The sensation of his hard length through his briefs is way hotter than I thought it would be, and instead of pulling them down, I drop a line of open-mouthed kisses down his shaft, right over the soft material of his underwear.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters as I press my nose against his balls and breathe him in.
I had no idea he could smell so good, and the mix of musk and clean sweat with a hint of something spicy makes my mouth water in anticipation.
Gently, I tug his underwear down and watch as his cock springs free. He’s so hard it almost slaps him in the stomach, and a little bead of precum bubbles up from his slit and slides down his cockhead.
Damon lifts his hips, but I’m too impatient to pull his underwear the rest of the way off, and he gasps in surprise when I grip his base and draw him into my mouth.
His taste explodes on my tongue and fills my senses, and I slowly sink down on him.
My tongue drags over the small ring in his piercing, and I rub the flat of my tongue against it a few times. The contrast of the cool, hard metal against his soft, hard skin is hot as fuck, and before I can get carried away and spend all my time playing with it, I suck him a little deeper.
“Oh fuck, oh god,” he pants and squirms under me as I carefully swallow around him.
I can’t get more than half of him in my mouth without risking my gag reflex, so I use my hand to stroke the part of him I can’treach as I move over him, sucking and tonguing his shaft, and I roll my gaze up so I can watch his reactions.
He’s pushed himself up on his elbows so he can look down at me, and his intense, needy expression is so damn hot I resist the urge to palm my dick to give it a little relief.
Focusing on what I’m doing, I try out different techniques, paying his piercing extra attention as I get used to sucking a dick for the first time.
Damon doesn’t take his eyes off me, and watching his pleasure build and seeing his expression shift as it slowly overtakes him is so much hotter than I ever thought possible.
“Stop,” he says suddenly, his face twisting up as he draws in a sharp breath.
I pop off him, but before I can ask why he stopped me, he falls back onto the couch with a bewildered laugh. “Holy fuck, you’re good at that. I almost came.”
A grin slides over my lips. “Now imagine how good it’ll feel when my tongue is on your ass.”
His eyes widen as I grip his hips, and he lets out a soft cry when I flip him onto his stomach.
“Now stay just like this for me,” I say in a low, husky voice and run one hand down his spine, starting just under his neck and stopping when I reach the swell of his ass.
He crosses his arms and rests his cheek against them, his breaths coming out in little puffs as I trace my eyes over the long, lean muscles of his back and the dragon tattoo that covers it.
Like the phoenix on his front, the dragon is done in black and white and has incredible line work. The dragon’s head rests on his spine, just between his shoulder blades, and the massive wings span over the top half of his back and up over his shoulders. Its body snakes down Damon’s spine with the arms and legs wrapping around him, and the tail curls around his lower back. The claws are done in a way that it looks like they’redug into him and gripping his skin, and the shading makes it look like the body and wings are emerging from him, like the dragon isn’t a tattoo, but it’s a part of him that’s trying to break free.
Tearing my eyes from his ink, I focus on his ass and drag my palms over the plump globes.
He gasps softly and arches his back, tipping his ass back as he spreads his legs as much as he can with his underwear around his thighs and my legs on either side of his.
“That’s it,” I tell him softly and press my finger between his cheeks. “Show me how much you want this.” Slowly, I drag my finger down his crease until I reach his hole.
He whimpers and bumps his ass back, pressing it against my finger.
“So eager.” My voice is tinged with humor and affection. “Such a slut for me.”
He moans and angles his ass up as he gently rocks against the couch.
Chuckling, I tug his hips up so his dick is off the cushions. “Nope,” I tell him. “Not until I say you can.”
He whimpers in protest but stops trying to rub his dick against the couch.
“Now, are you going to let me have my fun?” I ask and grip his ass cheeks in my hands.
He nods against his arms, and I slide down the couch as I pull his cheeks apart.
His gasp is loud and unrestrained, and I watch his hole flutter and clench around nothing.
