I pulled Brody’s clothing out of the way, frantic to get to him, feeling him lift his hips off the bed to help me and gaining some desperate hope from that. I didn’t wait. I took his dick, slowly rising to meet me, in my hand and took it all the way down my throat, making him gasp and swear in surprise.
I wasn’t going to let him get enough of a coherent thought to reject me.
I sucked him hard and fast, gagging on his length as he got fully hard and hit the back of my throat but carrying on anyway. I ran my hands over his thighs, over the curve of his ass where I could access the part he wasn’t sitting on, over his stomach and taut abs. I lifted his shirt up until he grabbed it from me and jerked it over his head, throwing it onto the floor with abandon. I looked up at him, met his eyes with his dick deep in my throat, and made sure he saw me.
He gave a shout and put his hand over his mouth, then pushed me off so fast I almost fell over.
“What?” I asked, panic filling my senses. He didn’t like it? He thought it was too much? He was going to tell me to get lost, after all?
“Too fast,” Brody panted, holding onto his own cock and looking down at it like he’d never seen it before. “Jesus. I was gonna…”
“Cum down my throat?” I asked eagerly, sitting up on my knees. “That’s what I want.”
“But I wanted to enjoy this for longer,” Brody argued. He ran a hand back through his hair. Something was uneven here. He was naked and I was fully dressed. I grabbed his jeans where they were pooled around his ankles and shucked them off the last inch for him, throwing them aside, then reached for the hem of my own shirt.
“You can enjoy it all night,” I promised him. I would give him my body all night long to do whatever he wanted with, so long as he didn’t walk out or tell me to stop. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that wasn’t going to be enough to stop me from feeling shitty, but it was the only thing I had to offer.
I couldn’t give him anything more.
Tossing my shirt over my shoulder, not caring where it landed, I stood only for long enough to tear the rest of my clothes off and drop back to my knees between his legs. “Let me take care of you,” I told him, my voice low and husky, and then immediately took him back into my mouth again.
Brody groaned long and low. I looked up to meet his eyes, so he could see me sucking him off, and he threw a hand over his mouth to stifle his response. His eyes slid shut as he threw his head back in pleasure. I kept up the pace relentlessly and he tensed, then shot, making a strangled cry behind his hand as his load hit the back of my throat. I swallowed around his dick, milking him for every drop, wanting everything he could give me.
He flopped back against the bed, spent, but I wasn’t done. I let his dick slide out of my mouth with a popping sound that made him whimper in response, then I crawled another inch closer to the bed and hooked my arms under his thighs.
“What…?” he asked faintly, lifting his head to look at me as I lifted his legs into the air, pushing them up so I had better access to his ass.
I gave him a devilish grin for just a moment, then leaned forward to flick my tongue around and over his rim.
“Oh, god,” Brody groaned quietly, his head hitting the bed again. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Not at all,” I said innocently, using one of my thumbs to continue the contact while my mouth was busy talking. “If you’re dead, you can’t make me cum in return.”
Brody moaned again, lifting his hips minutely towards me - a motion that told me I was on the right track. I lowered my head and tongued his hole again, swirling around his rim and pulling back just slightly every time I needed a breath to check on his soft cock.
Little by little, the more I worked him, the harder it started to get again.
“Lube,” I commanded him, raising my head just a little to make the necessary demands. He didn’t argue or protest, but simply reached for my drawer and grabbed the bottle, tossing it gently down the bed towards me. As soon as I had my hands on it, a glob of silky-smooth liquid glided over his hole and over my fingers. I inserted the tip of my index finger inside him, swirling it around before withdrawing, watching him twitch and jerk in response.
His neck and cheeks were red with need and arousal, a sure sign I was getting somewhere. Ass play clearly got him just as hot when it was done to him as when he was doing it to me. “You know,” I said casually, pushing my finger in slightly further and pulling back again. “I’m not just a one-trick pony.”
“Huh?” Brody asked, his voice faint. He was clearly too far gone in arousal to say anything witty. Theride mepun was right there.
“I’m versatile,” I said, keeping up my pace. Brody squirmed against me, his hips bucking slightly on the bed. “I can be a top or a bottom.”
I held my breath waiting for his response, biting my lip to find out whether he was into that – or whether we weren’t as sexually compatible as I’d thought.
Brody
Through my haze, I wasn’t even sure what Ace was saying.
“Huh?” I said again, panting for breath at the feel of his finger inside me. I groaned low as he added a second finger to the mix, increasing the slight burn that was all too familiar.
“Top or bottom,” Ace repeated. “I can do both.”
“Oh,” I said, breathless and not sure why he was insisting on making that point. “Yeah, me too.” Wasn’t that obvious from the way I was squirming to get him deeper inside me? Couldn’t he have guessed from the fact I had a reputation for sleeping with just about anything that moved while I was with Cade? Top, bottom, spit roast, train, orgy… I’d had enough experience trying just about anything that not a lot was still off-limits.
And the one thing I knew for sure about myself was that I lovedall of it.
