Resting my hand on his thigh under the table, I leaned closer to murmur, “Let’s go back to my place.”
“O-okay.” He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, cheeks flushing pink.
I gave his thigh a squeeze and enjoyed how solid he felt under my hand. “Shall we?” I stood, and he nodded, following me.
We didn’t say much on the ride home. Maurice slid his palm across the console to take my hand, and I brought his wrist up and kissed it. After a while I sucked and nipped his pulse point, and we were both hard by the time I pulled the Maserati to a stop in front of the house. I tugged him into a kiss and accidentally revved the engine. Laughing, I turned off the car, and he opened the door and got out, so I rushed after him.
Maurice headed toward the front door at top speed, but I grabbed his hand and dragged him up the left side of the exterior split staircase to the second-floor balcony. When we were upstairs together, he looked around like he was confused, and I shoved him against the wall. I wasn’t sure who leaned in first, but we began to kiss as if the world was ending.
Maurice wrapped a leg around my calf, and I reached down to grab him and heft him up, but it didn’t really work. We both ended up laughing. I tugged him away from the wall and turned him to my left.
“Are we able to get to your bedroom from here?”
“Yes.” I gave him a small push, and together we stumbled forward. At the glass-and-steel door to my room, I turned the knob, cursed, and then had to get the key out to unlock it. While I was messing around, he kissed along my neck, and I moaned as he sank his teeth in lightly.
“Were you serious about switching sometimes?”
I captured his mouth and sucked on his tongue until he ground his firm cock against my hip. “Hell yes.”
The damned lock finally yielded despite my lack of expertise, and I let out a shout of triumph as the door opened. Maurice urged me inside and tugged my shirt out of my pants. Excitement coiled in my gut and my cock plumped at the anticipation gleaming in his eyes. You couldn’t fake that sort of enthusiasm, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anyone that happy to get in my bed. We worked on the buttons of my shirt together, then shoved it and my suit jacket away. I didn’t know why I’d done it, but this morning I’d put on an undershirt, and he huffed and tugged it up, scraping his fingernails over my nipples.
“Yes,” I moaned against his mouth. We had to break apart to get my top half naked. He was quick to shove down my pants, but they got caught on my shoes. While I was fighting my footwear, he stripped in record time, so that as I was straightening again I came face-to-face with his cockhead, which I was happy to kiss and give a lick.
“The bed,” he said, and I’d never heard him sound that certain of anything. I shivered as he turned me around and shoved me farther into the room. As I got to the mattress I bent forward, but he pushed me until I landed on my stomach with my feet still hanging off the edge. I grinned as he tugged off my socks and tossed them down. “You won’t need those.”
“What if my feet get cold?” I glanced over my shoulder at him.
He only smirked and shook his head in answer. I relaxed as he trailed his lips up my spine, then took his time and nibbled on the nape of my neck before licking a path back toward my ass.
“Maurice? What are you—oh.” I balled the blanket up in both fists as he swiped his tongue downward and yanked my hips back. I put my feet on the floor and braced myself while he spread my cheeks. The puff of his breath on my hole had me going out of my mind, and I could barely stand it as he licked all around the spot he wanted to fuck without actually touching it.
“Of course you taste good. Wick, I need more of you.”
“Do whatever you want,” I said, but I wasn’t sure he heard me with my face pressed into the bedding.
His tongue teased over my hole, and I shoved back, attempting to make him understand I was up for anything he could dish out. But holy mother of God, I didn’t expect it when he spread me open with his tongue and fucked into my body. It felt good and wet and wonderful. The sensation of being licked was like a sensual tickle inside my ass, and my cock felt as if it was the size of a redwood. I fucked back against his face. Every brush of my shaft against the bed sent pleasure burning hotter through my body until I was thrusting onto his tongue, then rutting along the blanket. He grabbed my hips and pressed his tongue farther inside me, and I froze as my balls tightened and pleasure tensed my muscles. My shaft pulsed, and then I blew my load all over the blanket.
He lapped at my hole while I shuddered and whimpered through the pleasure.
“I’m sorry. Shit.” I turned my head and rested my cheek against the sweat-soaked fabric.
“You like this?” Maurice rolled me over until I was in an awkward position on my back. I scooted toward the middle of the bed, and he watched me go with heat in his eyes.
“Apparently.” I grinned. “Lube and condoms are on the dresser in the small wooden treasure box.”
He gave me a bright smile as he hustled to retrieve the goods, and my heart warmed at his low laughter. He came back with the supplies and waved them around. “Were these waiting for me?”
I nodded, feeling weirdly shy.
Maurice’s cock was so hard it bounced in front of him, almost as if it wasn’t part of his body, and it had flushed a bright pink. I wanted to get him off in the worst way possible, and it was torture for both of us as he carefully slicked my hole. His fingers felt rough after the silky pleasure of his tongue, but I didn’t want him to stop.
“Can I put the condom on you?” I asked.
He nodded, and I snagged the gray square from him and ripped it open. The smell of latex hit my nose, but I didn’t mind because it meant we were that much closer to him being inside me. He concentrated on what I was doing so intently that he didn’t blink as I unrolled the condom onto his length, and all the while he fucked his fingers in and out of my body at an agonizing pace. He added a generous dollop of lube onto his cock, and I stared him in the eye as I spread it around, and then he chased my hands away and crawled between my legs with determination furrowing his brow.
“Will you be uncomfortable if I lie on you?”
“No.” I opened my arms to him, and he settled on top of me. I was in heaven as his mouth landed on mine. His weight was a lot, but I’d been right—it wasn’t too much. No, he felt just right on top of me. I spread my legs, and with a little maneuvering between us I wrapped them around his middle. It took a couple of tries for him to find the right spot without moving, but eventually his cockhead was pressed right at my hole, and his worshiping gaze set me on fire inside.
