“Now, would you just shut up and kiss me?” he demanded.
I had no idea how we undressed or how we ended up on the bed. But the feel of Lorenzo curled around the back of me, his arm draped over my waist, hard cock pressed snugly between my ass cheeks, his warm mouth closed around my earlobe, sucking softly, ignited a burn so harsh, I doubted I’d be able to withstand the flames it unleashed in my body. My cock twitched in anticipation and I shifted my hips back.
“Fuck, Rayden,” his guttural groan rivaled mine as he ground against me, the tip of his cock grazing my entrance. He bit down on my earlobe, shooting tingles down my spine, making me harder, desperate to come.
I was still so amazed, how every time this man touched me, kissed me, and fucked me, felt so unreal yet so fucking right.
“You ready for me, baby?” His husky words tickled my ear, detonating goosebumps over my skin.
“Fuck, yeah.” My hand fumbled for the lube on the nightstand, and he took it while sucking hard on my neck. My cock painfully stiff, I lowered a hand and fisted it.
“Don’t.” Lorenzo growled in my ear and I released my hold, closing my eyes against the need thrumming through my body.
My hips bucked when I felt his gentle fingers massage the lube around my entrance before sliding in a finger. “Please,” I groaned, not recognizing the pleading voice as mine. I was so turned on, it hurt to breathe.
“Please what, baby boy,” he nipped my ear and added another finger.
“Fuck me, Lorenzo,” my voiced cracked with desperation. I reached for my cock again and he stilled his fingers.
“Touch yourself and I’ll leave you hanging,” he warned. Grunting my frustration, I pulled my hand away. “Good boy.”
“Fuck you,” I muttered.
“Soon.” His chuckle annoying yet so fucking sexy, I was ready to blow my load.
He slowly worked his fingers in and out of me and I shifted my hips again to get more friction. My breathing sped up, an orgasm I couldn’t control on its way. “Fuck,” I groaned, turning my head into the pillow.
“Don’t come, Rayden.”
“Jesus, fuck, I can’t,” I mumbled, unconsciously flexing my hips in time to the rhythm of his fingers. And then he pulled out. Startled, I breathed our harshly, “what the fuck.”
“Shh, baby,” he whispered against my neck then angled my head before his lips claimed mine. I groaned into his mouth, his tongue and teeth clashing with mine. Greedy for this man. For his touch. His taste. His essence. And he gave me what I needed. He bit my lip, dragging his teeth across the bottom one before slipping his tongue inside and seducing the fuck out of my mouth until I couldn’t breathe.
When he pulled back, disappointment flooded me as moved away. But it was only for a second, to change position. He settled between my legs and took my mouth again, this time, with a slow mind-bending hypnotism. My body burned, I could feel my cock pulse with the need to come and when he ground his hard dick against mine, I lifted my hips, greedy for more friction. He was having none of that.
He raised his body as his tongue traced a delicious path down my chin and neck before swirling over a nipple, hardening it to a peak then moving across to the other. He sucked and nibbled until I grasped his muscular arms, my fingers biting into the hard skin. His mouth continued to trail down my abs, nipping my quivering skin and flooding it with goosebumps.
“Christ,” I hissed out.
I didn’t miss his low chuckle as he moved further down then I stilled, lifting my head to look at him. My cock inches from his mouth. If I flexed, the head would kiss his lips. With his eyes on me, he flattened his tongue against the shaft and sucked up from the hilt to head. Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d seen, and I whimpered. Fucking whimpered.
My chest heaved. I’d had plenty blowjobs before, the anticipation of this one, though, left me breathless and my body on edge. But he was intent on baiting me and blew warm air over the wet head. I jerked. “If you don’t take me into your fucking mouth now, I’m going to shove my cock down your throat,” I growled.
Offering me a smug grin, he cocked his head to one side, the challenge unmistakable. “What’s wrong, Rayden? Too much for you?” He pressed his mouth to my cock, letting just the head push past those thick lips, his teeth grazing the soft skin there.
“Fuck!” I yelled, my hips bucking. His firm hold on my pelvis and stomach, kept me from slipping further in. He wrapped a hand around my thick girth and stuck his tongue in the slit, licking at the precum. My head dropped back to the pillow. “Damn,” I hissed out.
He did it again. “You like that?”
I lifted my head to look at him. “You’ve got no fucking idea,” I panted, gripping the sheets. “Please,” I begged.
I had zero control of my emotions right now and he gave me what I wanted. He swallowed me to the hilt, shocking me and I reacted instinctively, thrusting up and hitting the back of his throat.
“Sorry,” I rasped, expecting him to gag, he didn’t. Instead, he groaned, the vibrations shooting to my balls, pulling them up tight. So, I did it again, thrusting up, harder and harder and each time he groaned, I bit down on my need to come.
I pushed up onto my elbows to watch him. He winked at me, his eyes, glazed over with desire, held mine steady. Then he withdrew and sank all the way to the hilt again, the pressure changing each time he swallowed me. When his hand cradled my balls, I shoved a hand into his hair, flexing my hips to match his bobbing head. He fisted my cock, stroking as he sucked my balls into his mouth.
“Wow.” Fuck, this man had me by the balls. Literally and figuratively
