“What do you want?” he whispers, his voice low and smooth.
I can hardly get the words out. “I want your mouth on me.”
He answers by catching my right nipple between his teeth, and the sensation rips through me like lightning, short-circuiting everything but want.
“I want to taste you everywhere, baby,” he groans.
Guiding me towards the bed, his hands are firm and insistent on my shoulders. The backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I go down hard, breathing in shallow gasps.
In one swift motion, he tears off my pants and underwear, stepping back to drink in the sight of me. I’m laid out bare for him, my skin prickling with exposure, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the heat of his gaze. My white socks, the only stitch of clothing I have left on, still cling to my feet.
“Fuck,” he rumbles.
His eyes roam over me, reverent and ravenous, mapping every inch of my skin, like he’s memorizing every detail. Standing in front of me, still clad in his pants, the imprint of his hard dick throbs, a restless beast trapped against the fabric.
He kicks off his shoes, a smirk playing on his lips, and seductively slides his joggers off, revealing leopard print underwear that clings to him like they’re painted on. My mouth waters.
“God, take them off,” I beg, my voice hoarse with need.
He gives me a show, his hands sliding under those sexy briefs with excruciating slowness, teasing me with a glimpse of his pubic hair before his thick, beautiful, hard cock springs free, slapping against his stomach.
Next come his heavy balls, already high and tight, ready to spill. He slides his underwear off the rest of the way, kicking them aside.
The room is silent, except for our ragged breathing, quick and uneven.
Then he’s on me, his mouth capturing mine in a fierce, bruising kiss, his hands exploring my body with a desperate certainty, as if memorizing a landscape he never wants to forget.
Our cocks align, the exquisite sensation of velvet skin sliding over our steel shafts, thrusting me too close to the edge.
His mouth breaks away from my lips, tracing a wet, hot path down my neck, his tongue a relentless explorer. He finds my right nipple, sucking and licking it to a stiff peak, before journeying to my left, his tongue swirling and sliding, painting a map of pleasure.
He dips into my belly button, and then he’s there, where I need him most, his hot breath teasing my cock.
Dropping off the bed to his knees, he licks the pre-cum leaking from the tip, his tongue a gentle, maddening torment. Without hesitation, he engulfs me in his mouth, devouring me like I’m his last meal. I’m enveloped in his heat, the tip of my cock hitting the back of his throat. He swallows, the muscles constricting around me, and I’m lost, drowning in sensation.
“Aiden, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” I gasp, my voice a desperate, strangled plea.
He pulls his mouth off of me, a trail of spit hanging between his lips and the tip of my dick, a lewd sight that nearly sends me over the edge. He looks up at me, his pupils blown wide, dark pools of lust.
“Come for me, down my throat,” he commands, his voice low and feral.
He goes back to sucking me, his head bobbing, his cheeks hollowing, stroking himself in rhythm with his mouth, but the edge of the bed is blocking my view. I can’t see it, but God, I want to see it.
I’m teetering on the edge, my body tight, my nerves firing zaps of electricity. It only takes a few seconds before I’m erupting in his mouth, an earth-shattering orgasm ripping through me, causing my legs to shake and my back to arch.
“Oh, fuck,” I yell, my voice a hoarse, ragged cry as he swallows down every drop of my cum, his throat working, his eyes locked on mine.
He keeps sucking me through the aftershocks, his mouth relentless and torturous until I can’t take it anymore.
“Aiden, please stop, you’re killing me,” I beg, my voice shaky and breathless.
Finally letting me go, a chuckle rumbles out of his chest as he licks up the length of my softening dick.
He kisses the tip, a tender press of his lips, before he crawls up my body, his mouth finding mine, the taste of my cum an overwhelming, intoxicating invasion of my senses.
I need to get my mouth on him.
Firmly grasping his sides, in one fluid motion, I flip us so I’m straddling his hips. The hardness of his erection presses against me, grinding into my ass.
