His eight-pack came into view as he lifted his hips to peel down his shorts. I couldn’t look away as his heavy cock bounced against his lower abs.
“Like how you eye-fuck me on the field when I’m yelling at you.”
I grinned. “Guilty… as charged.”
Carson reached up and dislodged my hand from my cock, only to replace it with his fist. Sighing with relief, my eyes closed, and my head fell back. Breathing deeply through my nose, I tried to stave off coming as he made firm pulls that weren’t enough to get me off, but kept me on edge. All I could think about was how he touched me and how I needed more of him.
“You okay, baby?”
Startled at the endearment, I looked down at where he held me in the palm of his hand.
“Yeah,” I breathed, “but I need more.”
Carson released my cock to open his arm for me. “What do you need?”
Even though we’d spent one night together, I still wasn’t used to hearing my hookup ask me that question. But I guess he wasn’t that anymore, and I had an answer.
“I need ya to fuck me hard, then cover me in your cum.”
Wasting no time to get skin to skin, I wedged my knees outside his hips. Carson’s hands went to my waist as I reached back to press his tip to my hole.
His fingers tightened on my skin as my cock bobbed. But Carson’s sharp tone caught me off guard. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready for you to pound me.”
He scowled. “I don’t think so.”
Before I knew what was going on, he pushed me back between his legs, then shoved my knees into my chest.
“What the fuck?” I laughed.
Carson moved quickly for a big man, and I was here for his manhandling.
“Let’s get something straight right now.”
I swallowed, unable to look away when he used that demanding tone. Maybe I had a daddy kink I didn’t know about. All I knew was I loved the way he scowled at me.
“We’re not ready to fuck unless you pre-gamed before you came up here,” he said, centimeters from my face. Reaching around, he put a finger on my hole to check, making me moan.
“Don’t be a tease. Shove it on in there.”
When he found no evidence, he lifted a brow.
“That’s what I thought. You are not going to deny me the opportunity to eat your ass. You got that?”
I licked my lips and nodded like a good boy. “Yes, sir,” I huffed out. He was squeezing the air out of me.
Picking himself up, he leaned over to the end table.
Craning my head, I watched as he opened a small decorative box, then took out two packets. There was no way I could pass up teasing him.
“Aren’t you a good camper scout, being all prepared like that? I bet they’re numbered by the expiration date, aren’t they?”
Leaning back on his feet, I saw the smile playing on his lips as he grabbed my knees and shoved them into my chest again. He was ignoring me, but I’d keep talking if it meant he kept handling me the way he did.
But there was no time for that when he got on his belly and buried his face between my legs. I moaned as he licked a stripe from my hole to my balls. My eyes rolled back in my head as I fisted his hair, clutching him to me like a lifeline.
Carson hummed as he worked me over, eating my ass and sucking my balls into his mouth. He was ravenous for me, and I wanted everything.
