“That’s why I’m here.” My fingers worked his button and zipper while I looked up at him through my lashes. “Ready for you to deliver.”
I pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down in one motion, freeing his cock. It sprang free, flushed and hard, a bead of clear liquid at the tip. I began to salivate, watching him watch me.
“Tell me you’re gonna do more than stare,” he groaned. “So hard my dick might fall off.”
“Drama queen.” I curled my fingers around the base, the hard flesh pulsing in my grip. “But don’t stop whining. It’s turning me on.”
The first lick was exploratory, just the tip of my tongue against his slit, tasting salt and skin. His hips jerked forward slightly, a soft “ah” escaping him. I smiled against his cock before taking the head into my mouth, sucking gently.
“Motherfuck.” His hand rested on the back of my head, not pushing, just resting.
I worked him deeper, inch by inch, using my hand to detract the inches I couldn’t take. I had a lot to work with. Above me, Mitch was making these broken little sounds, the muscles in his thighs twitching.
I pulled off with an obscene slurp, like his cock was my personal lollipop. “You can participate. It’s allowed.”
“Fuck.” He thrust between my lips, grunting. I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper down my throat. “Your mouth is...so fucking dirty.”
“Imagined this very scene since the moment our eyes met,” he rasped out as I took him deeper down my throat. “Wanted to see you desperate for my dick.”
I hummed around him, the vibration making him curse again. His rhythm picked up, careful but insistent, fucking into my mouth while I worked my tongue against him. My own cock was straining against my jeans, desperate for friction, but I ignored it. This was about taking him apart first.
“Angel, gonna—” His half-attempt warning disintegrated into grunts.
I pulled back just enough to speak and possibly to breathe. “Unleash on me. No hiding from me again.”
“Never again. Fuck!” His thrusts faltered as he splintered, seed shooting to the back of my mouth. I swallowed like greedily, wanting every last drop he had to give, licking and suckling like his cum was ambrosia.
Strang hands yanked me to my feet, making me yelp before soft lips crashed over mine. There was nothing hotter than a guy eating his own spunk.
“Your turn,” he muttered against my lips, walking me backward toward the bed.
I laughed as I fell back onto the bed, my body bouncing twice as Mitch followed me down. He playfully growled, hands yanked my jeans free in seconds. He was freakishly good at making clothes vanish between heartbeats. My cock slapped against my stomach, hard and ready for action.
“Fucking beauty.” His gaze raked over me with hunger. “Makes my mouth water.”
“Sweet talker.” I gasped when his mouth found my nipple, lips tugging hard at the small pebble. “Jesus!”
He kissed, licked, and nipped a path down my body, attentive to every inch of skin he could reach. By the time his breath ghosted over my cock, I was writhing and whimpering.
“Get that incredible mouth on my dick”
“Patience.” Mitch playfully nipped my hip bone, then licked away the sting. “Not gonna rush our first time together, gorgeous.”
His tongue traced the crease where my thigh and groin met, deliberately avoiding where I needed him most. I fisted the sheets, breathing shallow, watching his tongue map out my thigh.
“You’re evil,” I panted.
“I’m thorough.” He finally, finally wrapped his lips around the head of my cock, and I nearly came right then. His mouth was hot and wet and perfect, deep-throating my erection fully before pulling back, teeth gently scraping sensitive flesh.
“Oh hell.” My gaze zeroed in on his mouth, mesmerized at the way my skin glistened with his saliva. His eyes never left mine, dark and hypnotic, pulling me deeper into a trance I couldn’t break free from. I didn’t want the spell to break, surrendering to the waves of pleasure rippling through me.
Fingers stroked my sac before trailing to my aching hole, circling the ring of muscle once, twice, slight pressure, then a knuckle breached me. A gasp, maybe even a groan escaped my throat, Mitch’s spellbinding gaze causing my legs to spread widely apart.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled off. I whined at the loss, my eyes tracking his movements.
“Turn over.” His voice curled around the words, rich and decadent, making me want to surrender completely. I flipped to my hands and knees so fast, I nearly rolled right off the bed.
“Whoa!” Mitch’s arm shot out, pulling me back from mortification.
