The sensation of heat shot through me. As his talented tongue circled my crown, I grasped his shoulders for balance. When he pulled me down deeper, my breath quickened. His diligence echoed within me as I inched closer and closer.
What the fuck?
I’d never teetered so close to climax so quickly.
Maybe I’m even more attracted to him than I realized. Or maybe it’s the adrenaline from the near-miss. Hell, I haven’t even asked him again if he’s okay…Although, admittedly, if he wasn’t okay, then he wouldn’t be rolling my balls in his hands as he continued to suck me.
“Ulysses…” The word came out on a hiss. “I’m coming.”Jesus, am I ever.
He redoubled his efforts and swallowed me down.
My balls drew up, and I came like a freight train—just as he promised I would. Like the trains whose whistles I’d hear late at night when the world was still.
My mind spun as he continued to swallow everything I gave him.
He moaned
I peeked down to spot his impressive erection he was palming. I sucked in a breath. “I want that. In my mouth, in my ass—I don’t care how. Just don’t fucking come unless you’re inside me.”
He chuckled, with my cock still in his mouth.
The reverberations shot through me, and one last bit of cum escaped me.
He swallowed. Then he gazed up at me. “Your ass, if it’s all the same with you.”
“Do you want me on my back or with my ass stuck in the air?” That was the position I tended to favor—especially with one-night stands. I liked the impersonality of it. Tonight, though—
“On your back. I want to see your face when you come again.”
My cock stirred.
He barked out a laugh. “Oh, to be eighteen.”
“Hey, I’m twenty-six.”
“If you say so.”
I rubbed my hand against his shorn hair. “How old are you?”
“Old enough to know better.” Yet he offered a grin to belie his words. “Thirty-nine with forty just around the corner. Now, you wanna talk or you wanna fuck?”
“Oh, fucking now, talking later.”
An expression darkened his face for just a moment.
Was that the light or something else? Should I ask?Before I could, though, he grabbed the globes of my ass and squeezed.
Pleasure shot through me at the thought of having him inside me. I snagged the comforter and dragged it down. Too hot these days. The cabin was built for a nice cross-breeze, but the unrelentingly sweltering days of summer were now upon us. I yanked the top sheet down as well. Then I moved to the nightstand. I made a show of pulling out the lube and a strip of condoms.
He'd risen to his feet and gave me that sultry grin I was liking more and more.
“On the bed. In the middle.”
“Yes, sir.” I winked as I followed his instructions. I placed a pillow behind my head, then laced my fingers, grasping my short hair. Bossy worked for me. Being a bottom worked for me. That said, for the right guy—and the promise of hot sex—I could top and order the guy around. Not often, though. I liked what I liked.
Ulysses palmed his cock again before grabbing the lube and a condom. He offered a more enigmatic smile as he climbed onto the bed.
I spread my legs so he could position himself between my thighs.
