I suck his tip into my mouth, wrapping my hand around his shaft and pumping, while trying to get every drop of his salty pre-cum that I can. God, I never knew sex was like this. Or maybe it’s just because it’s with Kip that it feels this way. Maybe it’s so good because I love him.
Bracing my hands on his hips, I breathe through my nose and take him all the way to the base. The trim, blond curls at the base of his cock tickle my nose. I pull back off of him, moaning around his length as it slides over my tongue. Kip is a mess above me, moaning and whimpering.I bob on his dick, taking it all the way back, swallowing around the head of his cock as it’s in my throat, before pulling off again.
“Shit, shit, shit.” Kip pants. “Sweetheart, if you keep going like that I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Mmmm…” I hum around his cock, my hand cupping his balls and massaging them in my palm. I feel them draw up tight, and Kip’s body flex, but before he can come, I pop off of him.
He whines. “Fuccckkkk.”
“I’m not ready for you to come yet.” I tease.
“You’re kind of evil, you know that?” His voice is tight with restraint.
“So I’ve been told.” I stand up from the bed to shuck off my clothes. “Pants off, princess.”
I love the feeling of control that Kip gives me when we’re like this. And by the way his eyes are foggy with lust, I can safely assume he agrees. He doesn’t hesitate to push down his pants and underwear, then lay back down to wait for me.
Once I’m bare, I grab the bottle of lube from Kip’s nightstand, then straddle his hips again. His cock is at attention, and I let it slide between my ass cheeks for a little while, letting it graze my hole. I’m letting Kip come down from the edge that I had him on while sucking his cock. I don’t want us to blow our loads right away when I bottom for him for the first time.
“Do you want to stretch me, or should I do it?” I ask, popping the lube cap.
“Please, I want to do it.” Kip begs.
I hand him the bottle, and then turn around to show him my hole. I’m on my knees, my elbows on the bed, spread out in front of his face.
“Jesus fuck, Charlie.” Kip slicks up his fingers, rubbing and massaging my hole with one hand while holding my cheeks apart with the other. “Look at it fluttering at my touch. It’s begging for attention, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” I groan. “More. Please.”
One of Kip’s fingers circles my hole, before the tip sinks inside. I gasp, rocking back into the sensation. Kip sinks deeper, all the way to the knuckle.
“More, I can take more.”
A second finger joins his first, he strokes them in and out. At the top of each stroke, he passes over my prostate, barely rubbing it, but it’s enough to make me whine and pant. “Feels so good, Kip.”
“God, your ass is divine, baby. You want another finger?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I chant, rocking back in earnest.
A third finger joins in, stretching me. It stings at first, but the pain quickly subsides and is replaced by pure pleasure. I grab the lube, pouring a copious amount over Kip’s throbbing length, slicking it up for me.
Before Kip can process it, I’m pulling off his fingers, flipping around, and slotting his cock at my hole.
Throwing my head back, I slowly sink down on him, letting his cock stretch me wide.
“Fuccckkk…” We both moan.
I slide all the way down to the base, until my ass meets his hips. “So fucking full.”
“Oh my god, Charlie. You’re so tight.”
I chuckle breathlessly. “First time bottoming for anything but a toy, remember?”
Kip growls low in his throat. “Mine.”
Now that I’m used to the feeling of Kip’s cock filling me, I begin riding. I pull up until just the tip remains, and then slam back down to the base. Up, down, grind. Up, down, grind. Every thrust swipes my prostate, and my hard cock is jutting out, leaking profusely on Kip’s tight stomach.
I lean forward, fusing my lips and tongue with Kip’s. His hands grasp my ass cheeks, helping to move my hips until he’s pounding up into me while I’m left to just take what he gives. Jesus fucking hell.
