Kieran’s wearing tight briefs that hug his perfect ass, and I can’t wait to get my tongue into it. I don’t waste a second as I drop to my knees behind him, my hands gripping the firm muscle through the thin fabric. I lean in, pressing my face right against him, and breathe him in.
My fingers hook into the waistband of his briefs, and I peel them down, slowly. When they’re finally pooled around his ankles with his pants, I spread his cheeks with my hands and groan. He’s perfect. Fucking perfect.
“Look at you,” I say, my voice thick with awe and the possession I always feel when I’m around him. He sticks his ass toward me even more, desperate for me to stop teasing him and finally touch him. “You just can’t help yourself around me, can you, baby?”
He scoffs, turning his head to the side to glare down at me from the corner of his eye. “You’re the one who can never keep his hands to himself. You’re obsessed.”
I smirk, and without any warning, lean in and swipe my tongue flat over his hole. He cries out, his hands slapping back against the wall to steady himself. I do it again, and again, lapping at him. I love the taste of him, the way he squirms and moans for me. I point my tongue andpress the tip inside, just a little, teasing him. “You like that, baby? You like my tongue in your ass?”
“Fuck, Jace,” he breathes.
“‘Fuck, Jace,’ what?” I prompt, licking slower this time before I pull back again. “What do you want, K? Use your words. Or are you too far gone already?”
“Don’t stop,” he demands.
“So demanding. You’re so bossy for someone who’s about to get his ass eaten until he can’t remember his own name.” I dive back in, my tongue working him open, licking and sucking at his rim as he writhes on the wall and pushes back into me more.
I stand up abruptly, turning him around and scooping him up in my arms. He lets out a happy shriek as he wraps his arms around me, and I carry him bridal style to the bed. I lay him down on his back, then stand up to pull off the pants from around his ankles, stripping out of my clothes in the process.
“Let me grab the lube,” I say, quickly finding the bottle in my bag. “How do you want to do this? Want me to finger myself while I continue to eat you out? Or want to finger each other?”
“As much as you know I love when you eat me out, I can’t let you have all the fun.” Kieran smirks, grabbing the bottle from my hand. “Lay on your side; we’re gonna sixty-nine.”
“My favorite position back in high school, and one of my favorite positions now,” I joke, thinking about that day in the woods.
Now isn’t the time to reminisce, though, as he handsthe bottle back to me. I squeeze the gel on my fingers as he shifts into place, his hard cock inches from my mouth and one leg bent up for easier access. I reach between his legs so my first two fingers are teasing his hole, and he mimics my movement as I take his erection into my mouth. Kieran grunts at the dual sensation before he swallows my cock in one swift movement.
Our heads bob in sync as he works his tongue over my dick. His mouth feels so good, and since I can’t say that to him, I work to show him. My tongue presses into his slit as I easily work one finger inside of him, then two, stretching him as he does the same to me.
“Okay, okay,” K says, pulling off me. “It feels too good. I need you to fuck me now.”
“I was just thinking that,” I say with a laugh. I get up and quickly grab a towel from the en suite and set it down on the chair in the corner of the room.
“Come sit on my cock,” I instruct.
Kieran doesn’t have to be told twice. He straddles the chair, facing me, as he sinks down onto me. We both groan in unison as he bottoms out, his body arching against mine. He’s got the sluttiest little back arch that makes me absolutely feral for him. My hands trail down his waist to his hips as he fucks himself so perfectly on me as my head falls back against the chair. “Fuck, K. You feel incredible.”
“Same,” he pants, bracing his hands on my shoulders as he bounces on my dick. “God, I missed your cock inside of me the last few days.”
I lean forward, my lips brushing his ear. “Then ride me like you mean that. Show me how much you missed it. Show me how much you need me.” I slide one hand up his chest, rubbing my thumb and pointer finger over his nipple and squeezing his pec. He moans loudly as he slams down on my cock over and over again.
The way he’s riding me is incredible, with each roll of his hips sending a jolt of pure pleasure through me. He’s chasing his own high, and as great as I know that would be, I’m not ready to let him have it yet. I can feel the tension coiling in my own gut, but it’s too soon.
I grab his hips, stilling his movements with my cock buried deep inside of him. He whines in protest. “Jace, what the fuuuck?”
“Not yet, baby,” I growl. “You’re not coming yet.” I lift him off my cock, his body trembling with the denial. I stand, carrying him to the bed before spinning him around and bending him over it. His perfect ass is presented to me, and I don’t hesitate. I thrust back inside, hard and deep.
“Fuck!” he cries out, his hands fisting in the duvet.
I set a punishing pace, my hips snapping against his ass. I reach around, wrapping my hand around his rock-hard erection and start to stroke him slowly, a stark contrast to the brutal rhythm of my hips. “Fuck, you’re so close. I can feel you throbbing in my hand. But you’re not coming until I say so.”
“Please,” he begs, his voice muffled by the bed. “Jace, please, I’m right there.”
“Nope,” I say, pulling out of him abruptly, leaving his hole empty and clenching around nothing. Before he can protest, I’m yanking him to his feet. “Your turn,” I snarl, dropping to all fours on the bed. “Fuck me like you mean it, Sparkles.”
He groans, probably still feeling the loss of me inside of him, but doesn’t need to be told twice. I hear the click of the lube bottle, and then his fingers are inside me again only for a moment. He lines his cock up and slams into me, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Fuck, Jace,” he groans. “You’re so tight. So fucking hot like this. I love being inside of you.”
