“Please,” Tommy begged, lowering his chest to the bed and pushing his ass into the air. “Please, Mike.”
“Tell me,” Mike demanded, his breathing rapid. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your… your tongue in my ass.” Tommy spoke into the sheets, but Mike heard every word. “Love it when you do that.”
“That’s it,” Mike praised him. “Say what you want, what you need.” He gripped the waistband of Tommy’s briefs and pulled them slowly over that firm ass until they were around his knees. Then he leaned forward, spreading Tommy’s cheeks and pushing his face into his crease, rubbing his beard over the soft skin.
“Oh yeah.” Tommy’s low moan rolled out of him and morphed into a full-blown groan of sheer pleasure when Mike flicked his tongue over his hole. “More,” he gasped, pushing back, and Mike slowly licked from his tailbone down over his hole, over the perineum to his balls, rolling them in his fingers and then moving to stroke firmly down his shaft. Tommy moved faster, hips rocking as he reached back to push Mike’s face more deeply into his crack. Mike chuckled.
“Fuck, you’re hungry.” And without waiting another second, he pushed his tongue at the tight pucker, again and again, until he could feel the muscle give a little. “That’s it, push out, just like I told you.”
He was rewarded with another low moan, and suddenly Tommy relaxed. Mike licked into that hot little hole, loving the cries that spilled from Tommy’s lips until he was moaning constantly, begging for more.
And Mike wanted more too.
He rolled Tommy onto his back and kissed him before pulling off his briefs and dropping them to the floor. Tommy pulled Mike down on top of him, unable to lie still beneath him. Mike kept up the slow rubbing of his cock against Tommy’s, rocking his hips, getting faster, until Tommy was pushing up hard. Mike grabbed onto him and rolled them so that Tommy was on top. He stared up at his lover, breathing more rapidly. “Condom… nightstand.”
Tommy nodded. He knelt astride Mike and reached into the drawer to pull out a condom and the bottle of lube. Mike held his dick around the base, and Tommy rolled the latex down over it, fingers tight around the shaft. Mike shivered at his touch; this was gonna be quick. Tommy slicked up his hand and then coated Mike’s cock before reaching behind him to slide his fingers over his hole and then slip them inside him. Tommy was almost vibrating with need as he stretched himself, preparing for Mike’s cock.
Mike held his breath as Tommy moved into a position where he could guide Mike’s dick into him, easing him in slowly, until finally every inch of Mike’s shaft was buried in that tight ass. Tommy shuddered and rolled his hips, a slow, careful movement.
“Oh, youaredeep. That’s perfect.” He leaned forward and kissed Mike on the mouth. “Love you.”
Mike put one hand on Tommy’s waist, the other around his cock, which pointed upward, hard as granite. “Love you, Tommy.” He smiled. “You feel so good on my dick. You gonna ride me, or shall I do the work?”
Tommy’s lips parted. “Oh, I love it when you push up into me.” He brought his chest down to meet Mike’s, their lips almost meeting so Mike could feel his warm breath on his face. “Please, Mike, do it. Do it hard.” A shudder rippled through him. “I need you. Need to feel you inside me, fillin’ me.”
His words fulfilled a need deep inside Mike. To hear Tommy giving voice to his desires was sheer heaven.
Mike wrapped his arms around Tommy, holding him tight as he began to thrust up into him, slowly at first, hips rolling up off the mattress to slide his cock into that hole that pulled him in.
Tommy never lost eye contact. “Like that, yeah,” he said breathlessly.
Mike kissed him. “You mine, Tommy?” He gave another roll of his hips, going deeper this time.
Tommy shivered. “Yours. Have been yours since you took me that first time.” He smiled. “Been waitin’ for you to catch on.”
Fuck. Mike thrust faster, fucking up into that tight body that welcomed him, drew him in. Tommy groaned and joined their mouths in kisses that matched the intensity of his thrusts.
Mike pulled at Tommy’s dick. “Getting close, baby.” His fingers were slick with pre-come.
Tommy sat up and leaned back, his lower body rocking on Mike’s cock. “Me too. C’mon, Mike. Make me come.”
Fuck, yeah. Mike wanted to feel that splash of heat on his chest, feel that ass clenching around his shaft. The two of them moved together, bodies damp with perspiration, skin glistening in the afternoon light. His balls were tight, the feel of Tommy wrapped around his cock too much to hold off his climax any longer. “Ready?”
Tommy tossed back his head and cried out. “Oh, Mike, now, now.”
He could feel Tommy’s dick swell in his hand, and then Tommy came, back arched, mouth open, his body milking Mike’s cock. Waves of pleasure, so intense they took Mike’s breath away, flowed over and through him as he came deep inside Tommy. His fingers dug into Tommy’s hips as he held on tight, both of them jolted by the force of their orgasms.
Tommy fell forward, their slick skin meeting as they kissed. Mike returned his kisses, desperate to keep the connection, their bodies locked together as they rode out the last of it, their movements slowing until at last Tommy lay quiet on top of him, his body a welcome weight. Mike stroked over damp flesh, fingers curling through Tommy’s hair, his cock still inside his lover.
Tommy lifted his head and smiled. “Wow.”
Mike grinned. “Wow? That’s all I get after that performance?”
Tommy’s eyes gleamed. “I’ll give you my ratin’ later… when I get my breath back.”
Chapter Thirty
