“Oh, yeah,” he groaned when Tate licked his balls, gently laving at first before sucking one and then the other. Again and again, he was driving Donovan out of his fucking mind.
He was watching when Tate slipped his finger into his mouth and lubed it with spit. Then as he began to caress Donovan’s asshole, lightly rimming him at first.
“Careful,” Donovan warned.
“You don’t like it?”
“Oh, I definitely do,” he admitted. “But you’re shreddin’ my restraint. You might find yourself gettin’ more than you’re ready for.”
Tate’s blue eyes widened, but there wasn’t a hint of fear on his face. He held Donovan’s stare, daring him to do his worst, as he pushed his finger into him, fucking gently. It was so fucking good Donovan had to grip the base of his cock to keep from exploding before he was ready. He allowed him to play for another minute, but then his restraint snapped.
He lunged for Tate, grabbing him and shoving him face-first into the mattress as he covered him with his body, letting him feel every hard inch of him. Tate relaxed beneath him as Donovan pressed his chest to his back and slid his cock between Tate’s tight little ass cheeks.
Oh, yeah. This was going to be fun.
“Are you scared now?”
Tate turned his head to the side, trying to reach Donovan’s mouth. “No.”
“Good. Now stay right where you are. Move, and I’ll spank your ass before I fuck it.”
Tate groaned, making Donovan grin.
“You like that, huh?” he asked as he got off the bed to retrieve the condom in his wallet and the small applicator-sized lubricant he kept on hand.
“Yes,” Tate admitted.
“Good, boy,” Donovan praised.
Tate remained where he was as he watched Donovan open the condom and roll it on before he twisted the tip of the lubricant and squeezed the contents in his hand. He generously coated his cock and his fingers before moving onto the bed behind Tate.
“Lift that sweet ass up,” he said, smacking Tate gently.
Another groan as Tate got into position.
“Be easy,” Tate said.
Donovan chuckled. “You think I’d impale you on my dick just like that?”
Tate grunted.
“You’re not ready for me yet,” he said, gripping Tate’s hips before leaning down and running his tongue along the crack of his ass, teasing his hole lightly at first.
“Oh, God, yes,” Tate cried out, pushing his hips back when Donovan began teasing more urgently.
Reaching around, he gripped Tate’s cock, letting him fuck his hand while he rimmed his hole, stirring the sensations in those sensitive nerve endings. When Tate’s cock was rock hard, Donovan pushed one finger into his ass, fucking him slowly. He kept at it, letting Tate work himself into a frenzy, rocking his hips.
“More,” Tate pleaded.
Donovan added another finger. He worked him then, stretching his tight hole by scissoring his fingers while continuing to massage his cock, getting him right where they both needed him to be.
“Donovan…”
“Tell me, baby,” he growled softly.
“Fuck me. Please. Fuck me with your monster cock.”
“You sure you’re ready?” he asked, pushing three fingers into his asshole.
