My cock swells against his tongue, and when he looks up at me with hooded blue eyes, my knees go weak.
He pulls off with a playful smile, batting his lashes at me. As if I’d deny the man a single thing, with or without the lash batting. “Fuck my mouth,” he says, then swallows me back down.
Fuck. I grip his hair tightly in my hands, then roll my hips, fucking into the wet heat of his throat. He moans, eyes rolling back before they lock onto mine again.
It’s obscene and slightly unreal. I have no fucking clue how I got this lucky.
He doesn’t break eye contact the entire time; not when I pull out and tap my cock on his tongue, not when I slide back into the wet heat of his mouth. Not even when I do what he asked and fuck his mouth.
He moans and whimpers and gags a little, but he doesn’t look away, and he doesn’t ask me to stop. I slow down, too close to coming for comfort.
He shifts slightly, and I still my hips, then loosen my grip on his hair so he can pull off. His lips are spit-slick and shiny, pupils blown wide, and cock bobbing between his legs.
“You okay, gorgeous?”
He nods. “Can I fuck you?”
My mouth goes dry. “Yeah, definitely.”
Theo stands, then grabs the bottle of lube we keep in the shower. Like I said, insatiable when he’s feeling good, which is more and more lately.
I turn around and place my hands on the shower wall. Theo wastes no time. He presses a slick finger against my hole, then pushes it inside me. I gasp, my dick jerking.
He stretches me quickly, adding first two and then three fingers, his cock rubbing against my hip as he rocks into me.
“I’m ready, gorgeous,” I say softly, and he pulls his fingers free of my body.
The lube bottle snaps, and I shiver when the wet squelch of it over his cock echoes against the walls.
“I’m so fuckin’ glad we got tested,” I murmur, smiling to myself when he moans. “I want your cum drippin’ out of me.”
He presses his forehead to my back. “Stop talking. Your accent’s already thickening, and it’s so hot that I’ll come too fast and embarrass myself.”
I chuckle. “Come as fast as you want, gorgeous. I’ll take you to bed and fuck you after.”
His breath hitches, and he nudges my hole with the tip of his cock. “Are you sure?”
“Am I sure that I wanna drag a second orgasm outta you with my cock?” I choke out, my body burning for him. “I sure am.”
He slides into me with a breathy groan. “Fuck.”
Fuck is right. I brace harder on the wall, then tilt my hips back. Warm fingers grip my hips as he starts fucking into me. Despite how much I know he wants to come, he goes slow. At least for a second. It’s not long before he’s thrusting into me with deep, quick motions.
My balls draw up tight to my body, and I have to grip the base of my dick to stop myself from shooting off hands-free. Maybe I won’t be fucking another orgasm out of him after all.
“Hunter,” he breathes. “Hunter, Hunter, Hunter.” His voice goes tight, his hips losing their rhythm. “Ungh, I’m gonna come.”
I have to practically strangle my cock to keep from coming at the same time as him as he moans and buries himself deep. Each pulse of his cock sends me closer and closer to the edge, and I nearly sag in relief when he pulls out, taking the perfect fullness with him.
“Fuck, that was close, sweetheart. Almost didn’t make it,” I say. The sound of him hitting the shower floor echoes behind me, and a rush of panic hits me. “Are you—”
My voice cuts off on a breathy moan as he licks a path up the inside of my thigh.
Oh, holy fuck. “Are you lickin’ your cum off me, sweetheart?”
He hums what sounds like a yes and keeps going, licking up my thigh before splitting my cheeks and pressing his tongue to my hole.
A strangled moan bursts from my chest, and I drop my head forward, letting it rest on the shower wall. “Oh fuck, sweetheart.”
