“Standard,” Cipher said. “A very hard salami.”
I took that as an invitation and dropped down to my knees on the carpeted floor, dragging the elastic of Cipher’s sweatpants with me. Just having them around his knees wasn’t enough for me, so I kept pulling until he lifted each foot. I maneuvered the material around his prosthesis and tossed the sweatpants aside. He turned around and I rubbed my hands up and down his muscular thighs, leaning in close to smell his manly musk but not touching him yet. Cipher’s abs tensed until I could count every single ridge of muscle that laddered up his torso. The lines of his groin were sculpted to perfection.
“Kitten,” he groaned as I licked just the tip of his cockhead, where it was poking out from under his foreskin, tasting his salty burst of essence.
“Yes, Cipher?” I asked, staring up at him innocently.
“You play too much.”
I took that as a challenge and began tormenting him some more, lapping at his balls and licking long stripes along his shaft, kissing his smooth head without taking him wholly inside my mouth.
“I’m going to spank you with this spatula,” he warned. As enticing as that sounded, I had something else in mind.
“Let’s wait on dinner. I want to blow you in bed,” I told him.
In what felt like two seconds flat, Cipher had turned off the camp stove and the two of us were fully naked and wrestling around in the bed. Finally, I had him pinned underneath me with both my hands on his hips to hold him down, making it my personal mission to prove that my cocksucking skills still reigned supreme.
“Kitten, you’re killing me,” he pleaded, out of his mind with the desire to come and tugging at my hair.
“Not yet,” I said because he’d taught me a thing or two.
“No, babe, wait. Hold up a sec.”
I pulled back while Cipher grabbed his cock and balls and squeezed, staving off his orgasm. “I don’t want to finish yet,” he said, still a little breathless. “I want you inside me tonight.”
Even with the hearing aid, my ears still played tricks on me from time to time, but when I glanced up to see the blown-out look in his eyes, that steely determination, I knew better than to question it. He’d never bottomed before, which meant he was probably nervous and he needed me to take charge and take care of him.
“On your stomach,” I said, reaching over his shoulder to where we kept the supplies. Once he was settled there, I kissed every knob of his spine until I reached the back of his neck where he still had a scar from the Rabid bite. I kissed the healed skin gently, loving that place on him more because it spoke of his resilience and of his body’s ability to heal. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Cipher.”
“I know you will.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yeah, I do. More than anything or anyone.”
“If there’s anything you don’t like, or if you decide you want to stop, just let me know, okay?”
“I will, I promise.” He took a deep breath, exhaled, then seemed to relax a little.
I angled his hips upward and stuffed a few pillows underneath him so he wouldn’t have to rely too much on his prosthetic leg. I didn’t bother with the lube just yet, but instead licked a long stripe along the lightly haired furrow between his cheeks, something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. His dark hair turned wet and silky, revealing a perfect pink star.
“Kitten,” he said, sounding broken already.
“Do you like it?”
“Mmmm,” he said, angling his hips for more. I spread his cheeks and kissed him there, pulling back on his buttocks to seehis cute little butthole winking at me as I gave it some extra special attention. Curling the tip of my tongue, I slowly edged inside him, opening him up little by little until his shy bud finally started to bloom.
“I could do this for hours,” I told him. Never having had this opportunity to play with him here, I was greedy for it, never wanting it to end.
“Is this payback for all the times I made you wait?” he asked, breathless but amused.
“This is the definition of delayed gratification,” I said, something he was always telling me.
I continued to soften him up with my lips and tongue until Cipher was restless and squirming on the bed, his body demanding more in a way I knew acutely. I fingered him next, just one lubed digit at first, softly probing his rim and inner walls. I found his prostate, a little bundle of nerves hidden like a nut in the ground, and applied pressure. He gasped and cried out as if I’d shocked him. “That’s the spot?” I said, wanting confirmation.
“Yeah,” he murmured.
By the time I had two fingers inside him, slowly coaxing him open, Cipher was sweating and nearly losing his mind.
