He pressed his lips againstmy belly, beside the head of my cock, and then sat up.
I sobbed with frustration,bedclothes fisted in both hands.
“Roll over,” Fox said, voicehusky, tongue swiping over glossy lips.
The mattress creaked underme as I obeyed. Doing what Fox said in bed had always ended well so far.
I hummed as Fox’s warm bodycovered mine again, grinding my hips back against him. His cock slipped betweenmy cheeks and I moaned into the sheets.
“Are you gonna fuck me?” Iasked. I was still tender, but I didn’t think that should stop me. I could takeit.
Fox chuckled against theback of my neck. “Insatiable,” he murmured, pressing a kiss there and thenstarting his way down again.
His lips touched every bumpin my spine, all the way down to the dimples at the base. The bedclothes didn’t give me enoughfriction but I rocked my hips against them anyway, cock already leakingsteadily with anticipation.
Having Fox near my butt hadto be a good thing.
Fox’s broad hand splayed overone cheek, thumb digging into the underside. I gasped as he spread me open,squirming against the sudden exposure to cool air.
“Still a little sore?” Foxasked, stroking up and down my spine with the other hand.
I nodded. “A little.”
He was looking right at me,I couldn’tlie to him.
I didn’twantto lie to him.
“Poor thing,” Fox said,spreading the other cheek and squeezing tight. A low groan rumbled in my chest,hot arousal pooling in my gut. Fox looking at me like this was sohot.
No one hadeverlooked at me there. Just Fox.
“I had a lot of fungettingsore,” I mumbled,rolling my hips back into Fox’s grip. His hands felt incredible on my ass, thefirm massage sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.
“Really?” Fox asked, lipsbrushing against the swell of my ass. I hissed as sharp teeth nipped at theinside of one cheek.
Whatever I’d planned to sayin response turned into a moan as Fox pressed the flat of his tongue to myhole.
Oh fuck. Oh dearGod.
Fox was licking my asshole.
This was why he’d insisted on ashared shower when we got inandhad refused to do more than stroke my cock afew times. He wanted me clean and ready.
His stubble scraped againstdelicate skin as he licked a broad stroke between my cheeks. Then another, thenanother.
Precome poured out of me, awet patch spreading on the sheets.
“Fuck,” I sobbed, hipsgrinding against the mattress, then back against Fox’s mouth. I couldn’t decidewhether I wanted more pressure on my cock or my ass.
Fox laughed. He fuckinglaughed.
He was amazing.
“Not quite,” Fox said. “Mightmanage to get my tongue inside if you relax.”
Tongue inside.
Tongue.Inside.
