I start slow with broad strokes, thumbs gliding up along his hamstrings. He sighs deeply, his head turning to one side to watch me.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he mutters, a small groan leaving his lips as his eyes flutter. “Those hands are talented.”
That tiny bit of praise sends a thrill through me. I focus on his calves, then back up, his muscles are tight but loosen under my palms. His legs are so strong, built from years of training, but they tremble under my touch.
His breathing deepens. And when I push the towel a little higher to reach the backs of his thighs, the tension shifts into something else.
“Gabe,” he says in a husky voice.
I pause. “Is this still okay?”
He looks over his shoulder, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “Yeah. It’s more than okay.”
I go back to massaging the very tops of his thighs, just below his ass—the small crease beneath each sculpted globe peeking under the towel. I brush my thumbs along them, and he shivers on the bed, letting out a controlled exhale. The towel rides a little higher as he shifts, reaching a hand down to adjust himself with a strained chuckle.
My mouth drops opens as my breathing becomes heavier. Light blond hairs trail down his crease. My eyes follow the seam toward his heavy balls. His cock is at full mast, pointing downward, wedged between him and the bed. I’ve never touched anyone’s ass before. I didn’t know if that would be for me, but suddenly it’s all I can think about. I want to run my finger down his crease, over his rim. I want to put my mouth there, taste him. The need running through me is so carnal, my cock throbs, already hard at the sight, leaking in my briefs. My hands have a mind of their own, slowly moving up until I’m holding each cheek tentatively.
“Can I—” I hesitate, blood rushing in my ears. “Can I touch you?” My thumb brushes gently over his crease. “Here.”
He nods rapidly. “Please. Fuck yeah, baby.”
All the air leaves my lungs as my hands trail higher over the upper curve of his ass, thumbs grazing his crease more firmly now.
I lean down and kiss one cheek, just above where it meets his thigh. I run my tongue along the underside of the curve as heshudders beneath my hands. I press another kiss closer to his crease, and he lets out a trembling moan.
I mouth gently along the line of muscle, tasting soap and skin, growing bolder as I reach for the towel and nudge it fully aside, exposing every part of him. I look down and see his cock leaking onto the towel trapped beneath him, a damp patch forming. I use my thumbs to gently spread his cheeks, exposing his rim, and the sound that leaves me isn’t human. I palm him more roughly, pulling him farther apart, and he hisses through his teeth. “Holy fuck, Gabe. I could come from just your eyes on me.”
It’s a head rush that he’s so turned on by me being in this position. It makes me want even more, makes me ravenous to make him feel good.
I kiss a path along his crease, skirting around his rim—never quite touching, just teasing, feeling the tension coil in him. His hole looks so tight. Could I get my tongue in there? My finger? My cock? The thoughts ricochet through me, shocking and thrilling. I wasn’t sure if I wanted anything like that, but in this moment, I’m certain—I want every part of Noah that he’ll give me.
I blow lightly on his rim, and it twitches under the attention, ripping a gravelly sound from him. Noah’s hips are twitching into the mattress now, the pool of precum growing. He’s vibrating with the same need I can feel thrumming through me.
When I finally let my tongue slide up his crease, he jolts on the bed.
He groans a drawn-out, “Fuck.”
The sound of his voice, already so wrecked, makes something fierce and possessive rise inside me. I place my mouth over his hole, massaging the outer rim with my lips while my tongue traces his entrance. I have no idea what I’m doing, I’m just going on instinct. What I do know is nobody could tear me away fromhim right now. I swirl my tongue over the tight ring of muscle, and Noah’s cry booms through the apartment. It encourages me to give him more. He tastes like he does everywhere else, like cedarwood with a faint trace of citrus, but it’s deeper here. I run my tongue from his taint to the top of his crease, and the deep sound that comes from him is close to a sob.
“That fucking mouth. So good. Please don’t stop.”
My eyes roll back, and I feel lightheaded as the praise washes over me. The trust and control he’s giving me to do this is overwhelming.
I bring my mouth back to his hole and lap at it. He cants his hips slightly, giving me better access. My spit is running down his taint and over his balls. I run one thumb through it and massage the sensitive patch of skin there. He gasps as his back arches. He’s so perfect.
His hole feels softer against my mouth now. I give one last suck before stiffening my tongue and pressing it forward. He moans, one hand gripping the pillow above his head, the other reaching back and sinking into my hair, tugging lightly to encourage my tongue deeper.
“Fuck,yes,just like that.”
I press in a little harder, then bring my hand that was massaging his taint to his cock. I grip him tightly and stroke, while I push my tongue in and out of his hole.
He spreads his legs even more, giving me access to all of him.
“Fuck,oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The curses rush out of him, and if I weren’t so consumed by him, I might laugh at his outburst.
He’s shaking beneath me. I moan into him, the taste and feel of him intoxicating, loving how he clenches around my tongue. His thighs tremble, his hand never leaving my hair.
