I don’t know if it’s my half-sleep state or just him being gone for so long, but I feel like I need him. Right here. Right now.I unzip his jacket, sliding it off as I find his lips, slipping my tongue into his mouth. We work together to get the rest of his clothes off, and I turn him so his back is to the bed and guide him backwards until he’s falling onto it, me on top of him.
He moans, his hands sliding up my back and pulling me closer. His fingers slide through my hair as he grips the locks tight, his mouth moving hurriedly against mine.
I move to his neck and make my way down his chest and stomach until I reach his cock, which I take into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, his hand coming to rest on my head. “Wait, hold on—”
I look up at him, raising a brow. “I have to run out early in the morning to drop off some samples a few towns over.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I ask.
“Because I want you to know, so you don’t wake up and find me gone and not know where I am.”
I lean up and kiss his lips. “Think I’m going to tire us out so much we pass out right after?”
“No, notthink…know,” he says, his voice tinged with humor and lust.
I huff a laugh, then go back to his dick. Even in the low light, I can see his pronounced veins, the small bead of arousal pebbled at his tip.
Saliva drips down, and I swipe it up, dragging my finger over his hole. It clenches and he moans louder.
“Is this okay?” I ask, running my lips along his shaft.
“Yes,” he breathes out.
I lick the head of his cock while massaging his hole, over and over, until he loosens up a little and allows me in. I barely get a knuckle in before he’s tensing again.
“Relax,” I say.
I take him into my mouth, wanting him to focus on that, rather than my finger.
I suck him slowly, not wanting him to come, because I have plans for him tonight, but wanting him to let me in.
Eventually he does and when I press on his prostate, he jumps off the bed.
“Holy shit!”
His breath catches in his throat as his chest rises and falls, his lips parted as he gasps for air.
I kiss the tip of his dick, keeping my finger inside him while I crawl up his body to kiss him. His nails dig into my arm as I fuck him with my finger and deepen the kiss at the same time. He moans, his body relaxing as he thrusts into my hand.
“Another,” he breathes.
I smirk as I carefully add another finger, moving my mouth to his neck and sucking. His head falls back and he gives me moreof his neck, his deep moans filling the air. I swear, I’ll never get tired of this—of hearing the sounds he makes for me. It’s wildly addicting.
“I want you, Trey,” I whisper, resting my head on his shoulder.
“O-okay,” he says.
I fuck him hard and slow with my fingers, loving the way he feels around me. I don’t know what it is about tonight, but there is no holding back.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Definitely. Yes. Fuck—that feels so good.”
“Do you have lube? Condoms?”
“Drawer,” is all he manages to say.
