“Yes. Please keep going.Please.”
You could say I’m a little worked up, and he hasn’t even done anything yet. Still, my dick is stiff and eager beneath me.
He sits back on his haunches, dragging his hands down to my cheeks. Using his thumbs, he spreads them, taking his time and justlookingat me. I feel my entire body go red with his attention.
“Mm. You look so sweet for me, baby.” He brings his mouth down and licks a wide stripe across my hole. The feeling shoots up my spine, warm and soft, but still impossibly arousing. I hum my approval as my hips rub my dick across the pillowcase. I know for sure that I’m leaking, that Ethan’s pillow is being marked by my precum.
He focuses in, his tongue tracing tight circles around the pucker of my ass. I feel myself simultaneously soften and harden, opening to him while my arousal increases. Every now and then, his tongue pokes at my hole, attempting entry. I can feel the saliva drip down my balls as my hole gets wet and begins to open. Finally, his tongue is able to push inside and a whole new set of sensations begin.
“Fuck, Jamie, you taste so good. Love feeling you on my tongue.”
I moan wordlessly into the pillow, focused on the sparks thatseem to dance up and down my nerves. Ethan moans into my ass and the vibrations make me frantic with need.
“Oh,fuck, Ethan. You’re so good at that. Fucking love how you eat my ass. Do you like it baby?”
He nods frantically, his morning scruff rubbing against me in all the right ways.
“Are you ready for a finger Jamie?”
Ready for a finger? I’m pretty sure I could take his entire dick right now without an ounce of lube, he’s got me so open to him.
“Yeah. Yes.Please.”
My unintentional begging is rewarded when a long, rough finger pushes into me, crooking just so to find my prostate. Goddamnis he good at this. I try to stay still, to take what he wants me to have, but my hips seem to have a mind of their own, pressing into the pillow and then back onto his finger. And every time that finger brushes over my prostate, those sparks flare to life, glowing and throbbing along every inch of my body.
Just when I think it can’t get any better, he spits on my hole and adds a second finger. The drip of his saliva, the stretch of his finger, the stimulation inside me all come together and I come harder than I ever have, harder than I ever thought I could. My hole grips his fingers as I drench the pillow beneath me, uncontrollable keening sounds wrenched from my throat.
“Ohfuck, Jamie. That was so hot. I didn’t…didn’t know you could do that.”
Neither did I.
The waves of pleasure are still working their way through my body, only heightened when he gently slips his fingers out, leaving my hole slightly open.
“Come on me, E.”
His eyes flare wide, his hand already flying over his dick.
“You…are you sure?”
“Yeah. Come on my hole. Please?”
The words seem to force the cum from him, white rope landingon my back, my ass, my hole. He seems surprised by it, a gasp drawn from him at the same time. As he catches his breath, I half expect him to flop down on the bed next to me, as usual. Instead, his eyes can’t seem to leave his handiwork, tracing over the stripes of white.
Almost without thinking, his finger traces through the mess, bringing my nerves to life again. I’malmosttoo sensitive for this…almost. Just as I’m about to ask what he’s doing, he bends down again.
“I think it’s my turn to clean up now, yeah?”
His mouth is on me again, licking up his own cum. The thought alone is so stimulating I feel my dick twitch beneath me. I’ve never come twice so close together before, but then I’ve never been quite this inspired before. I slip a hand underneath me, cringing a bit at the cooling cum I find there. At least it’s still wet enough to serve as lube.
As Ethan works his way back to my hole, I stroke, murmuring encouragement to him.
“Yeah, baby. Oh fuck, that’s so good. Love watching you, love how hot that is.”
In the end, all it takes is a single finger sliding home, slicked by saliva and whatever cum Ethan didn’t already swallow. I’m a goner, coming again, my smaller second load joining the first on the pillow.
As I wrapthe towel around my waist after my shower, I head back into the bedroom.
“Babe, I am 100% sure you need a new pillow. There’s no way that’s washing out.”
