“Fuck, baby. Are you trying to kill me?”
He encourages me to step out of the jeans, then steps away. I feel bereft at the space between us, but realise he’s just switching off the oven.
“The only thing I want to eat right now is you,” he growls. Fuck, I love it when he growls. He returns to me and strokes my hips reverently. He nuzzles into my groin, and I feel his nose press against the bulge of my cock in my tight underwear. He takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent, and when his eyes almost rollback in his head, I have to pinch my forearm to distract myself from coming before he’s even touched me.
He sticks out his tongue and presses it to the small, damp patch where my precum has soaked through. I’m unbelievably turned on after so long with only my own hand for company, and I feel the fabric of my boxers getting wetter by the second as he mouths at me through the material. Abruptly, he stands, hooks his arms underneath my arse once again, and hoists me back onto the kitchen counter. He kisses me again, a slight hint of me on his tongue from where he tongued me through my jockstrap. Fuck, this man is sexy, and if I die tonight from wanting him, I’d like the police to know it was entirely consensual.
“Mmm, delicious,” he moans as he returns to mouthing at my cock through my underwear.
“Please, Nash. Please,” I beg, and he, seemingly suddenly unable to wait any longer, tugs my jock down by the waistband. I lean back on the counter slightly so I can lift myself up, and he can discard my underwear… somewhere.
He groans loudly when his gaze lands on my hard dick, the bulge of his own erection visible beneath his jeans. The fact that he’s stillfully dressed while I sit here naked on his kitchen counter is entirely too sexy.
I don’t have a huge dick. I’m a small guy, and my dick is proportionate to my body at probably only about five inches or so, but it’s never been harder than it is right now. The pink head is wet with precum, and it peeks out from my foreskin, just waiting for Nash’s mouth to engulf it.
He takes my length in his hand, leaning over me to press a bruising kiss to my lips, possessing me with every sweep of his tongue. I respond instantaneously, following his lead in a dance that feels as good as it tastes. I whimper into his mouth, and he squeezes my cock until another bead of precum forms at my tip.
“Hmmm, does my little rabbit like when I squeeze his pretty little cock?” Nash’s voice is carnal lust, and it sets me on fire.
“Y-yes. I r-really like it,” I pant, embarrassed by how my voice is suddenly high-pitched and airy.
“Should I taste it?” he asks, his voice so gruff, it doesn’t even sound like him.
“Y-yes, Nash. Please, oh God, please.” I’m writhing shamelessly on the countertop, and Nash takes my hips in his hands to hold mesteady. He licks his way down my chest, making sure to tease my pink, pebbled nipples as he grazes past them. When he reaches my dick, he swallows me whole, all the way to the root in one sure move, and I cry out in ecstasy.
“Fuck, Nash. Ohmigod.” I’m being loud and vocal, and I can’t fucking help it. Nash seems to like it too, if the muffled moans and heated gaze are anything to go by. He uses his teeth to nibble at my foreskin a little before swallowing me down again, and I let out a feral little growl that is beyond humiliating.
He looks up at me like he wants to devour me with lust and squeeze me with fierce, cute aggression all at once.
I guess he likes it when I growl, too.
Noted.
Thirty
Nash
“Mmm, you taste good, baby.”
Corey groans at that as I lick up the length of his dick before retracing my steps and going down, down, down until I reach his perfect, round balls. They’re smooth, his most personal areas waxed to perfection, unlike the coarse hair that he keeps trimmed neatly at the base of his cock.
He’s close, balls drawn up tight to his body, pulsing with his need to release. I take first one, then the other in my mouth, using my grip on his hips to pull him forward slightly until his arse is hanging over the edge of the counter. I release his balls and use all my strength to hold him up as I lower myself to my knees in front ofhim, resting his calves on my shoulders for support, and angling my head upwards to lick from his balls, along his taint, and into his crease until I reach his beautiful, pink hole.
Just the sight of him like this, exposed and at my mercy, is enough to send me dangerously close to my own orgasm. I pinch the base of my cock, until I’m sure I’m not about to ruin this evening before it gets going, and then I reach up and lick at his hole. I lather him with my saliva, pressing the tip of my tongue inside him over and over again to loosen the tight ring.
He’s restless above me, cursing and calling my name with breathless pleas of more, more, more, and I’ve never felt so powerful on my knees than with this man. I pull back and return to my feet, staring down at him as I suck two fingers into my mouth, soaking them, before returning my mouth to his dick and swallowing him down. I take my soaked fingers beneath him and gently press one finger into his tight hole.
“Ah! Nash, yes. Don’t stop. Please!” he yells, and I swear to God, if I wasn’t already thinking that this man could be my future, I’d be sure of it now. The way he moans, whimpers, writhes, and cries out for me feeds my possessive soul the way a man lost in the desert woulddrink from an oasis, gluttonous and messy, and all I need to survive.
“I need to come. Fuck, you feel so good. Can I come?” His voice is thin, desperate, as he begs.
“No,” I reply, determined to draw this out as long as I can. I never want to stop tasting him. Corey whimpers at my response, and I chuckle deep in my chest. At the same time, I crook my finger inside him and press against his prostate. He cries out, but I don’t relent. “You can hold it for me, can’t you, baby? I want to taste you some more.”
Corey whines in protest, but not for long. “Yes. I can do it. I p-promise,” he breathes.
“Good boy,” I growl at him, standing up and gently removing my finger from his body, then I lean over him to take his mouth in a filthy, wet kiss. He’s a bit dazed as I return to his cock, licking and sucking until he’s about to come, pulling off only to tease him again. I bring my left hand to his mouth and point two fingers towards his tongue. “Make these nice and wet.”
Corey whines with excitement before taking them so deep in his mouth, I swear I’m in his throat. The fact that he doesn’t gag even the slightest bit makes my dick throb. In fact,as much as I’m enjoying this teasing dance, the need to come is almost overwhelming. So, when he releases my fingers, dripping with the thick saliva from the back of his throat, I don’t hesitate to lower them to his hole and swallow his dick to the root again as I press them deep inside his tight heat with very little preamble. I’m not entirely sure how we went from me kissing him to this in the space of about ten minutes, but I’m not mad about it at all.
