Slowly, in an agonizing way that was making me shudder from the sensory overload, he began the process of letting my deflating dick escape the comfort it had once been enveloped by. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Van gave me a smirk, those violet eyes sparking back at me. Now that I knew they were purple in their more natural form, I couldn’t really see the blue anymore. Like we’d unlocked a different level of our relationship.
I paused mentally as he slid up my body, making me lean down as he claimed me with another passionate kiss, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue. Was I thinking we were in a relationship? Obviously I knew we were comfortable with each other, too comfortable to be honest, given our current situation. But I didn’t want to muddle the boundaries we’d set on the plane about what this was. We were engaging in an awesome friends with benefits circumstance. I didn’t want to allow myself the space to think otherwise. I wasn’t planning on getting hurt by thinking that this was more than it actually was.
No, I refused to fall into the pit of my doubts. I wanted to savor this moment with Van, by any means necessary. I shut out all the lingering words threatening to wrap around my necklike a noose and refocused on the feeling of Van’s hands soaring across my skin.
Our liplock was hot and heavy, fueled by the orgasm he’d worked out of me. My tongue kept lashing over his languidly, teasing his in a coy way that made him chase right after mine in a dance of desire. My hands raked across his back, pulling his nude body against me as flush as possible. His hard as fuck length was sandwiched between the crevice of my thigh, begging for more contact as his hips thrust forward, hoping to catch more friction.
The thought popped into my head almost instantly, about the way that I wanted our next tango to go down. I broke our kiss as he swiped his thumb over my jaw, making me melt into his body even more as our eyes drank the other in.
“Lay down.” I coaxed him. “On your back.”
His eyes reflected that he knew what I was implying, but he shook his head, instantly making my nerves alert. “Not yet.” He leaned forward and kissed my neck, so that when he lifted his lips off my skin he could whisper in my ear. “I still have some work to do.”
In a blur of motion, Van slid down my body and hiked my legs up until he had wide open access to my hole. He dove in and started attacking my asshole with his tongue before I could take my next breath, taking that from me along with the surprise I wore on my face.
He spent the next few minutes teasing and probing my hole with his tongue, reminding me of the last time we’d had sex. I wasn’t complaining at the repeat of activity, because clearly Van was very into eating ass and I was grateful to reap those benefits.
Van came up for air, actually panting as he wiped his mouth again with the back of his hand, that lingering smirk on his face making my dick hard again. He settled back into his formerposition between my legs, but this time as he leaned down to kiss me again, I felt two fingers caressing my hole.
Pausing before my lips, he said, “I’m gonna use two fingers on you,” He nodded, like he needed me to know the plan. “Because I am dying to be inside you again.”
Fuck, he was so hot I didn’t know what to do with myself. How was I supposed to react when he said shit like that? I didn’t have much time to ponder on how my body would respond, because as soon as his lips crashed down on mine, he pressed his dual fingertips against my hole and awaited entry.
My entire body transformed into a coil, caving in on itself as I arched my back and made my frame press further into Van’s with delicious intent. I was moaning against the battle our tongues were involved in, his fingers working their way inside me in preparation for the pounding I was practically begging for. I wanted him so badly, all other thoughts had been cast aside, locked up and meant to be dealt with when I wasn’t throbbing with passion and the yearning to have his groans of ecstasy fill my ears.
Our kiss broke apart as Van started decorating my neck with his kisses, sparking my skin like his lips were a broken power line daring to dance against my neck. I was still writhing as he proceeded to push and pull his fingers inside me, running over that sensitive spot that kept making me see molten lava when I closed my eyes.
“So eager for me, aren’t you, baby?” He whispered in my ear swiftly before teasing my neck again with his tongue and lips.
Where the fuck did Van learn his sexy bedside manner? Because they deserved an award for how much I was eating it the fuck up.
“Yes,” I moaned back in response, suddenly finding my voice amidst the groans of pleasure roaring throughout me. “I want you so bad, Van.”
His lips lifted off my neck again. “Tell me what you want, Alistair. I want to hear it, straight from the source.”
Goddamn, okay. I didn’t miss a beat though, needing to play along because I knew what the prize was when I did. “I want you to fuck me,” I whimpered, feeling the speed of his fingers pick up as he kept twisting them inside me. “But I want to ride you, to prove to you how bad I want it.”
“Then show me.”
He was able to rip another groan from me as his fingers retracted, his hands trailing down my pecs and stomach. Van laid down on the bed beside me, my eyes cutting right to his manhood standing at painful attention. I made haste in sliding lower on the bed until my face was in front of his cock. I positioned my body so that my ass was easily reachable by his hands. As if he could read my mind or my subtle intention, his hand scaled the globe of my ass, clawing into my skin there and mewling. I scooted my face closer to his dick, grabbing his length by the base just as I felt his thumb trailing the ring of my hole.
Whimpering low at the touch, I took the head of his cock into my mouth and started swirling my tongue over him. Van threw his head back on the pillows, cursing as his gaze was careened toward the ceiling. I took as much of his dick into my mouth as I could without gagging, trying to make him as slick as possible for the main event. He’d prepped me well, but I was attempting to make it as least painful as possible.
I spent the next few minutes sucking his dick, trying to hide the smirk I wore when he was the one writhing underneath me for a change. It was comforting to know that I could make him unravel just as much as he could make me come undone. He playfully slapped my ass cheek, causing me to pop his cock out of my mouth and glare at him with a frisky stare.
“That’s enough,” He chuckled. “You’re driving me crazy and I don’t wanna come yet.”
I chuckled, moving to straddle his lap. Laying both of my legs on either side of his hips, I sat down, relishing the skin to skin contact. As I leaned back slightly to get comfortable, I could feel his dick tapping against my ass cheek, still slick with my spit and begging for more immediate attention.
“Now tell me whatyouwant.” I teased, using my hands to squeeze his tight pecs, adoring the feel of the hairy chest underneath my tantalizing fingertips.
“I think you canfeelwhat I want.” Van grunted back, seeing the playful frustration play across his features.
I leaned down so that our faces were close enough to kiss. His breathing was shallow and haphazard, like I really was driving him crazy. I’ll admit, the fact that I was driving him crazy was only fueling me more, making me more committed to dragging this out. “That’s not good enough, baby.” I decided to play with the pet names. Van needed to know that Alistair Finn could play with the big boys. And Van was a very big boy, as I’d learned first hand last time. “You’re going to have to say it.”
The uncharacteristic yelp that twisted out of Van’s mouth was like music to my ears. He wanted me so bad that my edging him and making him wait was making me come undone in a way I hadn’t been able to experience the last time we’d had sex, because of how fast we’d both been dying to grind our bodies together. This was was much better, and much more vulnerable than before.
Not to mention, it was a hell of a lot hotter. I’d already came and my dick was probably harder than it had been when it’d been in Van’s mouth. But, as much as I was enjoying the show, I was more than ready to ride Van in that moment.
