“Clean the mess you made.”
He smirked, still trying to catch his breath. “You look pretty covered in my cum.”
“You’re gonna look really pretty tied to my bed with my cock buried in your hole and my handprint on your ass. Now clean up your mess.”
He chuckled even as he leaned in to kiss and lick the jizz from my lips before moving to my eyes, cheeks, and chin. His smiling, satisfied face filled my vision when he finished, his lips hovering over mine.
“Your turn.”
I bent over, put my shoulder in his belly, and stood, tossing him over my shoulder. If he were as macho as he came off, he would never admit he squealed, but he did. Carting his heavy ass through my apartment, I dropped him on the bed, flipped him over on his belly, and buried my face between his ass cheeks.
“Fuck, you smell and taste so fucking good,” I groaned against his hole.
Licking, nipping, and sucking, I opened him up as much as I could with my tongue. I sat back on my heels, his body splayed out before me like a smorgasbord of pleasure just waiting for me to feast on it.
“Get the lube. It’s in the top drawer.”
Muscles stretched and danced, putting on a show for me as he sprawled across the bed to the nightstand, the lube and a strip of condoms in his hand when he reached back toward me.
“Good boy,” I moaned, my cock in complete agreement.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to feel him around me. Taking the supplies and dropping them on the bed next to our knees, I suited up, gloving my cock in latex. I tossed the foil wrapper toward the trash can next to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. Slathering myself first, I dribbled some at the top of his ass crack with one hand, running the fingers of my other hand through it, spreading it over his hole before pressing my index finger into him.
He hissed, but instead of pulling away, he pressed back into my hand. I held still, letting him fuck himself open on a single digit. When his hole no longer felt like he was trying to rip off my finger, I pressed another against his opening. He opened easier than the first time and, like the first time, he fucked himself on my fingers, opening himself for me.
I peppered praise for how beautiful and tight he was into his litany of hisses, curses, moans, and groans that filled the air around us. A seductive, erotic symphony that danced across my skin.
A third finger breaching him slowed the rhythm of his hips and pulled a deep guttural groan from him. “Fucking hell. Give me a minute.”
“Whatever you need, gorgeous,” I whispered against the skin of his back, my lips kissing and licking away the sweat beading there.
Deep breaths melded with hisses as he wiggled under me, adjusting to my fingers. “More,” he breathed.
Scissoring my fingers and twisting them, I played with his prostate until he was gasping and moving under me in pleasure again. I wanted in him so fucking bad. I needed to feel this tight hole squeezing my cock. I wanted him to come while I fucked him so his passage would milk me dry.
“Fuck, you’re tight. I can’t wait for you to wrap my dick in the stranglehold you have my fingers in,” I groaned as he fucked himself harder on my hand.
“Then do it. Fill me with that monster. Split me open.”
I pulled my fingers from him, his hole winking at me, searching for something to replace what I took away.
Gripping my cock, I hissed and grabbed my sac to keep from coming. I peppered kisses on his ass and back while I settled myself with a barrage of intel, and the grocery list, and any fucking thing I could conjure to keep from losing my shit before I ever got inside him.
“Arch your back,” I demanded, moaning at how fucking perfect he responded to me.
Placing a hand on his waist, I held him still while I slowly fed his ass my dick, so he could adjust. I wasn’t huge, but I wasn’t average either, and I could tell he hadn’t lied when he said it had been a while.
“Fuck,” I groaned when I bottomed out.
My forehead fell against his back, the two of us huffing to adjust. Curling an arm over his shoulder, I banded it around his torso, locking him against me, holding him until…
“Move,” he gasped. “I want to feel you.”
“Thank fuck,” I moaned, sitting back on my heels, pulling him with me so he hovered over my lap, straddling me, impaled on my dick. Which begged for release.
Thrusting up into him, I built into a rhythm that left my mind blank of everything but him and me and how he felt so fucking good wrapped around my dick. It had been a while for me as well. I didn’t realize I needed this so badly.
“Harder. Fuck me harder.”
