“Fucking… love this…” he whispers, and it’s barely audible through his gasps.
I know you do.
I feel him tense up underneath me and when he starts to come in my mouth, the feeling that washes over my body is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Come for me.
The only person you’ve ever come for, the only person you’ve ever given this to.
It gives me far more pleasure than it should. Never in my life had I hooked up with a virgin before I started doing this with Oliver, and I’m starting to get too addicted to it. Evenmy ownfirst time was with someone who’d done plenty before they met me.
Oliver is special. Everything about him is.
He only knows what it’s like to come forme.
Only knows what it’s like to be mine.
And nothing’s ever felt quite like that to me before.
My cock aches between my legs as I swallow around him, taking every drop. And the moment I pull off of his cock he’s already moving on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows to meet me in a kiss, like he’s needy for that, too.
“Can we try something?” he murmurs against my lips.
“I just got harder from you evensayingthat, so, yes,” I tell him.
His eyelashes flick low, then he looks back up at me. “I don’t have any lube here. But I want you between my thighs. Want to see if you can come like that.”
“Oliver Ashford,” I murmur, running my thumb along his lip. “Are you suggestingthigh fucking?”
“Nobody calls it thigh fucking.”
“I do.”
I give his body a shove so that he’s lying on his side and I’m behind him. I reach down and shove away my sweatpants, stripping naked from the waist down. I lean over and give the back of his shoulder a bite, bucking my hips forward so my cock connects with his body.
My tip pushes up against the tight cleft just below his ass, and he parts his legs just a little for me, letting me shove into the gap between his thighs.
He closes them tight again around me.
And I take it slow.
I buck my hips in that steady motion as his tight muscle clenches around me.
“For not having any lube, this is pretty fucking good,” I utter behind his ear.
“You need to come, too, boyfriend,” he says in a sultry tone.
Christ.
My cock throbs between his legs. It’s not typical for Oliver to call me that, and the sound of it on his lips is a little too tempting.
How goddamn addicted am I?
My words practically come out like a growl. “Don’t call me that.”
“You call me that all the time,” he protests, then clenches his legs tighter around me.
I let out a low moan and keep fucking the spot just below his ass, and something about beingthisclose to his ass but not being able to take it is maddening.
