Cal’s eyes went wide, pupils blown so huge the blue was barely a memory. There was a tremor in his hands—half anticipation, half the memory of my mouth on his cock. But he obeyed instantly. He crawled up the bed, straddling my chest, his cock leaking and swollen, his body quivering with pent-up tension.
He braced himself above me, one knee on each side of my head, hands digging into the headboard for balance. His ass hovered just above my lips, round and perfect and flushed dark pink from arousal and the roughness of his own grip. The sight of him nearly made me come untouched.
“Lower,” I demanded, my voice little more than a snarl. “Let me taste you.”
He sank down, hesitancy gone, lowering himself until the heat of his skin hovered over my mouth. I inhaled him, nose buried in the crease where thigh met ass, the scent of him dizzying. My tongue darted out, licking a stripe from the base of his balls to the tight, pink pucker that winked at me, already slick from the mess we’d made.
“Fuck, Dom—” Cal’s voice was shattered, his whole body bowing forward as my tongue licked and teased, the tip flicking over the sensitive ring, circling, pressing, demanding entry.
I licked him open, savouring every reaction—the quiver of his thighs, the breathless curses he spat, the way his cock bounced against his belly, slapping slick against skin. He reached for himself, stroking his cock with one hand. His hole was impossibly soft, yielding to every lap and push, twitching as I sucked and buried my face deeper.
I spit on him, letting the wetness mix with my spit, then licked it all up, humming at the taste, the filth, the utter surrender he gave me. I tongued him harder, fucking into his hole, flattening my tongue to cover as much as possible, sucking until he was a mess above me.
“Don’t stop,” he begged, his voice breaking, hips rolling with every thrust of my tongue. “Fuck—Dom, please, more, need it—need you in me, want you to breed me, ruin me?—”
I growled, the sound vibrating against his skin, then pulled back just enough to speak. “You want it?” My voice was filthy, hungry. “Want me to fuck this perfect ass until you can’t remember your own name?”
“Yes—please, fuck, yes,” he gasped, jerking himself faster, his cock shiny with pre-come, every muscle tight and trembling.
I dove back in, licking him open, tongue pressing inside as far as it could reach, twisting and curling, eating him out with savage focus. His body shook, the headboard rattling from the force of his grip. He ground back onto my mouth, riding every lick, every spit-slicked drag of my tongue.
I wanted him to come just from this, from being eaten and worshipped and used, from the way my tongue fucked his hole and my words made him shake. I let my words tumble out, voice a ragged whisper between licks. “Look at you, so fucking needy—jerking that fat cock while I eat your ass. God, you were made for this, Cal. Made to be bred, to be filled until you leak for days.”
He whimpered, hand flying over his cock, the head drooling, every part of him open and desperate. I kept at him, licking, sucking, biting gently, letting my teeth graze the sensitive skin before I soothed it with my tongue.
I watched as his fist tightened around his shaft, the muscles in his arm flexing, his back arching as he fucked into his own hand and back onto my tongue. He sucked the fingers of his free hand into his mouth, moaning around them, desperate for something to fill him, to silence the sounds he couldn’t control.
I pulled my face away, licking my lips, breathless. “You want my cock in you?”
He looked back at me, eyes wild, cheeks flushed, sweat dripping from his hair. “Please. God, yes, I want you to fuck me, fill me up—make me yours, Dom.”
My answer was a feral, possessive smile. “Then get the lube,” I rasped, voice low and commanding, even with my wrists bound and my body helpless beneath him. “And do it right. I want you slick, open, desperate before you take me.”
Cal’s whole body shuddered with anticipation. He slid down my chest, the heat of his skin trailing over mine, and reached for the bottle in the nightstand drawer, hand trembling with the need to hurry. But when he returned, straddling my thighs, he didn’t rush. He met my eyes, something wicked and reverent and impossibly hungry in his gaze. He took a deep breath, holding the bottle aloft.
“Want to see you lose your mind first,” he said, and before I could answer, he twisted the cap and squeezed a line of cool lube over my chest, right between my pecs.
I gasped at the shock of it, back arching, the sensation heightened by the way Cal immediately leaned down, licking the slick trail with his hot, broad tongue. He pressed his mouthto my chest, licking and kissing, his tongue tracing the cut of my muscle, nosing into my armpit with shameless hunger. He nuzzled deep, inhaling, dragging his tongue in lazy, possessive swirls through the hair, making me jolt and groan.
“Christ, Cal,” I panted, head thrown back, straining at my restraints. “What are you—fuck?—”
He opened his mouth, sucking on my skin, biting at the soft, sensitive flesh, licking until I was panting, writhing, absolutely undone.
“You smell so fucking good,” he groaned against my skin. “Could live here, buried in you, forever.”
He trailed his mouth down the swell of my biceps, licking the thick muscle, nipping at the spot where my shoulder met my arm. He sucked a bruise there, then dragged his tongue down to my forearm, following the veins, pressing open-mouthed kisses to every inch of flesh he could reach.
My body was a map for him to devour. Every lick, every bite, every slow roll of his tongue sent heat pooling in my gut, made my cock twitch and leak, desperate for friction, for the drag of his body. But he took his time, lavishing every muscle with attention, worshipping me like I was something sacred.
When he finally poured more lube into his palm, he didn’t use it on himself first. He wrapped his slick hand around my cock, stroking slowly, twisting his wrist just so, watching the way my head fell back and my hips strained upward, needing more.
“You’re huge,” he whispered, thumb teasing the head, gathering the pre-come and smearing it down the shaft. “Can’t believe you’re going to fill me up. Stretch me open.”
My breath stuttered, everything in me taut, held on a razor’s edge of control. “You’re going to take every inch,” I growled. “Ride me until you can’t stand. Until I’ve ruined you for anyone else.”
Cal whimpered, voice gone high and desperate, hips grinding against my thigh as he slicked himself up with lube, his hand moving from the head of his cock down to his hole, fingers working himself open. He was quick but thorough, breathless curses falling from his lips as he stretched himself, slick and ready, trembling with need.
And then, finally, he climbed over me, positioning himself above my cock, one hand braced on my chest, the other guiding me to his entrance. He looked down at me, eyes fierce, and for a second the world narrowed to nothing but the space between our bodies, the anticipation so thick it felt like a storm about to break.
