil shuddered. “Hey! I’m not a damn ice cream cone.”
“I must be doing this wrong if you can still talk,” Sin hummed.
Cupping Cecil’s ass, Sin returned to tonguing his hole. Any protest was lost as Sin delved deeper inside him. His fingers soon joined in, and all Cecil could do was cry out—his body rocking back into the thrust of Sin’s fingers and tongue. The motion had the tip of Cecil’s cock rubbing against the marble counter, causing the surface to become slick with pre-cum.
Another substance, slipperier than the first, join the party. As Sin opened him up, Cecil feared he would come again before the main event.
Then suddenly the man’s fingers and tongue were gone, and Sin was plunging inside him without hesitation. Cecil screamed and moaned at the fast pace Sin set. The man drove into him again and again.
Somehow, he found the strength to look back—he needed to see Sin connecting with him. Fully dressed, Sin’s dress shirt and vest were no longer pristine but wrinkled. And for once, his hair was out of sorts.
Seeing his oh-so-proper man in such disarray, combined with watching Sin’s thick prick disappear inside him, was too much, and Cecil fell over the edge.
His cock jerked, and his body tensed as he came. And then he couldn’t seem to stop. With each fierce thrust, more cum was forced from his body, not stopping until Sin shouted above him.
Cecil laid there, ass in the air, struggling to breathe. He winched when Sin’s soft prick slipped out of him, and he found he felt very empty…and sticky. Part of Cecil wished he was even more so. He wasn’t sure when Sin had put a condom on, but since he hadn’t felt anything splash inside him, Cecil knew he had.
Sin softly kissed the small of his back. “Are you all right?”
“Mm,” he grunted. “Sticky.”
Sin laughed and walked away, returning with a damp towel.
Cecil flushed as Sin wiped him down. There was something so intimate about it. Which was silly. He had just had Sin’s dick up his ass, not to mention his tongue—it didn’t get any more intimate than that.
