He tosses the lube on his bed and then absolutely consumes me. His big hand wraps around the back of my neck as he holds onto my hip with the other one and his mouth explores mine.
His tongue licks its way into my mouth as his hard cock slides against mine. We’re both leaking like crazy, both hard as steel, despite having come less than an hour ago. My entire body tingles, begging for release. My balls already pulled up tight to my body, my hole begging to be filled.
“Want you,” I say as we fall back onto the bed, his body blanketing mine.
“You have me.”
“You know what I mean,” I grunt, my brain barely working, and I’m getting needy and frustrated.
I want to kick him when I feel the curve of his smile against my lips. “Let me take my time with you,” he breathes, and I want to argue, but the feeling of his lips sliding down over my neck as he makes his way down my body makes my eyes fall closed and my head tilt back into a calm like I’ve never known before.
Yes, I’m still turned-on, but I’m patient.
I want every second of him as his lips trail down my throat and over my shoulders, my arms, and then back up to my pecs and over each nipple.
I hiss when he flicks one of them with his tongue, but it turns into a groan when he runs the flat of it over the peaked nipple and then over the other before slowly moving down the groove between my pecs to my belly button.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says gruffly, moving his body down to settle between my legs.
He licks over my hip bones, using his hands to move my legs apart, bending them back gently and taking in the sight of my hard cock, tight balls, and then finally my hole.
I watch with wonder as he dips his head and licks a stripe up my cock, making me hiss with want and desire. My cock jerks and pleads for more, but he doesn’t give it any more attention. Just moving down to my balls, licking and sucking over them, driving me wild before his tongue circles my hole, making me jolt. “Gabe,” I gasp.
“You like that?” he asks, running his tongue over my rim slowly, his eyes peeking up at me, though he knows the answer to that.
“Do it again. Please,” I beg.
I feel the sinful smile against my skin before his tongue circles my hole again, over and over, softening it before he slides the appendage inside me. I cry out, my eyes slamming closed and my breathing picking up as I try to remain under control. I don’t want to come yet.
I need his dick inside me, but he slowly fucks me with his tongue, in and out, over and over again. Taking time to circle my hole and then fucking me again with his tongue. His hands move over my abs and my thighs like he still needs to touch me but knows it would all be over if he wrapped his hand around my cock like I’m silently begging him to do.
I hump the air and ride his face, unashamed and frantic. “Please, please, please,” I chant, my fingers gripping his hair as I hold him between my cheeks, letting that tongue flick inside me, lighting up my nerve endings. I’ve never had anyone eat me out before, and now that I know what I’ve been missing, I think I could easily get addicted. But I need his cock.
I need him to slide into me and feel that feeling of being full of him in every way. So despite how good it feels, I have to stop him. I tug on his hair, just enough to get his attention. He stops his blissful torture, looking up at me from between my eyes. “Your. Dick. Now,” I barely manage.
His pupils are blown wide, his smirk full of a sexy promise as he climbs up my body and doesn’t hesitate for one second before slamming his mouth against mine. I taste myself on him, and it only makes me harder. We slide our hard, leaking cocks together. “You’re so tight. So warm,” he gasps in a biting kiss. “I can’t wait to slide into you.”
“Do it,” I beg, directing his cock to my hole, but he doesn’t slide in like I want him to.
He pulls back. “Turn over.”
I nearly headbutt him, trying to do as he says, and again, I want to kick him when I hear his laugh. He sits back on his knees while I roll over and push up on all fours, presenting my ass to him.
I don’t care how desperate I look. I am desperate, damn it.
“Fuck me.”
Again with his chuckle. I look back over my shoulder at him, ready to yell at him, but what I see takes my breath away, nearly making me choke on it. He’s kneeling behind me, his hand, covered in lube, stroking that long, thick cock as his eyes are trained on my hole.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I see the sincerity in his eyes even before his gaze lands on my face. “I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t care,” I say, my voice hoarse. “I need you.” I arch my back and look forward again because if I keep watching him watch me, I’m going to come without needing anything else.
I feel his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks open. I should probably feel embarrassed about him staring at my hole, but I don’t. Not at all.
“Fuck,” he breathes, sliding one slick finger inside me. I love the stretch, pushing back against him and rocking my hips, my arms straining to hold me up. He adds another finger to my already-soft hole, and I ride them, pushing back, begging for more but trying to be patient.
“Please. Fuck me. Your cock. Now. I’m ready. I’m goooood.” Okay, so I failed at being patient. That’s fine. I’m fine with it.
