I don’t give him a chance to answer before my mouth is on him, lips suckling and tongue teasing the head of his dick. The sound he makes is almost inhuman, sexy and desperate. I want more of those sounds. I want all of his pleasure and all of his lusty noises just for myself.
The salty taste of him bursts on my tongue, making my own cock throb against the mattress. I want to make this mind-blowing for him, but I don’t have the patience for more teasing. I want his cum, now.
Fisting him roughly at the base, I take him deep into my mouth in one long suck, swallowing when his tip tickles the back of my throat. His hips buck, fingers sinking into my hair, pushing and pulling like he can’t decide if he wants to yank me away or make me gag.
Personally, I’d prefer to gag on it, so I bob my head in practiced motion, sucking and swallowing and teasing his sensitive skin with my tongue while he whimpers and pleads above me, fucking into my throat like he can’t get deep enough. I trace my thumb down the seam of his sac, loving the way he shivers when I brush over the spot right behind his balls. I find his hole and give it a little love tap. I haveno intentions of fingering him here—not without consent and plenty of lube—but I want to tease and toy with him anyway. Just the barest of touches so I can see how he responds?—
Until half a second later, when Alex yelps, and the whole world comes crashing down around me.
16
SERIOUS PREPARATION AND MEDITATION
Alex
My entire body feels like a flaming inferno dangling over the edge of a cliff. I haven’t felt this tightly wound and ready to burst since I was a kid figuring out what my dick was good for for the very first time. Stars dance in my vision. Fireworks and glitter bombs are lit in my stomach, the flames traveling down the fuse and ready to ignite. My cock feels like it's going to combust. I teeter there, breathless and holding on to the edge of oblivion for as long as I can because it feels so good. I don’t ever want it to end, but when I feel that intrusion behind my balls and everything inside me pulls impossibly tighter, I can’t hang on to the cliffside any longer.
“Stop. Fuck, Elliot. Please stop.”
His mouth and hands are gone and I immediately miss the warm, wet feel of him. My eyes snap open, my stomach flipping from the sudden loss of pleasure. Elliot is on his knees, hands in the air like I’ve caught him stealing, a painful look on his gorgeous face.
“I’m sorry, Goat. I’m so sorry. You hate this, and I pushed. I went too far, and I?—”
“No! Elliot, no,” I cry out, shuffling until I’m on my knees in front of him too. It's an awkward untangling of limbs and bobbing erections, but I want—no—I need to look him in the eye for this. I grab him softly by the cheeks and bring his nose to mine. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t push me, and I didn’t hate anything. I was so fucking close to losing it, I think my cum backed all the way up and started leaking out of my nose. That was so good, babe. So, so good.”
I punctuate my reassurance with soft pecks against his lips, one after another until I’m moaning again, coaxing his mouth open with my tongue, begging him for more.
“Why’d you stop me then?” he mumbles between licks and kisses, hands coming down to squeeze my ass cheeks.
“Because I don’t want to do this halfway. I don’t want you to suck me off and that’s that. I don’t wantjust an orgasm, or just mutual orgasms where you make me come and then finish yourself off. I want to touch you. I want to feel you. I want to bring you over the edge with me. This isn’t just about letting some guy get me off to satiate my curiosity, El. I want you and me together.”
It's vulnerable, letting those truths pass my lips. Even more vulnerable than kneeling on my bed, buck naked and cock leaking from this man’s touch. But it is the truth. I can hide behind the superstition, the curiosity, the hope of it all when we’re clothed. I can pretend like this arrangement is enough for me and that I won’t be crushed when it comes to an end. But like this, when its just me and Elliot, I need to be real. My heart doesn’t know any other way.
Elliot sighs, dropping his mouth to my shoulder, where he nips and sucks at my skin.
“You wanna come together, sweetheart?”
“So badly, El. So, so badly.”
He stands and makes quick work of kicking off the pants that have pooled around his ankles before rejoining me on the bed and capturing my mouth in a hot, claiming kiss.
“You want to make me feel good? Turn around, baby. And tell me where you keep your lube.”
A nervous shudder runs through me at his demanding tone. I’m more than ready to try someback door play. Just the hint of his finger at my hole had me ready to blow, so I can’t imagine I won’t be into it. But still, the first time a man has his ass played with is bound to be a nerve wracking experience, right?
None of that matters, though. I want this. I want what Elliot wants, and I want to be good for him. I want him to feel even half as good as he’s made me feel just by existing. So I turn, crawling on my hands and knees across my bed to retrieve the small bottle of lube I keep in my nightstand, right next to the condoms and the bullet vibrator I use sometimes to tease my balls. I hand it back to Elliot, staying on all fours while he flicks the cap. I hear the sloshing, liquid sound of him lubing himself up, and everything in me clenches. I guess we’re just…getting right into this. When his arm comes down and wraps around my torso, the furry hair on his chest tickling my bare back, I suck in a deep breath. I brace myself for impact, but Elliot doesn’t spear me with his dick. He pulls me up until I’m off my hands and on my just my knees, our bodies flush together. His cock is pressed against my ass cheek, but he makes no movement to get it closer to my hole.
“You’re clenching, Alex. Take a breath, baby. Did you think I was going to shove my cock in you, just like that?” he murmurs against my ear, licking andnibbling the lobe while thumbing my nipple into a hard peak.
“Uh, kind of? Aren’t you?” I breathe, and he chuckles.
“No, baby. I’d never just fuck your ass without your consent and a fuck ton of prep. That’s not something you ever have to do if you don’t want to. Go ahead and relax for me.”
I sag with a sigh of relief, because…yeah. I definitely think having my ass played with is something I could be into. A little finger action sounds like fun. Maybe even a nice tonguing. But taking the monster hanging between Elliot’s legs? That’s going to take some serious preparation and meditation.
“I would, however, very much like to stroke your cock while I fuck your hot, thick thighs. If that sounds like something you might want?”
Jesus.I didn’t even know that was an option, and now I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
