“Has anyone done this for you?” he asked between licks. His fingers pulled me wider, and his tongue made soft smacking sounds as he fluttered it around my rim. “Has anyone ever eaten you out, baby?”
“No,” I groaned, dying a little with every wet, wicked kiss. “Never.”
“Mmm.” I couldn’t be certain, but I thought his lips curved against my crease. “I guess you haven’t done everything, then, have you?” He put a hand on my lower back and pushed me down, wordlessly guiding me to his dick, which poked from the top of his pajama pants. His cock was longer and thicker than mine, his plump crown sitting like a prize inside its bed of downy foreskin. I knew exactly how soft and silky that bunched, tantalizing skin was. Had felt it shifting and dragging on my tongue when I sucked him off in Welch’s office. But it hadn’t lasted long enough. Not nearly long enough.
“Can I suck you?” I asked, knowing the question was a formality as I took his dick in hand and stroked.
He eased me off his face just enough to push the tip of one finger inside me. “You may. Take off my pants first.”
My hands were clumsy as fuck as I tried to focus on my task with his finger probing deeper, the burn of his entry putting a tremor in my voice. “You’re correcting my grammar now? I thought you were a history teacher.”
His chuckle vibrated my thighs. “I’m a writer, too.” He withdrew his finger and swiped his tongue firmly over my opening. “Ask me to touch you.”
I froze, my open mouth poised above his cock. He’d just touched me. Thoroughly.Orally. Now he wanted me to ask? Maybe this was some new game. With an inward shrug, I addressed his dick. “Please touch?—”
Thecrackof his blow hit my ears a split second before the pain flared over my ass cheek. I pitched forward, a shocked grunt spilling from me as I caught myself on my elbow.
“Not with your mouth,” Jesse said. He circled my entrance with his fingertip. “Ask me,” he said, his warm breath following the path of his finger. “Let’s see your pussy beg, sweetheart.”
Oh my fucking god.I groaned, embarrassed and turned on and even more turned on because I was embarrassed. I’d availed myself of the supplies in his bathroom, and I was ready for anything he wanted to do. But this was another level of kink. His words flashed in my head like a neon sign, bright and alluring.
The same hot, twisty feeling that had seized me every time I’d looked at the paddle on Welch’s wall returned, putting a wanton cry in my throat as I flexed my muscles and bore down, squeezing and winking my hole less than an inch from Jesse’s face.
“Good boy,” he said, running a light finger over the fluttering muscle. “So damn pretty.” There was a smacking sound, and I knew he’d licked his finger. He confirmed it a second later, growling, “Fuck, you taste good.”
With another groan, I sprawled over him and closed my lips around his dick. My own lay trapped beneath me, the friction exquisite as I started to bob up and down on Jesse’s cock. Salt andJessespread over my tongue. Cool air caressed my damp crease and quivering hole. Jesse’s cock stretched my mouth, his thick length nudging the back of my throat as I took him to the root over and over. It was a struggle, but I did it, slurping and sucking until my eyes watered.
“More,” he ordered, smoothing a hand over my back. Then his tongue was on my hole again, hot and aggressive. He thrust it inside me, licking and spearing. Rimming me until his saliva dripped down my cleft and trailed over my balls. And then he was licking those, too, tugging at the sensitive skin with little bites that made me moan around his shaft. He kept it up for a while, his ragged breaths and wet kisses filling the air. Then his finger coasted over my hole. And he must have doused his hands in lube on the down low, because his touch was suddenly slippery as hell.
I popped off his dick and twisted, trying to get a look at what he was doing, but he smacked my ass hard enough to force me back around.
“Stay down. Spread your legs. There you go. Lift your ass.” His gruff commands shot sparks over my skin as he got me into position, my thighs wide on either side of his head and my face buried in his groin. My cock hung heavy and aching between my legs.
He grasped it with a lube-coated hand and stroked. As I whined into the crease of his thigh, he used his other hand to push two lubed fingers inside me.
“Shit!” I cried, pumping my hips up, probably looking slutty as anything, but I couldn’t have stopped even if he’d called up his wolf and ordered me to. Thank fuck he didn’t. Just worked mydick with a firm, slick hand while he pushed his fingers deeper and stroked my prostate.
“You like that, baby?” he demanded, nailing my spot over and over. “Feel good?”
“Yes,” I gasped, riding his fingers in my ass and his hand on my dick. Caught between both and loving every second. God, if he’d thrust his fingers into my mouth, I would have sucked those, too. I wanted him in every hole. “Fuck, yes. Fuck me.”
“Oh, I will, honey. You’re getting fucked tonight.” He pumped his fingers in and out of me, the squelching sounds insane. “I’m going to go hard on this hole, so I need to make sure it’s ready for me. Is that okay?”
“Uh-huh.” I squeezed my eyes shut and burrowed my forehead deeper in his groin. “Ohfuck.”
My senses narrowed to him, only him. His masculine scent. His hair-roughened thigh against my cheek. His damp cock still trapped in my hand. His skilled fingers working my prostate. His raspy voice keeping up a steady stream of dirty talk, telling me I was a good, sweet boy with my tight hole and big dick. Telling me I was going to come so hard for him. All over him. And Isofucking was.
Curses spilled from my lips as I struggled to hang on. But I was dangling from a rapidly fraying rope, my body a heavy weight pulling and pulling me down. And then the rope snapped, but I didn’t fall.
I flew.
Into nothing. Into everything. I’d had plenty of orgasms in my twenty-three years. Living in a household as sexually repressed as mine, I’d turned beating off into a silent, satisfyingfuck youat every opportunity. As I’d told Jesse, I was no stranger to sex. Before I’d experienced it in the flesh, so to speak, I’d explored sin on the internet with the zeal of Jacques Cousteau mapping the ocean. I’d probably watched enough gayporn to land myself on some kind of government watch list. With all that viewing and jerking under my belt, I thought I knew all there was to know about coming.
Now I knew I’d only been playing. Warming up for something real and sort of terrifying. It seized me and emptied me and filled me back up with pleasure. Warm and so, so good that I couldn’t think. Couldn’t move, really, except to shudder and yell as I spurted my load over Jesse’s chest.
At some point, I became aware of his deep voice and warm hands. Clumsily, I followed his directions and rolled off him. I landed on my back, and he landed on top of me, his mouth on mine. Goosebumps rushed over my skin as I clung to him, grabbing every part of him I could get my hands on.
He deepened the kiss and rutted against me, his dick prodding my opening. Our chests slicked together, sweat and my sticky cum between us.
