That strangled word was as far as I let him get before I knelt on the rug at the foot of his bed, spread his legs wide, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart, and let my tongue go where it wanted.
Kvrat.Dean was soloud.
“Oh fuck… Luka… fuck, oh fuck…. Don’t stop.” He grabbed the sheet beneath him, holding onto it with tight fingers, his ass tilted up, his dick pointing toward the bed, heavy and already leaking pre-cum.
The taste of him, the sounds that poured from him, the feel of puckered, contracting skin beneath my tongue, the way he loosened for me… All of it went straight to my cock, and my desire for him spiraled higher, until it was white-hot, demanding, relentless….
I had no intention of stopping.
My knees complained, and I grabbed hold of his hips, urging him further up the bed. Then I climbed on, knelt between his legs, spread those fuzzed cheeks, and pressed the tip of my tongue into his hole as deep as it would go.
“FUCK.”
By now, no one passing his room would have to guess what was going on behind that door.
I reached under him to free his shaft, tugging on his sac while I tongue-fucked him, giving him everything he’d ever given me and more. He was addictive. I wanted to play with that enticing hole until Dean came all over his sheets. Deeper moans tumbled from his lips and went straight to my cock.
My aching cock that wanted to bury itself in Dean’s tight body.
I scooped pre-cum from the head of his dick and smeared it along my shaft, then propped myself up on my hands, arms braced, elbowslocked. I slid my rigid dick through his crease, over his hole, my breathing ragged, heart pounding.
“Dean…. Can I…?”
He moaned into the pillow, the words muffled but audible.
“Do it.”
Kvrat.
He turned his head to the side. “But… lube?”
I laughed. “Of course.” My heartbeat raced. “Turn over. I want to see you.”
He flipped onto his back, and I kissed him, long and hard.
“Are you sure?” I whispered. “You don’t have to, just?—”
He silenced me with a kiss, then grabbed my hair, forcing my head back a little. His eyes blazed. “Youcannotget me to the point where I’m gonna cum at any second, then leave me hanging. Finish what you’ve started, for God’s sake.” His chest heaved and his stomach quivered. “Please, Luka. I want this.”
I kissed him again, his hands moving restlessly through my hair, my cock rubbing over his abs. I sat up and reached for the lube on the bedside table, then squeezed a generous amount onto my fingers. I grinned, unable to resist.
“Wow. None of it on the sheets.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s right, mock me while I’m vulnerable.” Then all talk dried up when I slid a finger inside him. Dean stilled, his eyes wide. “Holy fuck.”
I couldn’t speak. His body was so tight around me, so warm. I was torn. I wanted to look into his eyes, to see them widen, to watch his reactions, but at the same time I wanted to stare at my slick finger easing in and out of his hole.
His face won.
“Is it okay?”
Dean’s pupils were huge. “Somuch better than okay. It’s really good. Like, ‘what the fuck have I been missing all my life’ level of good.” Then I added another finger, and he stilled. “Jesus.”
I went slow, remembering how I felt when he stretched me the first time. “Tell me when to move.”
“Move, for Christ’s sake!”
I slid them in and out, keeping the motion unhurried, and after a while Dean was moving too, meeting me halfway. I tried to remember to breathe, but each slow press inside him ramped up my need.
