“Such a pretty pink hole,” he muses, rubbing over the puckered flesh.
A strained groan slips out of me at his words, and I lift my casted arm over my face, trying to hide.
“So gorgeous,” he continues, his voice low and smooth, dripping over me like warm honey. “I bet you taste like heaven down here. Will you let me?”
My breath catches sharply. He’s never done that before, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it. He sat on my face once and let me eat him out, and I loved it—the feeling of him crushing me, taking control, using me for his pleasure.
“Ash,” he says, firmer this time, gently pulling my arm away from my face. “Can I?”
I swallow hard, my pulse pounding. “Y-yeah.”
A slow smile spreads across his face, satisfied. He lowers himself between my legs again, settling onto his forearms, his head resting there like he belongs.
I watch, barely breathing, as he leans in closer.
The first brush of his tongue makes my toes curl, a sharp, electric sensation sparking through me. Warmth spreads, unfamiliar and overwhelming all at once.
He groans softly, his breath hot against my skin. “Fucking delicious.”
He licks a wide stripe across my entrance, his beard scratching deliciously against the sensitive skin. He devours me with his tongue, licking and sucking at my rim until it softens. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt, electric shocks of pleasure coursing through my veins.
When his tongue curls to a point and slips inside, I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair as a broken sound spills from my throat. He makes a low groan in response, the vibration sending tinglesthrough my entire body. He fucks me with his tongue, fast and eager, the wet, sloppy sound making my cock leak like a faucet.
Every nerve feels lit up, my body strung tight with pleasure as I struggle to stay still, just like he asked.
I hear the sound of the lube uncapping, then firm pressure presses against my hole. He slips two fingers inside me, pushing deeper than his tongue could reach. He continues licking and sucking at my rim while he fucks me with his fingers.
It’s too much. I feel like I’m hanging on by a thread.
“Haah… Uugh… Aaah…” I barely recognize my own voice, the sounds torn from me without thought or control.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Troy teases, pulling back just enough to look at me. He grabs my cock with his other hand, stroking me in time with each thrust of his fingers.
I moan, drunk with pleasure. “Mmnh—gonna—”
His grip on my cock loosens in an instant.
A sob tears from my throat.
Everything in me throbs with it—unfinished, aching, too much and not enough all at once. My chest rises and falls in uneven bursts as I struggle to pull air back into my lungs, my body still wound tight even as the moment slips just out of reach.
For a second, I can’t do anything but lie there, trembling.
“Troy…” I manage weakly, my voice wrecked.
My arm falls across my face, my breath still uneven as I try to steady it. I can feel my heartbeat everywhere—my chest, my throat, even my toes.
I swallow hard, blinking up at the ceiling as I try to come back to myself. My thoughts feel slow, like they’re wading through syrup, every nerve still buzzing in the aftermath. It’s overwhelming—but not in a bad way. Just… a lot.
Troy’s fingers suddenly twitch inside me, curling at just the right angle to brush my prostate.
“You can give me one more, can’t you?” he asks, pushing them deeper. “Get yourself to the edge one last time, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I whimper, thrashing helplessly against the mattress. He fucks me with his fingers, watching me with a burning intensity, his brown eyes fixed on my face as if he can’t look away.
It’s too much. I squeeze my eyes shut, rocking down against his hand, needing more.
When his fingertips brush that sensitive spot inside me, a sharp wave of pleasure crashes through my body. He keeps stroking it, steady and unrelenting, setting a rhythm that makes my toes curl. The sound that tears from my throat barely sounds human—a choked, guttural moan of primal need.
