My attempt almost made him spill his own coffee, but I gave him time to put it away and then tried again.
I reconnected our lips, and I didn’t realize how much I’d missed kissing him until I was doing it again. He was so addictive. I didn’t think I could ever have enough of him.
I pushed my tongue inside his mouth and climbed on top of him, sitting on his hips. It didn’t take long to feel his cock harden against my balls and taint. It made me rock hard in mere seconds. Hard and thirsty.
He cupped my face with both hands as he intensified our kiss, and I started grinding against him. Even though there was a comforter and my pants in between us, I still felt the full force of him.
I moaned.
I moaned in his mouth, and he moaned back, reverberating through me and making me even hungrier for him.
My breathing became rougher and my heart beat faster as I started my descent onto his body, my descent into absolute pleasure.
I pulled the covers down and grabbed his cock when Samir reached for my other hand.
“Are you going to eat that?” he asked, looking at the cookie I was holding.
I tightened my fist around his cock and stared at him full of mischief as I crumbled the cookie all over his chest and stomach.
“What are you?—”
“Eating my cookie,” I said and flicked my tongue over his crown, teasing him, then placed my tongue over his abs and started licking the ginger crumbs.
He throbbed in my hand, and I returned to his mouth so he could have a taste. He gasped on contact, and I passed a small bite of cookie into his mouth then returned down to his cock so I could pay special attention to it.
I pressed his slit open, forcing whatever precum I could out of him then licked it off him before I captured his glans with both lips and swallowed his cock.
My cock jerked, desperate for release. As if it hadn’t had enough of that all night. I guess that was what it was like being awakened after being in slumber for years.
I stroked him and sucked him at the same time, staring at him, watching the effect I had on him, and I felt like my body was on fire.
“Turn around,” he gasped.
“Hmm?” I said, my mouth full of him.
“Turn around, Cole,” he repeated, clearer now, and I obeyed.
I lined up my cock and ass with his mouth and let him have his own feast, which naturally he took advantage of and held my cock in his hand.
I focused on my own, but then a few moments later I heard the crackling sound of the cookie bag, and before I could turnaround, I felt his tongue lashing at my taint. Then something sprinkled on me, sticking to my wet skin before being hungrily consumed by Samir.
“Are you using the cookies on me, Mister?” I asked.
“Shhh. You had your meal, let me have mine,” he said, and I felt a fresh sprinkling of cookie crumbs on my tight muscle before he shoved his tongue in my hole.
I gasped.
He pushed against my tight ring of muscle and squeezed my cock in his hand and didn’t stop until I let him in, feeling the spice light up every nerve on my hole and the rest of my body.
With every shove, every lick, every jerk, I felt weaker and weaker, tingly all over from the effect of the ginger. I did my best to focus on his cock and bring him pleasure.
I stroked and sucked and swallowed as much of him as I could, gasping, panting, and moaning against him, and when he added a finger inside me along with his tongue, I just about lost it.
I collapsed against him and let him use me any way he wanted to. I tried to blow him, but I was too weak and too out of breath so I resolved to jerking him off instead. I dragged my fingers along his length when I could focus enough, but his exploration of my ass was too intense, too good.
I guessed if he was going to torture me like that then it was okay if I tortured him by not letting him have his release too.
“Fuck, Samir. You’re gonna make me come,” I whimpered, but he didn’t stop.
