He nods. “I love you.”Kiss.“I trust you.”Nip.“I want to feel you inside me.” He grabs my cock, giving it a couple of slow, deliberate pumps, coating me in my pre-cum.
“Oh, fuuuck,” I groan, arching my hips up, thrusting into his tight, warm grip. His head dips, and he licks, then nips, one of my stiff nipples. When he sucks it, flicking it with his tongue, my dick twitches eagerly.
I shake my head, tugging him off my pec by his hair. “Uh-uh. No sir, if you want me to fuck you, I’m going to need tonotbust right now. If you’re sure about this, I think I know just how I want to stretch you out to fit me.”
He chuckles. “Look at you and all your big dick energy. Yes, Gannett. I appreciate your constant need for consent, but I’m sure.”
“Have you ever, you know, played around back here?” I ask him, coating my middle finger with a healthy dose of spit and letting it slide down his crease until I reach his puckered rim. Gently, I press it, and his cheeks clench around my finger.
He shakes his head. “N-no. Not really, anyway. You?”
“I experimented a time or two before you fucked me beneath the bleachers. Had to. I recall thinking to myself that there wasno wayyour pants pirate could plunder my hole without capsizing me. Turns out, it can, and I enjoy getting shipwrecked.”
His hand abandons my dick, and he props himself up higher—lifting off of me.
My brows knit. “What are you doing?”
He huffs, puffing out a little laugh. “I can’t with you. There really is no shortage of innuendos in that head of yours, is there?”
“No,” I say, reaching up to smooth the pad of my thumb over the laugh lines on his face. “I love seeing these, Gordy. I love knowing that I helped create them. My lord, you were handsome enough already, but these…” I reach up and kiss one of them. “Fuck, they just add that something extra.”
A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I love you, Gannett.”
“Love you too. Now, can we really get started?”
He nods, and I roll us over, so his back is on the bed, legs spread wide for me. I kneel between them, leaning over to grab the bottle of lube out of my nightstand drawer. Then, I grab a pillow, urging him to lift his hips so I can get him at the angle I want him.
“Alright, so. I am going to forewarn you right the fuck now, I am battingsoout of my league here. I understand that pussies and asses are not the same thing. I am, however, going to attempt to tonguefuck the shit out of you as if they were. Since my plan is for my face to be buried in between these sexy cheeks of yours, I need you to—I don’t know—tug on my hair or nudge me in the right direction. Okay?”
My goal here is to make sure that whatever I’m doing is at his pace and within his level of comfort. If I have to play stupid to let him feel like he has control without me coddling him, that’s an illusion I’m willing to create. I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure his safety.
He nods, granting me the go-ahead I need.
I start by letting my hands coast down his body, my lips, tongue, and teeth trailing after as I kiss, lick, and nip every ridge and sinew of muscle. I let the tip of my nose trace a few of his tattoos, all while watching his cock stretch out for me. I nuzzle into his treasure trail, then lick down his well-defined Adonis belt.
By the time I lick up the entire underside of his shaft, the head of his cock is fully exposed from his foreskin, the slit coated in a bead of pre-cum, which I eagerly lick away. I’m not at my destination yet though. No, I keep sliding my own body further and further down the bed until my shoulders are between his thighs, and my face is between his cheeks.
With one hand, I cup his balls, massaging them and keeping them out of my way for when I take a tentative, tasting lick of the cleft of his ass. It’s—different. Not in a bad way though. Just—not what I expected, not in the least.
Take that heady, masculine scent of his and amplify it by a thousand—then inhale it through your tastebuds. I lick another stripe, starting from his taint straight to his tight hole.Oh fuck,and I could get used to this, for sure.
Pretty sure Gordy agrees, because the way his body just rose off the bed, and his ass ground into my face… Oh yeah, he’s a fan, alright.
Wanting to drag more of these reactions out of him, I start devouring his ass without abandon. I bury my face between his cheeks even more so the only thing I’m able to breathe ishim. I lick, suck, and nip—teasing and swirling my tongue around his clenched hole.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, the deep timbre of his voice reverberating all the way down his body.
On either side of me, I can feel him fisting the sheets. His thighs tighten around me as I start to test his reaction to letting my tongueinside him. With my free hand, I reach up and stroke his cock, hoping that by distracting his senses, it will encourage him to relax and let me in. It works, and I curl my tongue, stretching his tight entry.
I hum my approval, and his pelvis rocks upwards again. “So good, Gannett.Jesus…”
I keep spearing my tongue into him, curling and lashing his insides, until I feel him relaxing—sinking into the sensation. He grinds his ass down, then thrusts back up into my palm—grunting and moaning with pleasure. All the while, I continue to roll and massage his balls, occasionally giving them a gentle tug.
Finally, I have to come up for air, much to my dismay. Before I do, however, I leave a trail of spit so I can keep his eager hole wet and ready. I spread his cheeks with my hands, watching as his hole clenches around nothing, all while I have him reduced to whimpers at the loss of my tongue.
“Hold on, baby,” I coo, generously coating my fingers with lube for him.
His brows pinch together as he looks down at me, his chest heaving for breath. “Baby?”
