His knees bumped along the edge of the bed. He was still clinging to that towel for dear life. “Oh, come on,” I teased as I reached out to him. “You saw mine, I think it’s only fair that I get to see yours.”
“Uh, pretty sure you already did that,” he reminded me. Good, he was being playful.
“Yeah, but it was dark in the basement. I want to really see you. I want to make you feel good, baby.” I was never one for sweet talk, but with Michael, I didn’t want to stop talking because I knew he needed the encouragement.
I placed my hand over his, watching the way his eyes drifted to my ass when I deliberately allowed the sheet to slide down my body so just the top of my crack was exposed. It took every ounce of energy I could muster to keep from grinding into the mattress. I blamed Michael for that. The way he looked at me, I wanted him to devour me.
“Come on, I think it’s too late for being shy,” I told him as I pulled down on his hand. He tensed momentarily, but then allowed me to pull his hand away from the towel. When he did so, the towel dropped to the floor, exposing a freshly trimmed thatch of hair around his balls. Now, my mouth had no problem watering. I needed to taste him again.
I glanced up at him through my lashes as I slid closer. He took a long breath and nodded. I reached out and brushed the head of his cock along the seam of my lips and he leaned to the side, gripping the headboard for dear life.
“Suck me, Dax,” he pleaded when I continued teasing him. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
I think those five words had me the hardest I’d ever been in my life. My cock threatened to erupt without any assistance, knowing that I had him so wound up he was cursing and talking dirty.
Rather than immediately give him what he wanted, I decided to tease him a bit longer. I took just the head into my mouth, allowing my tongue to glide over every millimeter of his skin. Then I sucked hard, milking the precum from his slit.
The angle was awkward, but I didn’t want to stop long enough to pull him onto the bed. Luckily, when I pulled off of him to catch my breath, he pushed me onto my back.
“Is this okay?” he asked as he straddled my chest. He fisted himself, running slow strokes from root to tip.
“Fuck yes,” I encouraged him. “I want you to do whatever you want. Use me, Michael. Make me yours.”
That seemed to be all he needed to hear. He scooted up my body, pinning my shoulders to my sides. “Give me your cock, baby.”
Both of us watched as he fed himself into my mouth. I pulled myself up, taking him deeper into my body. I paused to breathe before taking him into the back of my throat. He moaned loudly when I swallowed around his broad shaft.
“So good…fuck…suck harder…like that…don’t…oh, fuck!” I redoubled my efforts, knowing it wasn’t going to take long to make him come for me. I struggled to pull my arms free and wrapped around behind his hips. As he fucked my mouth, I parted his cheeks.
Michael had an amazing ass. More than once, I’d thought about how it would feel if I could just bury my dick in the cleft. I wouldn’t even need to enter him. Just the feeling of his hot ass cheeks wrapped around my dick would probably be enough to make me blow.
He threw his head back in ecstasy when my finger traced around his tight hole. “Please, Dax,” he begged. I pressed harder, the tip of my finger just barely breaching his hole. “Do it, baby. I want you to. I want you to show me what I’m missing.”
I pulled off his dick and sucked a finger into my mouth. Just one for now. I couldn’t fuck his ass with my fingers the way I would anyone else. He needed me to be careful with him.
“You sure about this?” I asked, praying he didn’t change his mind.
“Yeah,” he consented breathlessly. “I want it all with you. God, I don’t know how you manage to make me this crazy.”
“How doesn’t matter,” I assured him. I pushed backward on the bed and slid out from beneath him. I stared down at his gorgeous body, in awe that he was giving me free rein to do whatever I wanted with it. “All that matters right now is feeling.”
I sucked my index finger into my mouth again, making a show of slicking it from the tip all the way down to the third knuckle. His eyes widened when he realized that long finger was going into his body. But I didn’t rush it. I wasn’t sure when we’d get another night alone like this, so I wanted to make it last. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I’d pay the price tomorrow, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I swirled my finger around the tip of his cock, rewetting it with his own fluids, before trailing it down the length of his dick. I bent down, sucking his nut into my mouth as my finger continued back to his entrance.
I was vaguely aware of Michael babbling from the foot of the bed, but I couldn’t make out his words. It felt damn good to know I’d already managed to reduce him to that point.
He tensed as I breached the ring of muscle in his ass. “Oh, fuck!” There was no mistaking that.
“Relax, baby.” I ran my free hand over his stomach and up to his nipples. I hoped he’d be able to follow my instructions, but if not, I’d settle for making his brain short out so he was unable to comprehend anything other than how good he felt. “Bear down. Yeah, just like that.”
I pushed in to the first knuckle and waited until he relaxed. Then, a bit more. I turned my hand, allowing my finger to hit every nerve ending in his ass. He screamed when I hit his prostate. Unfamiliar with the sensation, he tried to scoot away from me.
“Do you not like that?” If it was a matter of discomfort, I’d stop instantly, but from his reaction, I didn’t think that was the case.
“Too good,” he panted. “God, what was that?”
I slid on top of him, my hand still between our bodies. As much as I wanted to tease his ass, I needed my lips on his. I wrapped my hand around as much of our cocks as possible, jerking us as I hovered over his body.
