“Strip,” Troy says, pulling back to give me just enough space to comply with his demand. My fingers fumble as I pull my shirt off and toss it aside. The cool air hits my heated skin and my nipples pebble. I slide my joggers and underwear down and off in a matter of seconds. Then I’m standing in front of him naked, my cock hard and dripping as he looks his fill.
“God, Micah, you’re so beautiful.” The reverence in his voice makes my cheeks heat because that’s not something anyone’s said to me before. It slides through me with a warmth that I didn’t know I was craving.
Then, slowly, without breaking eye contact, he slides his gym shorts off. He’s bare and hard and looking like my sexiest wet dream. That deliciously thick cock standing out of a neatly trimmed nest of black curls.
My mouth waters, and I just about sink to my knees, wanting so badly to taste him again. But he reaches for me, lifting me up until I wrap my legs around his waist. His hard length presses against my stomach, and heat pools low in my belly. He’s manhandling me like I weigh nothing, and I know that’s not true.
Then I’m flying through the air before hitting his soft navy sheets. I don’t even have time to breathe before he’s on me, pinning me down with the warm weight of his body, and sliding between my thighs as if he’s been doing it for years instead of minutes. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down on top of me.
Settling easily between my legs, his mouth covers mine in a dirty kiss that leaves me breathless. His hands are everywhere, claiming me with every stroke of his fingers on my skin. My arms go around him as I desperately claw at his back, all these wonderful sensations just shy of too much.
“My turn to taste you this time.” His voice grumbles against my neck, the vibrations of his voice rumbling through my chest. I lose track of time as his lips and tongue take me apart piece by piece as he works his way down my body. This isn’t just sex. It feels like worship, and it’s absolutely wrecking me inside and out.
By the time he reaches the inside of my thighs, deliberately ignoring my dripping cock, I’m ready to do anything, even beg if he’ll make me come.
“Need something?” he asks. He’s looking disgustingly smug, but I’m desperate and I don’t care.
“Ungh. Troy! You know I do.”
He nips the inside of my thigh and all I can do is moan at the pleasure-pain sensation.
“Please! I need it.”
“Well, if youneedit. You’re so pretty when you beg,” he murmurs as he runs his tongue along my length before sucking the head into the wet heat of his mouth.
“Oh God, yes!”
When he takes me down his throat, I yelp and in almost no time at all I’m ready to blow.
“I..I’m close,” I choke out, voice cracking with the strain of holding myself back.
“Not yet, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock. Need to feel it. Need to watch you come.”
His words almost send me over the edge, but his hand clamps down on the base of my cock and I whine with disappointment.
“Unfgh.” I’m no longer coherent.
“Just a little longer. I promise it’ll be so good,” he murmurs. Grabbing the lube he had the foresight to leave near the pillows, he slicks up his fingers, the squelch an obscenely filthy sound in the quiet of the room. He leans back, spreading my legs until I’m open for him. This isn’t something I normally do. It’s too much. Too revealing. But as he looks his fill, his eyes darkening with want, a feeling of power sweeps over me. I love that I did this. My body caused that look in his eyes.
“God, Micah. Look how gorgeous you are spread out for me like this.” My hole clenches with all his dirty talk. Jesus, I need that man to stop speaking because every time he does, I lose my mind.
Giving me a dirty smile, he lowers his head again, running his tongue under my balls before sucking them into his mouth, one at a time, and it feels so good. He pulls off of them with a popbefore his tongue continues down, sweeping across my taint to the edge of my hole.
“Oh fuck!”
I suck in a sharp breath and arch into him, the wet warmth of his tongue circling my hole with devastating precision. Nothing’s ever felt like this.
“Jesus, baby, you make the best sounds,” he mutters, his voice tight, then the pleasure sucks me in and all I feel is the slick heat of his tongue as he eats my ass as if it’s his last meal. My body’s alive with sensation, and it’s so much and not enough. When he stiffens his tongue and fucks into me with it, I give a breathless gasp of pleasure. I’m writhing on the bed, but his arm comes up to hold me down and it just makes everything more intense when I can’t move. I’m pretty sure I’m begging him at this point, but my mind isn’t functioning anymore, so I’m not sure I’m even coherent. My cock is so hard it’s aching, almost to the point of pain. The tension in my body is relentless, just like his tongue, and when he finally pulls away, I cry out with disappointment.
“Shh, baby. Stay with me. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he croons.
He traces my rim with one lubed finger, teasing and stroking until he pushes it in. I feel the burn, but it’s much less harsh than normal. Edging for the win. Troy’s not a small man, and I’m gonna need more than one finger. Then he crooks his finger and hits my prostate, and my brain goes on hiatus. Everything after that is heat and need. I’m making sounds I’ve never made before, and I don’t care. By the time the third finger is in, I’m so damn needy I’m begging him to fuck me. I must sound desperate because when he removes his fingers, my hole clenches empty and aching to be filled.
“Need you. Please! Troy!” I beg shamelessly.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he assures me as he lines himself up at my entrance, pushing forward firmly but carefully. Then he’s sliding into me inch by inch until I’m so full it’s almost too much. It feels so good, and the pressure is delicious. He waits until I relax before he starts to move, and I lose it. Every stroke is heat, friction, and bliss. I want to spend forever like this, but the need to come is riding me hard.
“Look at you, baby, taking my cock so well. Perfect.”
