I had no idea that could be so hot, and my own cock throbs and pulses as I lean down and swipe my tongue over his puckered skin.
“Fuck!” he cries, jerking like I just touched him with a live wire.
Keeping his cheeks spread wide, I flick and circle my tongue over his hole, teasing the opening as I watch him come apart under me.
He’s babbling and crying out for me, and the bitten-off words and needy sounds falling from his lips are just as hot as getting to put my mouth on him.
I can’t really explain it, but there’s something incredibly intimate about pleasuring him like this, and getting to see him in such a vulnerable state is beyond satisfying.
Giving up all pretense of going slow and teasing him, I attack his hole like a man possessed, licking and spearing it with my tongue as I work him open.
He sounds almost delirious with pleasure, and his entire body starts shaking when I drive my tongue as deep inside him as I can and fuck him with it.
“Too much,” he cries, pulling out of my grip and falling back onto the couch in a heap. “Too much,” he mumbles dazedly.
Grinning like a fool at how wrecked he looks, I lie over him, blanketing him with my bigger body as I press him into the couch.
22
DAMON
My head is spinningwith need and pleasure as Xave lays over me, and I mindlessly turn my face, desperate for his kiss as I try to calm the fuck down.
He obliges, and the steady press of his lips and gentle strokes of his tongue help bring my arousal back down to a level where I’m not at risk of blowing my load all over the damn couch.
“Feel good?” he murmurs against my lips.
“Uh huh,” I mumble, still kissing him like the needy slut I apparently am.
“Ever had your ass eaten before?” he asks between kisses.
I shake my head, too out of it to manage words at the moment.
He lets out a pleased sounding rumble and shifts so his cock is nestled between my ass cheeks.
The sensation of his warm skin against my hole sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I can’t stop from pressing my hips back to feel more of him.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asks.
I blink my eyes open and glance back at him.
“I got tested before Christmas,” he continues and drops a kiss against my neck. “All negative.”
“Don’t use one,” I say, my tone way too eager. “Got tested too,” I add quickly.
He lets out another deep rumble that I feel against my back and pushes himself up so he’s sitting back on his heels.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. Using one hand, he thumbs a packet of lube out of the billfold, then drops the wallet onto the floor.
My body tightens when he uses his teeth to rip open the packet, and I can’t stop my soft laugh as he dribbles some of the lube onto his fingers.
“What was that for?” he asks with an amused smile.
“I had no idea that was so hot,” I tell him as he rubs his fingers together, spreading the lube over them. “The opening condoms or lube with your teeth. Everyone says it is, but I didn’t understand it until I saw you do it just now.”
He gives me a smirky smile that lights me up from the inside and makes my already scrambled senses go haywire. “I bet you’d look hot doing it too.”
I pause as I try to decipher what he meant. Is he saying he’d bottom for me? Or was that just an off the cuff remark that didn’t mean anything?
