He grunts as he frees his dick, which thwaps against his abs. “Whatever you want.”
I realize that he’s about to explore my asshole, and nervous anticipation coils inside me. “I might have gotten a little sweaty in that tux. Maybe I should jump in the shower.”
His hand land on my hip possessively, rubbing me as he holds me down. “No. Just like this.”
Warmth gushes through me. “Okay.”
“Tell me how to rim you.”
I shift my weight, pushing my ass back for him. “You think I know? Just do what feels good, and go slo...oowww.”
The coarse drag of his beard up my crease steals my breath. It’s like little needles of pleasure are stabbing me over and over, hitting a part of my body that I’ve somehow never noticed before. The electric heat zips through me, and my cock strains and aches like there’s one raw nerve connecting it all.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, burying my face against the mattress. “Just like that.”
Troy grunts. It’s like the first time he sucked my cock. He’s all hungry instincts, thrashing his tongue and his lips against my hole. It’s somehow so subtle and so intense at the same time, and I’m already falling apart, groaning his name like he’s everything.
“Give it to me,” I demand, loving that he cares about getting me off. “Just like that.” With a deep breath, I arch my back and push my hole against him, taking his tongue hard against my rim.
His strong hands are on my abs, my hips, my thighs. He grips me and positions me, and finally he enters me, plunging his tongue past my rim. I’m sweating and dripping precum. I fist the sheets, thrusting my ass back against him.
His rough grip around my dick is more than I can handle. I fuck his hand and bounce my ass, taking his tongue deeper and deeper.
I climax, and my orgasm seems to go on forever. I don’t know when it started, but I transcend dimensions while I gush semen all over Troy’s bed.
As soon as I can see again, I wrestle Troy to his back and suck his dick down, losing myself in an epic blowjob. I come again when he climaxes, and I end up flat on my back in the middle of the bed, sticky and hot and staring at the ceiling without a thought in my head.
Troy stands, pulling his body away from me, which fucking sucks. He exits the room and returns with a few towels and a glass of water. He’s still got his knee brace on, but it’s crooked, and he adjusts it while he looks at me.
“Come to clean up your younger lover?” I ask.
He throws the towel at me. “Next time I get at that ass, you’ll be lucky if I don’t spank you again.”
I chuckle. “Promises, promises.” As I wipe the towel across my cum-streaked chest, I let out a yawn. “Fuck, was that an exhausting night.” I look up to him. “Don’t suppose you’re the sleepover type.”
Troy’s jaw tics. I said it jokingly, but I’m shocked when he avoids my eyes and mumbles, “You think I’m the kind to kick you out?”
I arch an eyebrow. That’s not exactly a yes, but it’s not a no, either. I’d love to just pass out in this bed. It would feel amazing, actually, but only if Troy actually wants that, too.
I stay there, not leaving.
He huffs. “Stay,” he finally says as though I’d just worn him down, although all I did was sit here in a naked sex puddle. “Or don’t. I don’t fucking care.”
Before I can say anything else, Troy takes the towel from my hand.
“Here,” he says and gently wipes down my thigh. “You got cum all over the damn place.”
I grin, enjoying the sensation of being cleaned by him. Appreciating Troy for a million reasons because he’s the exact person I trust with an experience like this. Honest, dependable, and real.
There’s no way I’m bothering to put a tux back on tonight.
CHAPTERTWENTY
TROY
I spend most of the night wide awake.
First, I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Orlando sleep, totally consumed by the fact that he’s here.
