“Two.”
He follows my example, revealing a tantalizing bit more of that sexy vee, and now it’s my turn to moan.
“Three.”
Our underwear drops to the floor. I’m standing in front of him completely naked, my dick wet and pulsing and ready for action. And his—
Christ, his cock is beautiful. It’s long and thick, with a slight curve to the left and a vein running underneath from the base to the tip. I can’t decide where I want it first. My hands are itching to stroke it. But my mouth wants a taste of the precum leaking from the slit. And don’t even get me started on my ass. It’s practically begging to be fucked. Hard.
He makes the decision for me, making a twirling motion with one finger.
“Turn around,” he groans. “And bend over.”
I obey that order quickly and eagerly, making him utter a low, guttural “fuck, yes.” For a few minutes, there’s nothing but the wet, sloppy sounds of his fist moving up and down his hard length. It’s lewd and filthy and I resist the temptation to join him, enjoying the pleasure-pain of not touching myself. Then I feel as much as hear him stand and come up behind me, dropping to his knees as he pulls my ass cheeks apart.
I think—hope—I know what’s coming, so I widen my stance and grab my thighs to steady myself. It’s the right move because seconds later his tongue is tracing a wet circle around my hole, making all the nerve endings in that sensitive spot sing hallelujahs.
“Holy shit,” I hiss.
“Damn,” he murmurs into my taint, taking me to a whole new level of pleasure. “You taste so fucking good.”
He buries his nose in my crack. “Smell good, too.”
I shamelessly push back into him. As glad as I am that my personal hygiene regimen is paying off, I want his tongue, dammit. He gets the hint, thank fuck, and gets back to rimming me, the room filled with dirty sex sounds. Sucking. Panting. Moaning. And a fair amount of incoherent rambling on my part.
It’s good. Too good. I’m close to embarrassing myself by coming before he’s inside me.
“Stop,” I gasp, pulling away and fisting the base of my cock to stop myself from spiraling out of control.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, sounding completely wrecked.
I turn to face him. He looks thoroughly ravished, kneeling at my feet with his hair in shambles, his cheeks flushed, and his lips red and ripe. It’s almost enough to push me over the edge, and my hand tightens around my dick. “I don’t want to come yet.”
His eyes flash with frustration. Or maybe it’s amusement, given the way he’s pressing his lips together, like he’s trying to hold in a laugh. “Don’t you have more than one round in you? I thought one of the perks of sex with a younger man was that they have a shorter recovery time.”
“I’ve never had any complaints,” I shoot back, one hand on my hip and my voice dripping with sass. “But I want you inside me first.”
“Do you have any lube?” he asks. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Bedroom.”
I sprint down the hall to my bedroom like I’m racing for the finish line, Ben hot on my heels. I go straight for the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer and tossing them to him. Then I get on all fours in the middle of the bed and waggle my ass at him temptingly.
“You don’t have to persuade me.” He tosses the foil packet onto the bed and pops the cap on the lube. “I already want to fuck you.”
“Then do it.”
“Patience. You’re not ready. I have to prep you.”
He climbs onto the bed behind me and slides a long, lubed finger into my waiting hole, circling, reaching, then finally hitting the magic spot that makes me tighten around him. I bury my face in the sheets, which has the added benefit of raising my ass in the air, pushing me back onto his finger.
It burns beautifully, but it’s still not enough.
“More,” I groan. “Another finger. Two. Your cock. Something.”
He grunts unintelligibly and adds a second finger, then a third. What was exquisite before is downright mind-blowing now. The stretch and pull as he works me over has my body flush with heat, and it feels like all my blood has rushed to my dick.
After what seems like an eternity, he finally declares me fit to be fucked. I hear the crinkle of the foil packet as he and snatches it from the bed and rips it open. I hold my breath as I wait, presumably for him to roll the condom down his impressive length, until I finally feel the head of his cock teasing my entrance.
