I gave him privacy, sensing that was what he’d kind of been asking for, rolling over onto my side and facing the wall as he dug around in a drawer. I could imagine what the rustling noises behind me represented, my body twitching and pulsing in excitement.
When he came back up to the bed, I turned to look at him, my abdominal muscles clenching as a shot of pure arousal exploded inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed out, my eyes devouring his lithe, toned form. “You’re so hot. You didn’t tell me it would be like a jockstrap.”
He snorted, staring down at me with an expression he probably thought was cool and studied, but I could see the nerves in his eyes and body language. I wanted to believe that he was nervous because doing this with me meant more than when he’d done it with other guys.
“You never asked.”
“I should have,” I realized, my tongue flitting out to dampen my lips as I processed the sizable cock jutting out from his groin. Of course it was black, just like everything else he owned. Everything but his colorful, sparkly tattoos. I wondered if I asked him about them now if he’d have a different answer for me.
I was especially glad now that I’d asked for him to be gentle. It was a little bit intimidating to imagine taking all of that in, butI trusted him, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was going to have me drooling and whimpering on it.
“What’s that?” I asked, tilting my chin toward a little device in his hand.
“It’s just for controlling the bullet vibe.”
“What bullet vibe?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“The one I have right here,” he said, trailing his finger down his toned abs to tap at the base of the cock. Saliva pooled in my mouth at the thought of him grinding against a vibrator while he fucked me.
“Can I use it on you later?”
“Maybe,” he said. “If you’re good.”
“What doesbeing goodconstitute in this situation?” I asked. I needed all the help I could get. I’d never exactly strived tobe goodbefore.
He glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, like he was bolstering his patience, an expression I was extremely familiar with from him.
“Relaxing for me. Doing what I say. Not touching yourself, and coming just from my cock.”
Swallowing hard, I nodded. I could do all of that. Shifting onto my back, I wriggled down a bit so he could get on top of me, but he shook his head again.
“Nope. On your stomach,” he ordered, pushing at my hip to get me to roll over. “I’m going to get you all wet first, like you asked for.”
Groaning into the pillow I’d buried my face in, I felt my cock throb against his bedsheets, another fat drop of precum oozing out. I’d only ever rimmed other guys. I’d never had it done to me. I hadn’t consciously avoided it, but Aspen had me imagining all kinds of things I’d never thought much about before. I wanted him to do everything to me.
His weight settled behind me as he spread my thighs a bit with his knees. I jerked at the sudden sensation of his hands gripping my ass cheeks, his thumbs gently nudging my taint as he spread them.
“Jumpy?” He teased, and I shook my head, nuzzling into his soft pillow, breathing in how it smelled like him.
“Just keyed up,” I said. “See, there’s this smoking hot guy I’ve been talking to, and I think we’re finally about to fuck.”
“You talk about this guy a lot.”
“He’s pretty great. I think about him a lot. All the time, actually.” I could feel him leaning into me, putting more of his weight on me, and my anticipation was swelling and swelling inside me until I felt like I could blow up.
“I can tell.”
I opened my mouth to say something else, probably something silly that would make him either laugh or roll his eyes, but then his tongue slid over my hole and my words caught in my throat as I let out a strangled gasp.
Fuck.
My fingers dug into the sheets and my hips bucked reflexively as I whimpered into his pillow. I heard him chuckle, a dark and low laugh that rumbled along my flesh, making me shudder against him.
His tongue moved over me in long, slow licks, over my sac and taint, then coming back to my hole to flutter and tease all those sensitive nerve endings I hadn’t even known existed. His hands gripped the backs of my thighs hard, just under my ass cheeks, keeping my legs spread and planted to the bed. Not that he needed to do that. I was pretty sure there wasn’t a force in the world strong enough to push my legs closed before he could fuck me.
A moan poured out from my throat, my hips rolling back into him as his tongue dipped inside me, just enough to light me upwith pleasure, before slipping back to tease me with little circles. He did it again and again, fucking me with it until my toes were curling and my cock was throbbing and leaking, trapped under the weight of my body.
