“Ah, fuck. Nash. Fuck, please. FUCK!” Hearing Corey lose control to the point where all sense of decorum and politeness had been forgotten is the biggest turn-on I could imagine.
I press my middle finger once again to the small bump inside him that makes him jolt with pleasure and immediately tense up. I know he’s desperate to come, but being the good boy that he is, he’s holding off until I tell him he can. His whines sound panicked now, though, and I can tell he’s holding it back so hard it probably hurts a little.
I pull off his dick and shush him reassuringly before I say, “It’s OK, baby. Come for me.”
I barely have time to get my lips back around him before he erupts in my mouth, pulse after pulse of hot cum landing on my tongue. I swallow him down, desperate for histaste. I press down on his prostate with the fingers still filling him, and he wails loudly as a second wave of his orgasm barrels through his spent body. I swallow every drop he has for me, and when he finally stops shaking with his release, I remove my fingers from his hole and push him back up on the countertop so he’s sitting more comfortably. I stand in front of him and feed him my tongue, still laced with his flavour, and I groan in his mouth as he sucks hard.
He pulls away from me, his eyes looking slightly glazed, and he smiles dreamily at me. “I loved that.” I cup his face and kiss him again, softer this time.
“I loved it too.”
“C-can I…” He trails off, sounding unsure. I hold his face more firmly, forcing his gaze back to mine.
“Can you what, baby?” I ask, and his whole body melts into me at the term of endearment.
“Can I do that to you? Suck you? Please? I want to.” His sweet voice sounds so much more timid now than the loud, ecstatic cries from a few minutes ago, and the juxtaposition between the two sides of this man just makes him all the more fascinating to me.
“You want to taste me?” He nods at me, licking his lips until they glisten. “Mmm, I want to feel your hot mouth around my dick.” I help him down off the counter, leaning him back against it while I make quick work of removing my clothes, until I’m as naked as he is. He watches my every move, his heavy-lidded eyes burning with want.
I’m a little self-conscious standing here completely exposed in front of Corey. He’s so slim and lithe, and I am… not. I’m big, brawny, and have a small layer of fat over my chest and belly. I’m not overweight, but I’m not muscular either. Stocky is the word I think. It’s a hangover from my rugby days at school. I stopped playing the game, but never lost the physique.
My uncertainty must show on my face, because Corey wraps his slim arms around my neck and leans in to give me a gentle kiss, his tongue stroking the seam of my lips until I open for him.
“Nash, you’re so sexy,” he says, his hands moving up into my short hair before trailing down my neck to my shoulders and then to my sides, where he rubs them up and down my body. “I love this strong body. I can’t wait to feel you pushing me down into your mattress, but for now, let me taste you.”
“Fuck,” I growl, spinning us around so I’m leaning against the counter. “Get on your knees,” I command.
The way Corey reacts to direct instruction is incendiary to me. He does as he’s told, dropping to his knees with a thud. I frown at him in concern, but he doesn’t register it, too desperate to get my fat cock in his mouth. Before he can make a move, I grab the oven gloves from behind me and fold them in half, leaning down and guiding him to lift first one knee, then the other. I kiss him gently on the tip of his nose, and he smiles softly at me in thanks.
He leans in and licks the precum from the tip of my cock, and I sway on my feet. Groaning in pleasure when that smile shifts to hunger, I watch as he takes my cock into his mouth. He holds it there and looks up at me, pleading in his eyes. I know just what he wants. Holding the back of his head, I press my hips forward a little more until he’s holding every last one of my seven inches in his mouth, my tip deep in his throat. I stay there for long seconds until he taps my thigh, and I pull back. Corey pants a deep breath before taking me in all the way once more. My eyes roll back in my head as I press him close to me, his nose buried in my pubic hair, until once again he taps my thigh. I releasehim, and he pulls off, a thick line of spit trailing between his lips and the tip of my dick.
He’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I feel changed, like the man I am with Corey is so perfectly aligned to what he wants, that I could never have been meant for anyone else.
“Fuck, Corey. Do you know how sexy you are?” I stroke his cheek softly as he gazes up at me, his eyes almost unable to focus. “That’s it, baby. Spit on my dick, get it nice and wet.”
He shudders through his whole body, then does exactly as I ask, releasing a thick droplet of spit onto my cock before using it to stroke me. “You’re so big,” he croaks, his voice affected by the pressure of my cock in his throat from a moment ago.
“It’s all yours. Now, make me come like a good fuckin’ boy.” His eyes roll so far back in his head I worry for a split second he may pass out, but when his gaze comes back to mine, those green eyes blaze with emerald fire. He licks, sucks, swallows, and nibbles around my cock. At one point, he grabs my foreskin with his lips and tugs on it, and I cry out in ecstasy, never having felt that almost ticklish sensation before. He pulls off and looks up at me, his eyes burning, and I look down to see his cock is hard once again. He whines, needing more from me.
I pull away from him and scoop him into my arms as he gasps in surprise, carrying him through to the living room, where I lay him down on my large sofa. When he’s flat out below me, I climb on top of him, facing his feet, and feed him my cock even as I take his back into my mouth.
He goes to town on my cock as I fuck into his mouth, wet and sloppy with his saliva. I push in deep, filling his throat and swallowing him down to the root at the same time.
I pull off him and say, “Don’t swallow,” before taking his length back into my mouth just in time for his second orgasm to fill my mouth as mine does his.
“Mmmph,” he moans around me as I pulse rope after rope onto his tongue. I pull back slightly, as my orgasm continues to barrel through me. I’m taking a chance here that we’re as compatible in bed as we are in all the other ways we’ve discovered so far. Not everyone enjoys what I’m about to do, but it’s something I have always wanted to do, something I find extremely fucking hot. I just hope he does, too.
When I’m spent, and he’s holding my cum in his mouth, I lift myself off him, turn, and pull him up to lie on top of me. He wraps his wobblyarms around my neck and looks down at me.
“Now, feed it to me,” I say, gruffly, if a little hesitantly. I needn’t have worried. Corey’s eyes widen initially in surprise, then burn with desire as he positions himself directly over my face and spits my own release into my open, waiting mouth.
I groan at the sensation, relishing in the way this man just understands me in all ways. He gets me. I know he does.
How do I know?
Because when he spits my cum into my mouth, then kisses me savagely as we share my release between us, his cock twitches uselessly against my stomach even as he growls for more of the taste of me.
Our kisses eventually slow, and I hold him tight to me, his bare arse plump and round in my hands. I press kiss after kiss to his mouth until there isn’t a hint of my flavour left, and all I can taste once more is him. With one final peck to his lips, I press my forehead to his and revel in the silence that, with him, feels calm and finally centred, and not oppressively off-balance and lonely.
