Taking that information to heart, I continue licking all around him, pulling his balls into my mouth one at a time, tugging on his sac lightly while running my hand up and down his shaft at a torturously slow pace.
“Liam, please,” Damon grits out. “Go faster. Squeeze harder.Something.”
Getting closer,I think to myself.
Grabbing the bottle of lube from where it sits on the nightstand, I flip the cap open and coat my middle finger.
Watching my movements, Damon sighs in relief. “Thank fuck.”
I don’t even try to fight my smile. He makes me feel confident and powerful, and it’s a heady feeling.
Nudging his knees wider, I push one leg up to his chest as I slather his hole with the lube. I watch the ring of muscle contract at my finger’s touch.
“You’re gonna have to relax, baby. I’m not going to force my way in and risk hurting you.”
Dropping to my stomach, I pull his dick into my mouth before quickly realizing I need my other hand.
“Hold your leg up like this for me,” I instruct, happy when he immediately takes it and opens himself up for me even wider.
Bracing myself on my left elbow, I’m now free to squeeze the base of his dick while I suck and rim his hole with my finger.
“Liam, I swear to all that is holy, if you don’t start filling me up, I’m going to be dead by the time you sink your cock into me.”
“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” I ask, no hint of joking in my voice at all.
Rotating my hand palm up, I begin to press forward gently.
I’m trying to give him time to warm up to the size and pressure, but I must be taking too long because he starts rolling his hips, using my finger to fuck himself.
“I want to tell you to slow down, but I can’t. That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I admit.
“More,” he says in response.
If my guy wants more, who the fuck am I to deny him?
Adding more lube and sufficiently covering my indexandmiddle fingers, I push back in again, first with one, then pull out just a little to bring my index finger alongside my middle and begin sliding back in.
“Ohmyfuckinggoddontstop,” Damon rushes out in one long, breathy word.
“I need a better angle,” I tell him, stopping my movements so I can carefully sit up and rest my ass back on my heels. Wanting better leverage to hit whatever spot he hit in me the other night, I lean my torso forward, my left hand taking over from him topush his leg to his chest as I slide my fingers in and out of his tight ass.
The way he’s strangling my fingers has my dick rock hard already in a silent demand to let him have his turn.I’m ready. Send me in, Coach.
Once I have both fingers buried to the hilt, I bend them, blindly searching for his prostate. I’ll have no idea when I hit it unles?—
“Fuck!” Damon cries, his abs contracting forcefully.
Ope. Found it.
I swipe again and again, torn because I want him to come like this, but I also want to be balls deep inside him when it happens.
Damon leans up, grabs my wrist with both hands, and rides my fucking fingers like they’re the key to his salvation. His eyes are screwed shut, and his lips are parted as he pants.
“Can you take a third?” I ask, barely recognizing my own voice.
“Skip it. Just give me your cock,please.”
“Absolutely not, D. I’m not going?—”
