I kiss his thigh and then turn and kiss the other. “I didn’t realize that I thought a lot of cum was hot,” I tell him, enjoying the way he squirms when I keep my touch light. “But now I really want to see how much you can shoot.”
Gabriel palms his balls, tugging them and displaying them for me. “Oh, I can work up a fat load for you.”
The idea makes me even hornier. I push my hand up his cock one more time, feeling the silky skin and steel erection, and then drag my palms to his hips. “Do you want my mouth on your cock?”
“You really want to make me come?” Gabriel rolls over and pushes his hips back, offering me his ass. “Lick my hole,” he says and takes my hand, placing it on his rear.
This isn’t something that’s featured prominently in my fantasies over the years. And I’ve definitely never performed analingus before. But his firm globes are so taut in my hands. When I push his cheeks apart, the faint hairs that grow at his rim captivate me. His entrance clenches tight, and even though I’m not touching myself, I can practically feel the squeeze on my dick.
I groan Gabriel’s name, shaky with desire.
Every time I’m with him, I do something unexpected. I should stop being surprised by myself.
My dick throbbing in confirmation of how much I want this, I drag my tongue in a long, slow lick up his crease. The sensation is overwhelming. His musky scent is sweet and intoxicating, and all the muscles in his body go taut beneath me while he groans and buries his face in the couch.
“Fuck. Spencer. Your tongue is so nice.”
I swirl around his rim, gripping his cheeks tight. I’d have assumed that this would freak me out, like I’d think it was dirty or gross or just too much, but the moans and growls coming from Gabriel are addictive. I can feel the pleasure he’s receiving from every lick, reverberating back to me, and my erection twitches in response.
I just keep thinking about the orgasm I’m building up in him, the semen heavier in his sack with each lick.
His hole feels so fucking good, hot and greedy against my mouth. I thrust with my tongue, pushing his tight rim until it opens, and when I penetrate Gabriel, he writhes his hips back, taking my tongue deeper.
“Just like that. Fuck yeah.” His hand finds my shoulder, pulling me to him. “Don’t stop.”
I keep licking. My face is buried between his cheeks. I can barely breathe, but I don’t care. I’m gasping and huffing, and somehow, my index finger works his spit-slicked rim, stretching him further.
“Oh fuck,” he groans. “My balls are so heavy.”
I palm his sack. It’s full, tight and hot to his body, and Gabriel practically collapses when I stroke up to his dick.
“Spencer,” he gasps.
I’m grunting, still thrusting my tongue deeper as I palm him. I want to drive him to his climax just like this, but I’m not quite ready.
With another huff, I pull my face back and gasp breath. Gabriel’s limbs are sprawled in every direction, his body loose on the couch, but he recovers enough to turn and face me again.
“Spencer Wilchins,” he says approvingly. “Love the way you eat my ass.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and stand, pulling him up with me. Gabriel gives me his weight, his eyes glazed over with pleasure as he leans against my chest, and I allow myself to kiss him as I walk him toward the wall.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I tell him, my voice firm, more confidence rising up in me with each new act we explore. “I’m going to get on my knees and suck your cock. I’m going to lick you and stroke you and torture your wet crown with my lips until you’re coming apart at the seams.”
Gabriel bucks his hips against mine. I push him lightly against the wall. I’m talking dirty for his reaction and glad that I’m earning it.
“Because I’m fucking hungry, Gabriel. And your dick is the only thing that can satisfy me.”
His surprised grin satisfies me deeply.
Yeah, I said that. And, even better, he likes it.
Gabriel brushes his fingers over my lips, my hand still pushing his shoulder to the wall. “Suck me, Spencer,” he says. “Suck every last drop of cum out of me.”
I drop to my knees and huff his crotch. My eyes roll back at the power of his scent, and I curl my fist around his base. His erection throbs in my hand, and I grip him tight at the base as I drag his sticky crown over my lips.
He groans, plastering himself back against the wall, and I take him in my mouth.
Breathing heavy through my nose, I drag my lips up and down Gabriel’s shaft. His hands are all over my head, stroking my hair, but he lets me steer. The curve of his cock pushes his crown to the roof of my mouth, and with every stroke, I take him deeper.
